After what seemed like a million tests, and appointments my doctor informed me that I need iron, lots of iron. Then he asked me if I’d been tired. Ummm…I’m always tired. Aren’t we all always tired? Who goes into the doctor and mentions being tired as a symptom? I thought that was just a symptom of life. Apparently I’m wrong, and have been proven wrong by the wonders of iron pills.
My weekend of shockingly not tired was spent doing tasks I’d put off as “just too much work to face”.
- I actually kept up with the housework.
- I washed, re-grouted and sealed both balconies, and
- I finished my latest round of edits on Super. (Next step come up with a better title than Super.
Oh Iron, I’ll never forget you again. Until I do, and then I’m sorry…for both of us.
Note to self: This is how addictions start.
Note two: If I get to feel this good I don’t care.