A few weeks ago, I had blood tests done and also had x-rays taken of my lower back.
(Oh my God. I’m writing about blood tests. How lame! And boring!)
I hadn’t heard anything from my doctor, so I called last week and left several messages for him. He never did call me back, but on Saturday, there was an envelope in the mail from my doctor that contained the results of my blood work.
Look! My thryroid is normal! Awesome! But Oh No! My iron serum is low and I need extra iron! Boo! But seriously, folks, how cool is my doctor? All scribbling shit that I do not understand down on a piece of paper on mailing it to me!
He’s SO cool, that I think I want to punch him in the neck! Repeatedly!
What the hell does “low iron serum” even mean? Does that explain why I’m lathargic? Does that explain why I have no energy to exercise? Does that explain why my leg is going numb at night? Does that explain why I feel like I’m dying at night because my heart starts racing and I feel like I can’t catch my breath?
And how much “extra iron” should I be taking exactly?
I remember the good ol’ days when he used to pick up the phone and call me to discuss things like “test results.”
I called to “leave a message” for him (translation: GO ALL LATINA ON HIM.) but haha, he’s out of the office for two weeks. Do I need to tell you that I’m pissed off? Because I’m pissed off.
(Which is sad because today is Ethan’s birthday and I had planned on writing a beautiful, graphic, hilarious recap of the day he was born but instead, I sit here, angry, bitter and fighting violent urges. Maybe later.)