So I saw the surgeon, had the biopsy, had some blood drawn, scheduled the surgery. Told everyone at work when I’d be gone, marked it on the calendar.
Last night got a voicemail from the doc. Seems my hemoglobin count is, and I quote, “dangerously low”—she said if I haven’t stopped menstruating yet we need to do a transfusion (luckily it’s stopped… for now). It’s too low to safely perform the surgery, so we have to postpone it until we can get the red blood count back up.
Goddammit, if I’m going to do this I want to get it over with.
At least this is confirmation that this is a medical necessity. It also explains why I’ve been so tired lately. For the last few months I’ve been going to bed at seven or eight, and grogging around uselessly on weekends. I thought it was because Alpha Geek’s CPAP machine sometimes wakes me up so I wasn’t sleeping well. Now I’m thinking it’s because I’m just that freaking anemic.
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