Before you get your hopes up, I’m still on a blogging-break (don’t expect anything from me till after Easter), but since you are all lovely people who have expressed concern in the past, I figured I’d let you know what was going on with my rapidly deteriorating body. Look away now if you are squeamish 😉
I got the results of the blood tests back and I’m not dying of anything hideous (yay!) but I do, as expected, have iron levels you’d need a super-duper, super-conducting magnet to discover (boo!). This explains the tiredness etc and is a pretty easy fix with iron tablets and oodles of spinach for the next three months. Just call me Popeye. Oh, and I should eat lots of apricots. Apparently apricots have lots of iron in them – who knew?
Following on from that, the doctor then decided that the reason I’ve been croaking like a frog all winter is (and I quote) “a persistent bacteriological infection of the voice-box”. Yummy. THIS is going to be treated with some antibiotics. Hopefully. She muttered something about “if that doesn’t work come back…” and then she got this look in her eye that doctors get when they’re plotting a round of hideously painful and demeaning tests. Fingers crossed that the antibiotics work because (1) I’m fed up of croaking like a frog (and feeling like I’m swallowing razors) and (2) I really don’t want anymore painful and demeaning tests.
And THEN the doctor decided that she still wasn’t happy with the whole hormone/ovaries/god-knows-whats-going-on-in-there debacle that are my insides and ordered another round of blood tests to try and get the bottom of that whole mess. I tried to tell her I’ve pretty much given up on getting a straight answer and am willing to just wait and see, but no! She wants answers, damn-it!
Which, all joking aside is really a good thing. Still, what is it about doctors that you go in with one thing and come out dying of quite another?
So that’s me. I’m still alive. The prognosis for me getting my va-va-voom back is good. And I shall see you all shortly no doubt 🙂