To be honest, I have been dragging lately, really struggling to move, but I figured that was just because I am medium aged and I do eleventy billion things all the time, I mean this past week I have been a whirlwind of getting my house ready for my parents to move into it with my daughter, I even had the biggest toilet you can buy that isn't custom made installed for the fahjah. That end of things was moving great. Heh.
During that time I also visited the docs for my bi-annual blood tribute to the medical cartel, and it was a quick visit.
Then I got my labs.
I always look at them before they call me, and what I saw wasn't good.
I basically have NO red blood cells.
The words immediate hospitalization were bandied about a lot too.
Hmm.
My daughter is in the middle of her journey to become a nurse and has worked a the hospital for the past couple years. She also started throwing around words like heart could stop at any moment and such.
Here's the thing. When you have never felt well, you adapt to functioning from that state. Yes, I was feeling pretty poorly, okay, really horrid, but I have always operated from there, I just keep on trucking.
Except this time, this time I gotta stop. And really, I am okay with it. Even typing this is hard because the muscles in my arms are screaming. Sigh.
For the past couple days I have parked my flintlocks in a chair and just slept. Well, yesterday was a little less in the sleep department because everyone found out about this issue and I had to answer a LOT of phone calls, texts, etc.
What's super fun is I have to start school and my internship Monday. I am supposed to head to the hospital for an iron infusion, but whenever that is going to happen is who knowsville.
In the meantime I have been hitting my German vampire iron tonic a couple times a day, I swear it tastes like drinking liquid pennies.
Of course, it is total Kat protocol to do many things at once from a biologically tactical disadvantage, so I am sure I got this. It's just that I have to move and get settled in to my new dorm-like situation tomorrow, and based on how I am feeling right now I really don't want to.
What I would really like to do is go on the most EPIC rant in the universe about how the medical cartel has once again hosed me in the feel good department, because this whole no iron thing is due to them not properly instructing me how to supplement the iron without torpedoing my thyroid hormone and thus iron absorption, they also tried to con me back into taking a medicine that was just recalled and I already told them I wasn't EVER going to take again.
Healthcare in our country sucks dead goat brain matter.
I'm going to put my energy, should it return, towards working on solutions, especially in the mental health and wellness department. It's just amazing to me in this day and information age that I had to, in my basically dead state, go figure out the mechanisms of what was happening and adjust my protocol, and not only that, that I was aware, and not my medical professional, of a medicine that they always try to foist on all of us in the autoimmune thyroid disease community, was recalled.
I know doctor's are human, I am friends with a few of them. I respect their expertise and would love to have a partner that worked in tandem with me while I navigate this, because here's the thing, I am an expert in living in this body, I know it intimately, and post modern medicine's allopathic approach to just throw some pills at it and platitudes has done a ton of harm to me, everything from putting me on experimental medicine that is now known to cause cancer as a child, to gaslighting me as an adult.
I know I am not alone.
We can do better, that's, in fact, my motivation for getting better. All of this technology and knowledge means nothing if it's not improving our lot as a species.
And as some of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's hub's iPhone.
