After visiting with our midwife yesterday evening, and having my finger pricked (which was horridly fascinating for the observing Kinsley), I’ve learned that my hemoglobin count is low. In the anemic range, apparently.
My midwife pricked my finger and could tell immediately that my count was low, by simply looking at my watery blood. Then she put the slide thingy into her machine, and started tsking, shaking her head, and expressing much disapproval. “I am not happy, not happy at all…” she kept muttering. I felt very much like a naughty child, who was being chastised.
So, now I get to drink that delicious concoction you see up there, twice a day. I get to eat lots of yucky combinations of stuff, like liver, spinach and egg yolks cooked in cast iron (thankfully not necessarily all at once), and take plenty of iron.
Thanks to Rachel, I’ve got a box of Hema-Plex on the way…
I guess that would at least explain why I keep wanting to crunch ice and eat wilted spinach lately.
So, what would you do if you had a month to drastically increase your hemoglobin count?