With the embolization scheduled I was pretty happy to wait out my symptoms for a while. Of course I am a wee bit scared about it and I know that there are risks for every procedure, but overall I feel good about it. Of course, it can't ever be that easy, right? Last week I started feeling pretty cruddy. I recognized the symptoms from before. I did NOT want to get stuck back in bed. School is starting and my little kids need me. My house is quickly falling to pieces. By Sunday I was pretty sick. My head was throbbing, my heart pounding. On Monday morning my three year old came in an needed something....only I could not wake up enough to help him. When I finally could pull myself out of bed, I called the doctor. The nurse told me I could come in at any point to have my iron levels checked. I sent a quick text to hubby and asked him to see if he could come home early. Of course.....he worked late! He hurried home and took me up to the doctors. They used a finger prick test to test my hemoglobin. My great luck for the day held out and the first test didn't work. She repeated the test. This one was low. Very low. A second nurse looked at the result and said "re-test it! If she is really that low we need to send her right to the hospital for a transfusion." The third test was even lower. The nurse went to talk to the doctor, who desided that I needed a blood test to ensure accurate results. The cute nurse was so nice, but every time they poked me nothin was coming out! They sent me to the hospital with a huge glass of water. Hubby needed to get to work at his second job, so I needed to find a ride to the hospital.
So I had the whole long [post typed out and when I went to publish....this was all that was left. So I guess we get a part three.
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