Yesterday on my lunch break I went to give blood, as I’ve been doing on a regular basis again for the past year or so. It’s a small thing, but it’s a good deed and it always leaves me feeling good about myself afterwards.
Except yesterday I ended up slinking out the door without having made that donation, like a drug addict or someone who admitted to handling monkey’s bodily fluids.
Just as an aside, every time I donate and the nurse asks that list of embarrassing questions, whenever we get to the one where she asks if I’ve ever paid money or drugs for sex I always want to ask if giving CBG gas money counts. But I would hate to get kicked out for being a smartass.
That’s right, kids – I got rejected. Rejected! Me! The picture of health. The woman who has been working especially hard for the last year to do everything right, health-wise.
The reason for rejection? Low iron. And not just a regular kind of low — but, in the words of the nurse who shuffled me off into the little room away from the “healthy” donors — anemic.
The good news is that the mystery as to why I’ve been so freakin’ tired and bitchy and dizzy lately has been solved. That and the fact that I can’t drag my ass out of bed for my regular morning runs and I’ve been craving spinach like Popeye. The bad news is — damn! haven’t you been paying attention, people?? I’m anemic.
At least now I’ll get CBG off my back about me feeling tired. I’ve been complaining for the last couple of months about feeling like ass and he’s been telling me how worried he is and that he wished I would get checked out by my doctor. I’ve been putting him off, chalking it up to “the winter blues” and the lack of sunlight. So I’ll say it here, for all the world to see – you were right, baby. There! Happy now? :-p
I’ll be honest and admit that the fact that my body isn’t working the way it should kind of pisses me off. The fact that I’ve been working so damn hard at being healthy and it appears to be working even less well is just completely disheartening. One particular person in my life, after being told about my health woes laughed and commented, “Well, that’s what you get for all that healthy eating you’ve been doing! You might as well have been eating junk all this time!!”
Gee…thanks for the support.
I’ve had low iron before, when I was around 20 or so. I remember two things about it – the fainting episode that lead to having my iron checked to begin with, and the dreaded iron supplements. Anyone who has ever had the misfortune of requiring iron supplements feels my pain. You know what I’m talking about here, people. And well…just not looking forward to it. At all.
The first step in all of this is a visit with my doctor. Then will come blood work. I’m hoping that she, along with some help from my naturopath, will get to the bottom of why my iron is so low to begin with, and treat the issue. Not to mention coming up with a plan for preventing this from being a problem again in the future once we do fix it.
At this point, my head is spinning. Then again, maybe it’s just from the lack of iron...
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