The Bloody Doors Off

Growing old sucks.

Growing old blows.

Growing old both sucks and blows.

Been experiencing my restless leg symptoms earlier and earlier in the day, this past month. GP thinks it could be an iron deficiency, so she orders blood work. Sure enough, I’m on the very bottom of the spectrum. She orders iron pills.

Warning: iron pills can make you constipated.

Very constipated.

That’s on half the dosage I’m to work up to.

I haven’t had a proper shit all week. We’re talking the odd nugget.

And lots of gut pain. I’m not a praying man, but I said a few words to anyone up there who might be listening. That’s the level of pain I’m experiencing.

So now, along with the plethora of pills I take, I added Metamucil to my daily routine tonight.

(Really, WordPress? You recognize ‘Metamucil’ but not ‘WordPress’?)

Marlo says it takes twelve hours before I’ll notice anything.

Which is fine with me; I don’t need to wake up at three a.m. to dash to the porcelain palace.

On the plus side, I got my booster shot ten hours ago and so far I’m only experiencing mild shoulder pain. Which is blocked out by the need to take a fucking shit.