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I just got home, and immediately upon getting home I ran a hot bath and soaked in it for about ten minutes, because ladies and gentlemen, it is COLD in Winnipeg this sunny afternoon. The current temperature is -23 degrees Celcius, with a windchill of -37 degrees Celcius. Yow. I was supposed to come back home after my medical appointments, pick up a cheque that had been couriered to us this morning, take it to the bank for deposit, and then pick up some medication. Nope. No way. I'm staying put. I'll do the bank/pharmacy run tomorrow afternoon, when I'm not feeling totally chilled to the bone.
The word from my GP is... not much. He took my blood pressure (100/70), looked in my mouth, under my tongue, and down my throat (no ulcers like the one I had at the end of December), and sent me for a truly impressive round of blood and urine tests that will tell him the state of my iron, B12, liver, kidneys, and several other things. He suspects that my chronic fatigue might be caused by:
1) Anemia as a result of the nasty gushing periods I've been having for the last couple of years;
2) Pernicious anemia, which is a problem with B12 absorption; or
3) Thyroid problems, which sometimes go hand in hand with diabetes.
None of these is particularly Good News, but all are treatable. I go back to the clinic next Thursday to see my GP's stand-in doctor (since my GP will be on vacation) and get the blood test results. If anything dire comes up, they'll phone me earlier.
After the blood tests (which included a twelve hour fasting blood sugar level), I went to Perkins and chowed down on pot roast with onions and peas, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans with bacon. Then, after a final leisurely cup of coffee, it was off to the Health Sciences Centre for a meeting with my psych nurse. We talked for about half an hour, and then I went downtown -- or tried to. I must have just missed a bus, because I waited, in the freezing cold wind, for about twenty-five minutes for the next one. Y-y-y-y-y-YIKES!
Once I actually got downtown, a stop at The Bay's food store provided me with various necessities AND a lemon roll cake for tomorrow's Full Moon Group ritual. Then it was home again, home again, jiggity jig. I feel quite tired, but not as drop-dead exhausted as I would have been if I'd tried all those tricks yesterday. I think I can actually stay up and get some work done. Perhaps the chronic fatigue is the result of an infection and I'm recovering. I hope so.
I also hope that the pneumonia shot that my GP gave me today doesn't have any side effects. The flu shot I got earlier in the season knocked me flat for almost three days.
The word from my GP is... not much. He took my blood pressure (100/70), looked in my mouth, under my tongue, and down my throat (no ulcers like the one I had at the end of December), and sent me for a truly impressive round of blood and urine tests that will tell him the state of my iron, B12, liver, kidneys, and several other things. He suspects that my chronic fatigue might be caused by:
1) Anemia as a result of the nasty gushing periods I've been having for the last couple of years;
2) Pernicious anemia, which is a problem with B12 absorption; or
3) Thyroid problems, which sometimes go hand in hand with diabetes.
None of these is particularly Good News, but all are treatable. I go back to the clinic next Thursday to see my GP's stand-in doctor (since my GP will be on vacation) and get the blood test results. If anything dire comes up, they'll phone me earlier.
After the blood tests (which included a twelve hour fasting blood sugar level), I went to Perkins and chowed down on pot roast with onions and peas, mashed potatoes and gravy, and green beans with bacon. Then, after a final leisurely cup of coffee, it was off to the Health Sciences Centre for a meeting with my psych nurse. We talked for about half an hour, and then I went downtown -- or tried to. I must have just missed a bus, because I waited, in the freezing cold wind, for about twenty-five minutes for the next one. Y-y-y-y-y-YIKES!
Once I actually got downtown, a stop at The Bay's food store provided me with various necessities AND a lemon roll cake for tomorrow's Full Moon Group ritual. Then it was home again, home again, jiggity jig. I feel quite tired, but not as drop-dead exhausted as I would have been if I'd tried all those tricks yesterday. I think I can actually stay up and get some work done. Perhaps the chronic fatigue is the result of an infection and I'm recovering. I hope so.
I also hope that the pneumonia shot that my GP gave me today doesn't have any side effects. The flu shot I got earlier in the season knocked me flat for almost three days.
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