Got my lab results back the other day. Thyroid checked out fine, so that wasn’t the source of the brain-fog I’ve been laboring under for the last some-while. What did turn up? Vitamin B12 deficiency.
Now, I should have thought of that myself; it’s hardly uncommon among vegetarians. But I didn’t, so I’m glad the doc did. Three days of supplements and I already feel more myself—made it through a six-hour meeting today without going all space-case once—though I have learned that I need to take the pill in the morning, because it acts like a pep-pill and causes me insomnia if I take it at night.
My heredity is catching up with me, in the form of a nasty cholesterol profile and borderline-high blood pressure. I am less than pleased about this, and I’ll do what I reasonably can, but hell’s bells, the family history I’m fighting is a regular Goliath.
On the whole, though, I’m only slightly broken, and I can live with that.
