Thursday, February 19, 2009
So what? I hate spinach anyway. . .
God has blessed me with so many things for which I am truly grateful—but a strong and dependable body was not one of them.
For the most part, I've come to terms with that. I mostly ignore the little inconveniences my body subjects me to and the embarrassing side-effects of a poorly functioning digestive system. I rarely get angry and rail at the universe, nor do I spend much time in self-pitying sobfests.
(Although I do occasionally release a long, slow, heart-deep sigh over the impossibility of achieving my life-long dream to become Buffy the Vampire Slayer.)
But today. Today I went to the doctor only to discover something new is contributing to the overall malaise I've been feeling lately. I'm anemic. Not just the oh-you're-a-woman anemic, or even the maybe-you-should-eat-some-spinach anemic.
No, not me. I get to go straight from normal to full-blown, we-need-to-stick-a-needle-in-your-arm-and-pump-you-full-of-iron anemic!
So today I'm indulging in all the immature and angry behaviors I can think of, like yelling at all the cars that cut me off while driving home from the doctor (six, to be precise), stomping around my house, slamming doors and cabinets, telling the dog he's stupid and fat, and in general, being a pain to live with. And eating all the nouggies in the house. (On my third bag right now.)
Sorry, family. You'll just have to cope. I'll be better tomorrow.