A is for Anchovy, Anemone and Anemia
So last week, I started feeling tired. Like, really exhausted, to the point where it actually took effort to get out of bed. I've been having recurring low grade fever (99s and low 100s, F of course) but this 'I'm too tired to get out of bed' crap was fairly new. I went for blood tests, and lo and behold, it turns out that like my mom, my aunt, and my grandmother before me, I'm anemic.
(Thanks mom, for giving me the good genes. Well, okay, I did get some good genes in there, but I really could have done without this one. :-P)
I have a B12 deficiency, so now I get to go get a shot every 4 weeks, plus I need to take daily supplements of B12 and iron, along with a multi-vitamin, which I am notoriously bad at doing. I don't know why. I mean, when I was on birth control pills, I took them every day, but for some reason, vitamins just kind of slip past my radar. I think I'm going to have to make that my good habit for the next round of game_is_on.
I went today to the hematologist. Got my shot, and we had a nice chat about everything. My white cell count was high, which they believe means I have an infection of some sort, so they're putting me on Cipro for a week or so, and then I get to take more blood tests. It's pretty common for Crohn's patients to develop anemia because our intestines don't absorb nutrients and even water well, and sometimes we develop little infections even when we don't have an all out attack. If the Cipro doesn't help, I'll have to go see my gastroenterologist and go for a CAT scan just to be sure. Bleh. I don't have any abdominal pain though, like, at all, and believe me, I know what it feels like when something is amiss down there. But better to treat it now than wait for something bigger to happen.
This whole week has been a wash, work-wise. I got the important stuff done, of course, but everything else has kind of sat by the wayside. *sigh* Bloody tax season. Which of course never really ends because of extensions, but January through mid April is always busiest. There was a reason I dropped Accounting 101 my first week of school, and still somehow I ended up here anyway. (The somehow being I love my dad and couldn't say no. Also because when I got sick and had to quit my job because the daily commute to Westchester just wasn't feasible anymore, I didn't really have many options, and the part time work I could still do from home was (and still is) okay, but not enough to pay all the bills.)
At least I know what it is now, so that's a good thing. It could always be worse, so I'm trying not to complain too much. Just a little bit, though, because sometimes you just need to. I'm supposed to go out to dinner tomorrow night with ragdoll, r_grayjoy, twilightsorcery and I think its_art (Turkish Kitchen NOMNOM!) but I'll have to see how I feel tomorrow. I feel better than I did this morning, for sure, but it's not like I got the shot and boom, I'm cured. Although it should be, dammit. *grumble grumble*
(Thanks mom, for giving me the good genes. Well, okay, I did get some good genes in there, but I really could have done without this one. :-P)
I have a B12 deficiency, so now I get to go get a shot every 4 weeks, plus I need to take daily supplements of B12 and iron, along with a multi-vitamin, which I am notoriously bad at doing. I don't know why. I mean, when I was on birth control pills, I took them every day, but for some reason, vitamins just kind of slip past my radar. I think I'm going to have to make that my good habit for the next round of game_is_on.
I went today to the hematologist. Got my shot, and we had a nice chat about everything. My white cell count was high, which they believe means I have an infection of some sort, so they're putting me on Cipro for a week or so, and then I get to take more blood tests. It's pretty common for Crohn's patients to develop anemia because our intestines don't absorb nutrients and even water well, and sometimes we develop little infections even when we don't have an all out attack. If the Cipro doesn't help, I'll have to go see my gastroenterologist and go for a CAT scan just to be sure. Bleh. I don't have any abdominal pain though, like, at all, and believe me, I know what it feels like when something is amiss down there. But better to treat it now than wait for something bigger to happen.
This whole week has been a wash, work-wise. I got the important stuff done, of course, but everything else has kind of sat by the wayside. *sigh* Bloody tax season. Which of course never really ends because of extensions, but January through mid April is always busiest. There was a reason I dropped Accounting 101 my first week of school, and still somehow I ended up here anyway. (The somehow being I love my dad and couldn't say no. Also because when I got sick and had to quit my job because the daily commute to Westchester just wasn't feasible anymore, I didn't really have many options, and the part time work I could still do from home was (and still is) okay, but not enough to pay all the bills.)
At least I know what it is now, so that's a good thing. It could always be worse, so I'm trying not to complain too much. Just a little bit, though, because sometimes you just need to. I'm supposed to go out to dinner tomorrow night with ragdoll, r_grayjoy, twilightsorcery and I think its_art (Turkish Kitchen NOMNOM!) but I'll have to see how I feel tomorrow. I feel better than I did this morning, for sure, but it's not like I got the shot and boom, I'm cured. Although it should be, dammit. *grumble grumble*