Today was a bit different because I had some medical appointments. The blood test I had done in July showed my haemoglobin level at 140, which is the highest I’ve ever seen it. I noted to the GP that I’ve had two instances of bleeding since then so that reading might be out of date. She decided to repeat it, and, amazingly, the results are already available – it’s now 137, which is good. Not as good as 140, but it means I didn’t lose much blood.
I feel kind of insecure about it though. Even as I’m writing this, I’m thinking “it was 137 this afternoon… but I could easily find out tomorrow morning that I’ve been bleeding more”.
I have been referred to a dietitian for my weight loss, but she told me it was probably my anxiety and spent quite a while trying to convince me I should be on anti-depressants. Well. Maybe.
I went through the food side of things a bit with my counsellor this week. I said to her that if anyone else ate nearly as much as me, they’d put on a huge amount of weight very quickly, whereas I’m really struggling to keep my BMI above 19. She had me keep a list of what I was eating every day (because I don’t think she really believed that I ate much). She looked at it and her reaction was “hmm, that is a lot of food”.
Rambles 