I've got no color left in me. Also, I've got buttons for eyes.
I’m starting to get a nagging suspicion that I’m severely anemic. I don’t mean a little “my hands are always cold” anemic, but full-out “I don’t have enough iron in my body to keep it functioning properly.”
Beyond the obvious fact that nearly every doctor I’ve ever seen has told me that I’m at least a little anemic, and the equally obvious fact that I now display every single symptom without any shadow of doubt, it was the last and most confusing symptom to pop up that pushed me to take action.
That symptom was a sore tongue, and it took me days to realize that this was a little more serious than just a mild ache; it’s my mouth’s equivalent of a pounding headache. Only, unlike a headache, my tongue hurting produces faces that are inappropriate for public places.
I’ve also started to notice a pattern in my “off” weeks; mainly, that they pop up immediately following my period. I’m sure I’m a joy to be around; we start with PMS, then there’s during-MS, and now I’ve apparently tacked on post-MS. That leaves me one good week a month. No wonder I never make any money; how can a girl get any work done with all this MS BS?
The secondary experience to make me realize I might have a problem was my sudden and drastic inability to get even the slightest pick-me-up from Red Bull, which as I explained in this entry is now my answer to that pesky thing called the “work day.”
So, I’ve been reading up a little on what I might be able to do without going to the doctor (welcome to life without health insurance, thanks Massachusetts), and it looks like the best way to increase your iron levels is by taking an iron pill in the morning as well as a second pill in the middle of the day/afternoon.
The websites also suggested laying off caffeine, but hahahahahahaha it’s like they didn’t know I own a business and need the energy of fifteen people all packaged neatly into one. I’m obvious trying the pills first; I might consider that alternative if the new supplements don’t work and Hell also conveniently ices over.
The good news is it’s pretty hard to accidentally kill yourself with an iron overdose if you’re not a little kid; when we turn into big kids, our bodies won’t absorb more than a certain amount at a time. That makes the prospect of playing doctor to myself a bit less daunting. A bit.
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