Yesterday, which was some 2.5 hours ago, was really kind of difficult… but it started surprising well.

I had three (yes three) doctor appointments.  I did it this way intentionally – best to knock how several in a single day then spread it out over a week.  I simply detest having one — appointment per day – especially if a blood draw is needed for a couple of them.    (I’m a needle phobic.)

The cast of characters was myself – the unsuspecting guinea pig – and my brother – who was playing the part of moral support, driver, and lunch purchaser.   He was exhausted, worked third shift the night before, but insisted on coming with me, bless his heart.  I was hopeful for some good news, but did not expect anything to really change or there be any hidden surprises.    I – thought – I had been poked prodded, and embarrassed in every way by the medical profession – so what could these follow ups do?

First up – Physical Therapist.

The cinnamon pancake addicted therapist, Connor, said I had met an exceeded his expectations in two visits – which he thought would take at least a month or more.  That’s code for – the insurance isn’t going to pay any more because we can’t find anything overly wrong.
–  I was released into my own exercise recognizance (as long as I don’t overdo it), given a free month pass to the hospital’s Wellness Center – and that was it.  The physical therapy, which started in Anderson, some three months ago, was at an end.
–  Finally.  One doctor I don’t have to see again!    Great start.

Second – Hemo Goblin.

Normally, my goblin is very punctual, so the hour and half wait was disappointing.  I started to doze against the brother’s shoulder just because life was – that – exciting.
–  Wait – wait – wait.  Tick-tick-tick.  The s mart phone started to lose a lot of charge because I was looking up every little random thing and cursing my luck that I was about an inch away from a Smurf portal.
–  The goblin, eventually, made her entrance  My brother and I was notified in short order that my body had become an iron black hole. Two iron infusions where scheduled without a courtesy feel up, and a promise for additional testing to come – soon.
–  The blood goblin seemed to think that it was – very – important that the mystery of the disappearing iron be solved as soon as possible.
—  Dollar and cents – Bro and I waited for 1.5 hours and was provided a 10 minute audience with her highness.

I’m not going to go into the third doctor.  The chubby blonde didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know.  She was on time, doubled some meds with me, and off I went.

————  I really disappointed myself.       Yes – I know Anorexia is exceedingly detrimental and I’m not exactly a teenager any more.  It’ll take time – a lot of time – to become well, physically and mentally.

Mentally is a work in progress.  Frankly, I’ve always liked to consider myself a ‘work in progress,’ so I’m okay with that.  – I just have a huge Anorexia Grand Canyon to deal with on top of everything else.  Okay, fine.

Physically – I’ve dodged a lot of bullets.  Compromised in all areas, but can be repaired – outside of one.  Personally,  I think of it as the Million Dollar Woman – Remember that old show?  “We can rebuild… make it better, faster, stronger…”

Every place has been poked, prodded, x-rayed, stuck, —  Everything was improving — outside of the iron mystery.  Oddly enough, not having enough iron can – really – mess  person up – and all of the better, faster, stronger, improvements could easily fall by the wayside .

Just – what – did I do to myself?
Figuratively – I know what I did literally –
—  Jeez —  I’m a hot mess.