Sometimes, it’s really, really nice to be told that you look like shit.
Ordinarily, that might be the sort of thing that makes a person feel a bit self-conscious. But tonight, when a dear friend gave me a hug and got me a chair, I felt nurtured, cared for, and validated.
I feel like shit. Today, a pharmacist (at the ABA conference) told me that the iron tablets I’ve been given won’t do anything except make me constipated. Apparently, unless you take chelated iron, it passes through your system without being absorbed. Hooray.
Silly me was hoping a few days of supplements were going to make me feel dramatically better, but so far, I still feel like crap.
And look it too, apparently.