I've had a series of tests to confirm that my blood is at dangerously low levels. Which means that I have internal bleeding of some kind.
Awaiting hospital and extensive testing to source.
I have absolutely zero energy but mercifully (without my asking again) I am prescribed better pain killers which means I am pain free but near collapsing most of the time. So I am extremely careful in movements.
My neighbor next door is on 2 hour watch with me, which means every two hours she texts me and if no response will call 911.
A shipment of iron pills just arrived so I will be on those until hospital confirm appointments and tests.
We are on Alert Level 5 here which means that no family member can attend me in hospital which is rather alarming. Plus risk of Covid on top of this.
But this is affirming, you know. I knew I was quite ill though at times I felt it was "all in my head" as I felt slightly ridiculous sitting down between minor tasks like brushing my hair or making breakfast in 4 steps. It's only when I wrote down all my symptoms (thanks to my loving Daughter) and read them all out to the doctor that he sounded the alarm bells.
Meanwhile my beloved coffee pot died and luckily I had an ancient up French press in my cupboard.
Gack, life without a good fresh ground dark roast would have been untenable right now.
