“Ed, you’re anemic.” Considering that I’ve been pretty much restricted to my recliner for 6 weeks, you could rightfully expect that was Sue taking exception to me ringing the ‘servant bell’. It wasn’t. It was my doctor. Seems that one of my blood tests in the ER indicted my body was deficient in iron.
Really? Iron-poor, tired blood? I remember those Geritol ads. Right on baby…just a swig of Geritol will get you “twice the iron as a pound of calves liver” Get real. I can’t even stomach a little bitty chicken liver. The pills the doctor prescribed better not taste like they look.
Red…maybe rusty red. That’s the color I see in the bottle. It’s either compressed rust or coagulated blood of a calf. My gag reflex convulses every time I open the bottle.
Coincidentally, about the same time my doctor called to say my excess weight was not due to swallowing scrap iron, my brother in Alabama found out he had excessive iron in his blood stream. ‘Bama doctors are still in the ‘blood-letting’ era, I guess. They sent a nurse out to drain some off.
I hurriedly sent off an e-mail to Bob. “Wait, just a minute, Bob…get those leeches off your arm. And don’t let that nurse poke you until I can get there. We could work out a little ‘blood-sharing’ protocol.
Bob wrote back. “Too late, brother. I’m a quart low so you can’t siphon off any more this time. But, here’s an idea for the next time the nurse comes around. I’ll save the quart of blood and boil it. How long do you think I’ll have to stand over a cauldron of boiling blood to smelt down the iron? Smelt? Nobody wants to have smelt, or even sniffed, a witches pot of blood.
But I wasn’t done with the concept of transfusing iron rich blood into my veins. My youngest brother is a frequent flier at the Apheresis Lab. I guess that’s sort of a modern day blood-letting. “Yo, Rick, what do you think of sharing some of your blood with me at your next blood draw?” Rick claimed he doesn’t lose blood, so there’s nothing to share. They just take plasma out and cycle his blood back in.
Well, I suppose that settles it. Not only is my blood anemic, but my brothers think my ideas are weak as well.