I'm doing a lot better these days.
You know, health-wise.
I didn't talk a lot about it because initially I was worried that I might have been sicker than anticipated. Luckily, I caught it early enough.
See, I originally went in to get an infection taken care of, but the nurses and doctors seemed a little bewildered by some of my symptoms. So they started asking me some questions, and my answers led the nurse to smile and pick up some utensils... She poked me in the finger and gave it a good squeeze.
And, well, I blacked out.
When I came to, she gave me another smile and said, "Well, that confirms it: you've got anemia!" and then showed me some numbers, which were frightfully low. The doctor told me that if those numbers had been any lower, I would have been applicable for a blood transfusion.
My anemia made it more difficult to fight off the infection I was suffering from, which was why I was in worse condition than most.
They put a needle in my uterus.
Then they disinfected me and flushed me out. (Gross, I know - sorry.)
I was on bed rest for the first day, and on antibiotics for a little while. I was taking a cocktail of vitamins, too, and had to follow a lot of food restrictions.
After a month of suffering, I'm finally feeling better again. I've been getting a lot of compliments, and a lot of my friends who already knew about me being sick have all mentioned how much better I look and sound these days.
I still have two more months to go through with the routines the doctor's issued. After that, I'm technically home-free.