You didn't want to put it in writing , didn't want it to be clear . Clear that you didn't want to write it out. You wanted me to be open, you wanted to hear my tales. The only truths you told me were your ails.
About ten years ago, I had a routine blood test done. I went right back to school and unsurprisingly, nearly passed out. I expected to go to the nurse’s office, be given some juice or something, and wait twenty minutes. I was put in a wheelchair and sent home. I suppose the nurse could tell something was really wrong. Later that day, my mom got a call from the doctor. I was anemic and it made sense that I’d pass out after a blood test. I had been feeling faint before but didn’t say anything until it hit it’s worst yet after the blood test. And I kept feeling faint. Over and over again, for years. At first, it was ignored and I was told to get my iron levels up. Then they said my iron levels were not low enough to cause this much trouble and sent me to a myriad of specialists. There were some problems with my heart rate, but they didn’t correlate with when I was feeling faint. They tried to test me for a seizure disorder, but they only triggered migraines. As you can imagine, I was extremely frustrated. Finally, I met my now primary doctor. He wasn’t 100% sure what was wrong, but he gave me instructions such as drinking tons of water and other tricks that are now second nature. Between that and starting to drink coffee, I was able to keep myself alert. I slowly started to have stomach issues but ignored them at first.