I got a call from my neurologist last week wanting me to come in ASAP about my blood work from a few weeks ago. The office made me an appointment for today, and I just got back from seeing him.

It turns out that I'm severely anaemic (again), so much so that he wanted me to go see my PCP as soon as she could get me in. He was giving me a hairy eyeball when he was telling me about my lack of hemoglobin. I could tell that he was fairly alarmed by it all. His exact words were: "It looks more like a major blood loss more that just low hemoglobin. Have you had heavy menses or any major wounds lately?" What the hell?

I did tell him that the time before last I was in the hospital, it was partly because of anaemia, and that they actually had to give me a transfusion. His hairy eyeball got more intense and he made some extensive notes.

Now, I don't mind Dr. Pilch looking at me because he's damned gorgeous; however, when he looks at me like I'm about to die, it's entirely a different matter. It was as though he suspects me of being a Vampire.

Grant Morrison is a big proponent of reality being changed by what you write. The character based on himself, King Mob, went through some pretty trying times in The Invisibles, and everything he went through, Grant experienced in some form or fashion, up to and including getting a kind of staph infection on his face after he wrote about King Mob having part of his face eaten off in a parallel reality. He still bears those scars. After that happened, he wrote about King Mob making all sorts of merry (sex drugs, rock-n-roll - the whole megillah) and, lo and behold, Grant began having the time of his life.

All that said, perhaps my writing my Vampires has intruded upon my health, particularly Cadmus' insatiable thirst for blood. He is, after all, my Demon Child, so I figure his literary influence may well have altered my own reality. Who the hell knows?

Anyway, Dr. Pilch got me an appointment with Dr. Adams for next week, telling me that he was going to have her do some extensive blood work on me, as well as possibly put me on iron injections. He said that iron supplements may not be enough. Hell, she may just put me on a slow blood drip and check to see if I have an aversion to crucifixes.
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You and I have to be extra careful about our diet.(LOL did I really say that? I need to practice what I preach.) Anyone that has had our surgery will have low iron. Especially since you are not eating protein. Dole has made a fruit and protein smoothie that is delish! you need your protein, even if it not meat. I have to say I eat too many Lance peanut butter crackers, but it settles my stomach so well, and there is alittle protein there. Eat peanut butter, edamame is great, and snack on roasted soy beans. raisins, and other dried fruit have iron. Ok, I am through being "mom-like". Yes, the doctor is very nice looking, lol.
I have peanut butter, dried fruit, and whatnot. My trouble is just not eating. I'm eating more than I was, when I was falling down from poor nutrition, but it's still not enough, and I know it. Problem is, I can't bring myself to care that much. BUT...I'd do anything for Dr. Pilch. Because he's sexay.
Pilch is very pleasant looking. Leave it to you to just say "Hey, you're handsome - smile for my camera." LOL.

Look, if you gotta be here, in this physical realm, you may as well do the best you can to make it a pleasant experience. That includes taking care of your body so that you're feeling as well as possible. I am talking to myself here as well. It's time.

I'm turning over a new leaf, nutrition wise and I challenge you to do the same. If you're not going to eat meat, then stock up on B12 in supplement form. You said vegetarian - not vegan. So, try adding some more eggs and tinned fish, like salmon. The wild atlantic kind. Full of trace nutrients. Your body will say "hey, thanks!"

Do eeeet. I command. You live alone. No one to take care of your sorry ass if you get sick. Got it? Sheeeesh.

Unless, you have a subconscious need to remain in poor health so you can hang out with the Pilch. *wink*