Here I Go Again…

Lord have mercy, y’all. If doctor’s visits were a punch card, I’d have earned myself a free sub sandwich by now. I just cannot catch a break!

So here’s the latest episode of “What’s Wrong With Sina Today?” Since my colonoscopy and EGD came back looking squeaky clean, my next stop was the gynecologist. Now, I’ve had heavy periods my whole life, but I always thought, hey, that’s just how my body works. Apparently not. Apparently, my body has been auditioning for the role of Niagara Falls this whole time, and nobody told me.

This doctor took one look at my history and said the magic words: “Let’s do some bloodwork.” Y’all already know how much I love that phrase. According to her notes (because of course I couldn’t wait to snoop in my chart), all my hormones are fine, but my iron? Practically back down in the basement. Right where I started in January. Like, excuse me, didn’t I just spend eight months taking horse-pill iron supplements the size of baby carrots? For what?!

So now, I get to go back next week for an ultrasound to make sure I don’t have any uterine drama causing all this bleeding. After that, we’ll chat about ways to turn my crime-scene periods into something a little more, you know, PG-rated.

But here’s the kicker—the big question bouncing around in my head: is all this other nonsense—my joint pain, fatigue, feeling like I’m 97 years old before I’ve even had my morning coffee—actually autoimmune stuff? Or is it just my old frenemy, anemia, ruining my life one blood cell at a time?

Either way, stay tuned. Because if this saga were a TV show, we’d already be on Season 4: The Anemia Strikes Back.