Pengeng Dugo
It’s been a crazy month of doctor visits and blood tests just to find out am anemic. (Meanwhile, my dentist takes one look at me and tells me the same thing. Maybe doc can do a root canal in 5 minutes.) So not only am I asked to take iron pills, am also kindly reminded to get started on the bloody pill, you know, to regulate bloody cycle. But I don’t wanna. (Among other things, IT’S A CONSPIRACY!!!) I’ve got two boxes that have been sitting here for a while and my clammy hands have just started rifling through the little booklet of side effects to see if this whole exercise is worth it in hemoglobin savings. Hmm, let’s see… random blood clots… or no oxygen in the brain? Ooh, I can’t decide!