Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I Am Not a Wimp!
So I've started taking this new liquid iron supplement so that I can avoid going in for more IV iron treatments.
(I still have a 2" bruise on my right forearm from a failed IV stab I got THREE weeks ago.)
This stuff is supposed to be for old people, infants, and others with digestive difficulties. (I'm not telling you which category I fall into.) It's easily tolerated (no tummy aches) and non-constipating (I can affirm that).
It's also supposed to be strawberry flavored and taste good, thereby creating "enhanced compliance"—meaning, it tastes good so people will keep taking it.
Ya wanna know what I have to say about that?
It actually tastes heavily medicinal—like nasty cherry cough syrup. I have to use an orange juice chaser and bribe myself with generous quantities of chocolate to get myself to take it.* But take it I do, because I don't want to go back for those stupid, stupid IVs.
So anyway, I went in to talk to my bishop the other day and asked him if I would get in trouble with the Church if I got a tattoo. He said he didn't think so, but he would check on it for me. When I told my sister about it, she just about fell off her chair laughing at me. She says that if I can't even take an iron supplement, there's no way I could handle the pain of a tattoo.
She's probably right, and I don't know if I'll ever really get a tattoo—but it sort of makes me want to do it just to show her that I'm not a wimp. Seriously.
Now playing on my iPod: If You Don't Know Me By Now by Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
*Some people have commented that I'm a tad sensitive to tastes, so perhaps others would like it.