Wondering

My sister had a run to the ER not too many days ago (20 November) where they thought she was having heart troubles.  It wasn't so.  She's dangerously anemic.  4 of 20, folks.  Not good.  The doctor, at the time, wondered aloud how she was able to even sit upright.

I've known myself to be slightly (the doctor's words, not mine, I just "go with it") anemic for about two years or so.  I've tried taking the iron tablets, but they make me feel like shit.  And, then . . .duh!  I go . . . a lot.  It's ugly.  You would think I would have problems going with all that iron taking.  Not me.  I have to be difficult different.  My number was 14 of 20 last year . . . so I'm really not as bad as my sister.  Still.

Apparently her daughter is anemic, too.  So, my sister's doctor ordered a celiac disease test to be done.  It's hereditary.  It's the disease where your body has issues with gluten.  Anyway, it is related to diarrhea, anemia, etc.. Your body cannot absorb nutrients, therefore resulting in strange bowel issues and, anemia. 

I'm beginning to think I need to be tested for this, especially if my sister's test comes back positive.  It certainly would not surprise me if I have it and have been mistakenly identified as a sufferer of IBS.  For over ten years.  Before my number goes down any further, I need to look into this.  If not only for me, but my kids.  It would explain their sudden runs to the terlit now and again, too.  Very interesting.

I think a year ago I'd be thinking, "Oh, no!  Good-bye pizza, good-bye candy, etc." but now I'm at the point in my life where I may complain a bit, but I'll more likely say this:  "hello, health!  It's nice to see you again!"