Yes it's me...
Your Friendly Neighborhood Oldgirl...
But these days, you can just call me your Friendly Neighborhood IRON girl.
My hematologist showed me my numbers. No, I am still considered "anemic". I beg to differ with this, as I range a half a point to a point below normal. I am not all tired. I know the difference from "anemia tired" and just regular old I-ain't-getting-enough-sleep tired.
"How do you feel after your iron infusions?" my hematologist asks.
"I feel perfectly fine. The same way I feel before I get them," is my quick response.
I been all nauseated and jacked up for the past week and a half, but that don't have a thing to do with iron.
We were working on my iron storage in my bones and that has gone up considerably. That is a good thing. My hematologist said let's go another round and see what happens.
Here's the problem. One session is 2000 dollars. I pay 250 dollars after insurance.
Not a lot, but it adds up. So I will have had 8 infusions by the time this group is done. Doing the math, that's 2000 dollars out of my pocket.
I can pay that. No problem.
But doggonit. I should be able to do a Wonder Woman spin and fly like Superman by the time this is all over.
It is driving my storage up, which is regulating other things going on in my blood. I find that quite interesting.
But not enough for this to go on infinitely. Nerp.
But for now, I will just do what I'm told and go through these last couple of infusions.
It's just me and the iron bag.
Then I will return to being your friendly Neighborhood Oldgirl...
And I will be Wonder Woman in my dreams.
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