It went something like this:
Me: Yeah, so I'm anemic again.
Her: Well, it's been about three years, and yeah, I see that from the bloodwork last month.
Me: Yeah...my PCP told me to take supplements, so I called you, but this was the first appointment I could get. I've been taking the supplements but I still don't feel better.
Her: Sorry about the appointment, I was out for a week and it blew up my schedule. Of course you're not feeling better, you need IV iron at this point. Let me see if I can get you in for your first infusion today.
Me: Do you want to redo the bloodwork? Just to get a baseline?
Her: Your ferritin was below 5.0, I don't think it's necessary.
Me: *says nothing but damn I feel vindicated*
*sometime later, becc walks out of Evergreen hospital with schedule for next four infusions (it's a set of five) and follow up appointment in June. Also walks out with hospital bracelet and bandage on elbow from where IV was.*
So. Yes. The hematologist, who is smart, recognized that supplements are going to do jack and shit for me because I had the gastric bypass, and that with a ferritin level of <5.0 I need transfusions NOW thank you.
I kind of want to email my PCP and be like "so this happened" but I'm not sure I can be polite enough to do it.
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