You may have noticed my entries have dropped off drastically. I didn't feel I had anything witty enough to contribute. I was/am so tired I can hardly make it through the day. I get home from work and collapse on the couch. Frequently, I fall asleep and then a few hours later Brian will wake me up and tuck me into bed.
I don't want to go anywhere when I get home. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want to do anything. I don't want to run anymore. I don't even want to take Bear for a walk...and that's part of his prescription from his vet for his health, too...
My body hurts. I have a headache (though not always a migraine) as often as not.
I honestly was reluctant to try to do anything about how I felt. What do you make an appointment for? "I don't feel good?" Well, I didn't, but that seemed silly to me. I didn't know if I was just super stressed (YES!); after all, my mother had just had a major surgery for a stage one cancer (remission now, no worries). My grandfather is still healing six months later in a hospital from a staph infection he contracted at Christmas. This blog exists because of what Brian and I went through with his cancer. Just a little stress.
Well, I felt silly making a doctor appointment for stress. Buck up, Buttercup. Geez. You are not the only person with problems. So you are tired. So is everyone else. But y'all. Seriously, I could barely function. I really hurt.
So, finally I couldn't stand it anymore. And rather than say I didn't "feel good" when I made the appointment, I said my headaches had increased. That wasn't a lie. It was just only part of it.
My doctor listened patiently as I verbally vomited everything that had happened recently. I got a little emotional. She sweetly gave me a tissue. She reassured me that I could have made the appointment for "not feeling good." That's allowed. Who knew? "How do you diagnose that?" I asked. "We start with lab work," she said. It had been years since blood work had been done on me.
I waited for a few days and yesterday the call came with a few answers. No thyroid problem. Crap. The weight gain is my fault. Cholestorol is a little high. Crap. And pretty anemic. We just don't know why yet. So, a prescription iron pill. Crap (or not for those of you who know what taking iron does to a girl.) And Vitamin D to add a little extra pep.
I have to go back next Friday for more bloodwork to make sure the iron is working. To make sure the anemia isn't a symptom of something else. I'm hoping NOT obviously, but while they are working on those results I'll be in the Caribbean on a cruise so I'll try not to dwell on it and get my Vitamin D the old-fashioned way.
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