March 1st, I was having a hard time breathing, so I messaged my doctor's office and they said to do a Covid test, keep an eye on my oxygen with a pulse oximeter and if it got below 90, head down to the ER. We were worried about our little dude because he vomited 21 times over a few days, but the doctor's office said to just keep him hydrated.Īfter the week of catching vomit in my hands and cleaning up diarrhea puddles from leaky diapers, we all started with the sniffles, and soon we all had fevers and what felt like bad colds. I was the hold-out for a good day or two, and then I, too, succumbed. My son starting throwing up in mid-February. Very kind friends brought over meals and snacks, which were SO HELPFUL as well as morale-boosting. Luckily Derrick was still working from home then, so he would do what he could to help me out with the kids when he was on breaks. I could only walk around for a few minutes at a time. So I was put on not-quite-bed-rest and told to shut down my business for at least a month. My red blood cells were "panic critical low", my hemoglobin came up to 7.4 - yay, up to the "severe" category from the "life-threatening", and it turned out my body was releasing immature red blood cells because I was in such trouble. My blood panel came back a bit better than the quick finger prick test revealed, but still terrible. I walked him to the door, said my goodbyes, then fainted. I came home and cut Parker's hair, like I'd promised. He sent me down to the phlebotomist for a CBC blood panel and then set me up with a follow up appointment two days later. He gave me strict instructions to take it easy. He asked if I'd fainted or anything like that, I said no. The doctor said if we weren't in a global pandemic and a blood shortage, he would be sending me right down to the ER to be admitted and get a blood transfusion. The medical assistant pricked my finger and got other vitals before the doctor came in, so when he came strolling into the room he already knew the situation and immediately said, "Well, this is really bad." My hemoglobin was 6.4 - in the "life-threatening" category. I asked Parker if he could keep an eye on my kids while I ran to the appointment, and then I'd come home and cut his hair, and he agreed. I had scheduled a haircut with my nephew, Parker, for that day. January 3rd I went to see my doctor because I had called to ask how much iron I should be taking, and they (smartly) said I needed to be seen. I also learned that iron deficiency can cause the darkening of eyelids - my natural eyeshadow. Beyond the usual exhaustion and rapid heartbeat I'd been dealing with, the anemia brought a few extra things: my heartbeat whooshed in my ears all day, I developed TMJ and couldn't chew anything without having to basically manually move my jaw, I got random muscle spasms all day, I was absolutely freezing all the time. January came around and I only felt crappier. I spent all of Christmas laying on the couch, I felt so gross. Christmas morning I opened presents while holding a small trash can, in case I threw up. Mid-December my doctor put me on a hormone medication to help the whole situation, which made me feel absolutely terrible.
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