If you're brave enough to fly

The penny dropped this morning: what I’m dealing with right now is probably not *just* autoimmune issues.  I’m displaying all of the classic signs of severe anaemia.  Fatigue, heart palpitations and breathlessness when I do *anything*.

I stopped my iron supplements a few months ago, figuring that I would see if I could do with just what I got from diet and my multivitamin.  And my body has given me an emphatic answer.

Back on my supplements today, and hopefully in a week or two I’ll be feeling better (though it’ll take a while to get my iron stores back up).  Thankfully, I tolerate the supplements well (have been on and off them for most of my adult life). And of course, I’ll be getting my iron tested next time I visit the vampires.

Thankfully, my mother has been helping me out with the kid, since I’ve been not able to do much but lie on the couch.  I’ve been reading Mappa Mundi (and will be posting at some stage about the author crush I’m developing on Justina Robson right now), but at a very slow pace, mostly hampered by lack of concentration and a headache.  And the kid was awesome and took a three hour nap this afternoon.

No writing, obviously.  What’s the most telling is that I don’t even have the energy to want to write right now.  That’s when I know that I have no choice but to stop and rest.  I’m frustrated at all hell, because I hate seeing days slipping past without being able to achieve anything.

But this will pass.  And in the greater context of the world and what some people deal with daily, it is nothing.  I am here, I am breathing, and I will be creating worlds again soon.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.