Monday’s studio day was spent at the Dr.’s office, and at the blood clinic having my blood drawn. I had some routine blood work done that almost killed me! OK, yes I’m exaggerating. I didn’t almost die, but I DID almost pass out. I’ve never passed out in my life, but I got so worked up about having my blood taken that I started shaking and feeling dizzy… couldn’t feel my limbs except that they were cold, and my abdomen was on fire. I started dripping with sweat. When my vision started closing in and blurring, the nurse made the decision to take the needle out to let the life back into me.<\/p>\n

After a 20 minute breather, the color had mostly returned to my face and she was able to stick me again to finish the job. This time she moved me to a chair that reclined so I was able to lay down. I was calm throughout the session, and didn’t want to make a big deal of anything, but I still felt so silly that my fear of needles is a little unreasonable.<\/p>\n

I was able to give her the 9 vials she needed to complete the tests requested. But after that, I went straight to bed. What would I ever do if I had to give blood all of the time? I guess I’d get used to it, but boy I don’t think that would be easy. I started thinking about all of those individuals who need to give blood on a regular basis, or those who need dialysis. God, how can I be so afraid? I felt pretty ashamed.<\/p>\n

I left the clinic that day not thinking much of my test results. I went on with my week at work.<\/p>\n

Yesterday happened to be another studio day. I started out my day with a phone call from the Dr.’s office. My tests came back, and my vitamin B12 levels were abnormally low. I thought “no big deal, I’ll take a supplement”. But the nurse went on to explain that I can’t take a pill to get my levels up because I lack the ability to absorb B12 during digestion. I listened on to hear her say that I will need to have my doses regularly injected for life. daily at first, weekly and then Monthly. I would have to learn to give myself shots, or have my husband learn how to inject me.<\/p>\n

I was in a little bit of shock. I’ve always been pretty healthy, and to say that there is a part of my body not functioning was very scary. I’m not opposed to medication, in fact, I do take regular prescriptions daily. But the thought of having to inject<\/i> medication into my arm was very unnerving. <\/p>\n

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That afternoon, Mike and I went to visit with the nurse so she could show us how to start the medication right away. I’m so lucky to have Mike. He was a huge comfort, and the fact that he was calm along with the nurse made me think that “hey, this isn’t a big deal”. My body isn’t able to do something… but we can work with it.<\/p>\n
I am tired frequently, I’m being treated for depression, and my memory has been so bad lately. I blamed my tiredness and my lack of memory on the medications that I have been taking for my depression. I started to feel so much better that these traits that I have (including bouts of depression), are not traits at all. They are symptoms. All symptoms that are being caused, or made worse by my lack of B12. <\/p>\n
Instead of feeling scared and in shock, I started feeling good! Good that I am able to do something about how I feel. My treatments, however scary they initially seemed, I realize are no big deal. I got through the first injection just fine! Mike did a great job. I didn’t even feel it! Now all I have to do is be thankful. I realize how lucky I am to be able to maintain good health.<\/p>\n
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