When I got home from visiting with the fam, there was a message from my doctor waiting for me on my answering machine.
No details, just brief message asking me to call the office when I got a chance.
I was curious all weekend, even though I knew the message would most likely be something less than good.
I mean, really now–how often do doctors call you after an appointment just to tell you how awesome and amazingly healthy you are?
When I finally got a hold of her today, I learned that the results from my blood work were in. She was a bit concerned as I have low iron and low liver enzymes, so after giving me a list of foods I have to work into my diet more frequently, she asked me to start taking an iron supplement.
Let me tell you a little secret: I am terrified of taking pills. More specifically, I am terrified of choking while taking pills. I can take tiny little ones, but I even break up my Tylenol on the rare occasions that I take it.
However, I decided to be a grown-up and went tonight to get the supplement she suggested. I have to take it daily before I go to sleep, and thankfully it’s not enormous. I think I’ll just have to have the Hubster hold my hand and coach me through taking it.
(Does anyone have any tricks for making this easier?)
Besides taking the new supplement and beginning an iron-rich high fibre diet, she’d like me to come back in and do some more tests in a few weeks.
I’m grateful that she’s being so thorough–I really haven’t had a real check-up in a long time–but I was really kind of sort of hoping that I could stick to my one visit per year schedule. Apparently my body has had a rough year… first the glaucoma scare, and now all this business.
Bah humbug. Getting old sucks.