About a month ago, I picked up a part-time job waiting tables on the weekends. I work a day job, Monday through Friday and then started waiting tables; working seven days a week.
I admit, I don’t eat the best on the weekends, with having to be to work at 7 and off around 3:30. Sure, I could eat on my break, but 1) I don’t want to waste the money to buy the food I serve and 2) it’s not really gluten-free and I don’t want to risk having a reaction with a packed cafe.
After I got off work on Sunday, I was very dizzy. It continued to get worse. I tried sleeping it off and was barely able to get out of bed. This continued into Monday, which I thankfully had off. I had to hold my daughter’s hand for stability, just to walk when we went out of the house.
My husband and I debated if I should go to the hospital. I know it’s related to extremely low iron levels. My anemia is taking forever to get under control and I am not ready to admit I need an IV transfusion. In part, because my veins roll and collapse and IVs (or even blood draws) are extremely challenging. Let’s not mention, how I despise doctors and hospitals and my oncologist and I are still aren’t speaking.
I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to drive to work this morning. It was really bad and scary yesterday. I reluctantly emailed my part-time job, explained the situation and stated as an ADA accommodation, I can only work Saturdays now. I will use Sunday as a day of rest. Even though chemo is completed, my body isn’t as healed as I had hoped. I will be picking up more iron pills, as I cannot skip taking them or I will end up back in the hospital.
The silver lining is I will be able to return to attending church on a regular basis. I have missed that. It’s important to have fellowship on a consistent basis.