My laptop tells me that it hasn't been switched on in 10 days. They have been a long 10 days and it seems that these days are going continue, for the meantime at least. It turns out that I do not have a virus but am very, very anaemic due to what we think is bleeding from my stomach. I have never felt so ill and weak. I was wondering why I looked so pale and could barely stand. I found it hard to see where my lips were as they looked just like my pallid cheeks and my fingernails look hardly there.
Anth took me to the doctor on Monday and they took some blood (after numerous attempts to locate a vein) and later that night the Duty Doctor rang to see if I was OK (which really frightened me) as he had seen my blood results.
So, here I am bedridden, even too weak to crochet which tells the family I must be feeling poorly. It has been a massive wake-up call to me that I can't go on like I have. We think the bleeding was caused from me taking Ibuprofen and asprin on a regular basis to try and prevent my migraine and carry on with daily life. I know that taking painkillers regularly can cause headaches but they worked most of the time so I plodded on.
Not. Any. More.
I have been very scared and that hasn't felt good. I propped up my postcard of The Presence on my bedside table for reassurance that God is not too far away. It stands next to my iron tablets.
So, I have been signed off work and told to rest (I can't do anything anyway!). I'm spending my time sleeping, reading and drooling over the new Cath Kidston catalogue. I'm also hoping that I will soon be able to feel normal again and my arms can take the strain of a crochet hook as I have hooky withdrawals! XX
