You see, I was driven home from work today because I almost passed out in the hall. Thankfully, I wasn't in charge of a patient at the time. I've been dealing with "dangerously low" iron levels and my thinking is screwing at best, non-existent at worst.
I do know someone who can think for me. That one is God. I think I've mentioned before that I "normally" do everything the hard way. Everyone around me knew I shouldn't be at work. I insisted and now I'm back at home. I am blessed with an understanding boss, who works hard for me, for all of us.
Clearly I wasn't listening to others who were thinking clearly. So as usual, God stepped in and demonstrated to me just how sick I am. I don't know how this blog will come across for the past few, and immediate future entries. It will be interesting to look back, from a sane place and read them.
My goal is to get my iron levels back to normal and my mind with them. My plan (from now on) is to do what rational people, doctors and that "Still small voice" tells me to do.
Fantasizing freedom from fog brain and weak body.