Remember how in an earlier post I mentioned that my haemaglobin levels were up the creek, and I needed to visit GP to figure out what to do next?
Well, on Friday 9th October I did indeed go to GP and had bloods taken...
Then, on Monday 12th October my GP called and said that I didn't need a blood transfusion as my haemoglobin level was steady at 85.
My iron level on the other hand, was so low it was not even registering (yes, despite supplements). Given this, an urgent request for an iron transfusion to be done at the BM hospital was sent.
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| Still smiling despite feeling like crap! |
On Tuesday 13th October, despite my GPs pleas, the BM hospital could not do the infusion for me as I didn't fit the changed covid times eligibility (by 5 freaking points; need to be 80 or under); remembering the hospital administration is in Melton (metro).
Anywho, it was a good thing I was at the docs when they called as even though she couldn't get me on the list, she could fax a new urgent referral to Ballarat.
Here we were all hopeful they would get me in the following week..., um nup - the urgent wait list was weeks long. Sigh, patience is not my strongest attribute!!!
Whilst waiting ever so 'impatiently' I spent my time resting, resting, oh and yep, resting! Yes, yes, I know that is exactly what I needed to help with recovery!
Mind numbing rest!
In all honesty though, if I could have gotten up without feeling like crappola, I would have. But almost non existent iron levels equals very little oxygen to blood, which equals fatigue, and dizziness, and nausea, and general blahness!
Thank goodness for netflix, social media and my fur babies is all I can say!
Anyway there I was resting away when BAM, massive toothache! So on Thursday 22nd October, I visited the dentist next door. 45 minutes and $350.00 later my tooth was extracted OUCH!
Anywho, the tooth pain finally settled and things were going okay...well as okay as can be considering iron levels blah blah. Then on the morning of Saturday 7th November I woke up to the room spinning at warp speed. Fast forward to Sunday 8th where I ended up in the BM ER diagnosed with Vertigo...eeewwww so sick!
After getting it somewhat under control (another pill to add to my collection FARK ME, thank goodness for probiotics), home I went!
The next day Monday 9th November I had to go into the Woman's hospital to see my breast surgeon.
All is okay and I'm on track for next breast op (liposuction/sculpting/grafting/scar reduction) within the next six months.
And here we are, finally iron infusion day - Tuesday 10th November. Considering I have been looking forward to this day for 4 weeks (longer really) I was ultra bloody nervous; once candula was in I settled down though!
Oooh I forgot to mention that on Tuesday 27th October I had my final Psych appointment with Leah, whereby she revealed that she had nicknamed me 'Trooper'. Have to admit, after writing this, (and thinking back on my year) I think its quite fitting!
Well thats that, now I wait a week or two for the iron to kick in. Have to get bloods taken again around 6-12 weeks and go from there.
I do have to say though, as much as I am still not fully pain free and back on my feet from the hysterectomy, I am hoping that my lapband operation (unflip port and take out fluid) happens sooner rather than later *fingers crossed*..., as I am so sick of spewing after every meal. LOL, that is a turn up for the books coming from the (ex)bullimic huh!
OK thats enough for now, thanks for checking in, LLP Me aka Trooper Tash, not to be mistaken for Tripper hehehe xo
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