Master took me to the doctor to talk about my anemia, and it went pretty much the way I thought it would go. Not that I was hoping it would turn out that way, but I was expecting it to turn out that way. The doctor was really worried about my hemoglobin being at 10.4, just two months ago she said I had completely normal readings, so it dropped a lot quickly and she was at a loss as to why it would just drop like that.
She asked about my periods, and I told her they were very heavy. Having PCOS, I knew that could be a potential symptom, and I just never told anyone about it because no one ever asked. I also figured, that if I did tell the doctor about it, she’d just want to put me on birth control, which I have tried many times in the past with no luck at all. They don’t take away my sex drive at all (which is what EVERYONE warns me about, but I am always horny and I have been on some high dose birth control in the past), but they do cause debilitating migraines which make it almost impossible to get out of bed in the morning most days. Since my periods are incredibly heavy (I use about a half pack of regular pads on my heaviest day) the doctor says we have to stop my periods. Because of the PCOS, I have also been bleeding for longer (sometimes for ten days), so she’s pretty sure that’s the reason I am suddenly anemic.
I pointed out to the doctor though, that, I didn’t see the point in starting on birth control again because of the migraines.
“Do I want to be bed-ridden because of anemia, or migraines?” I asked “Because honestly, neither way is a life.”
And she got kind of grumpy and said that the migraines wouldn’t kill me, but anemia could. That kind of hit me. I didn’t think anemia was that serious. I mean, I knew that it wasn’t fun, and that it was debilitating, but I didn’t think it would kill me. I just had no experience with it so I didn’t have any idea. So that’s what I’m facing. Whatever the birth control does to me probably doesn’t matter at all. I’m stuck with it. I’m not going to be taking birth control pills, we’re going to use Implanon and Master is going to get out of work early on the third of January to take me to the appointment. I am nervous about it, but, as the doctor says, we have to get my bleeding under control or my anemia is going to get worse and worse. We’ll just have to wait and see how things turn out in the end. The good news is that my periods should completely stop a few months after using the Implanon. That would be neat.
So for now, I just have to rest and eat more kale. (Ha ha, like I don’t eat lots of green leafies already.) We asked the doctor specifically about exercise because I am very dedicated to my hour of workout time, six days per week. She said that technically continuing that won’t make the anemia worse, but it will make me feel worse, so Master and me are taking the approach that I’m going to continue, and if I get the least bit lightheaded I’ll just stop, because I have to be careful not to over-do it. The doctor said that she would prefer I cut whatever I’m doing in half, but, the POTS is not going to get better if I’m not making a real big effort with it. I know it won’t disappear completely no matter what, but I know I can workout to the point that I build enough muscle to make the POTS more livable.
So that’s my life right now. It’s depressing and frustrating, but it is what it is. I just gotta keep moving on and I know I will manage to get to a good place soon. At least, I had better.