Displaced Beachbums

…with iron. That’s what my doctor told me on Wednesday right after he let me know that I am “severly anemic.” Of course, the news came just in time to spend the whole next day receiving our household goods which were delivered a day early. Talk about exhausting.

I should have known something was wrong with me when merely reading V’s blog “Did You Run Today” made me tired 😉  After all our travels and the move, I felt all my symptoms were normal: little run down, dizzy at times, a little more difficult to concentrate. According to the doctor, because I’m in such great shape (his words, certainly not mind), my body has been adapting to it as it worsened.

The reason for all this: a pesky and large fibroid. Thankfully, I finally found a doctor who actually LISTENED to me and will help me get “rid” of the problem on my terms. First things first, I’ll be taking lots of iron pills ~ as any of you who have or are taking them know they are no fun but I’m thinking if I can function at such a high level and I’m severly anemic then I’ll be “superwoman” when I’m back to normal.  Who knows what I’ll get done ~ might even join FM on a few of his runs.  

I will have to undergo an MRI ~ if anyone has gone through that, I’d love to hear some words of encouragement. I’m not fond of enclosed spaces so I hope I don’t freak out in the “chamber.” Maybe they’ll play me some good music to take my mind off of things.