So the last few weeks in which I thought I might have had some kind of latent depression has turned out to be a spell of mere malnutrition. Inexplicable lethargy, thy name is anaemia!
Today I was so exhausted I called in sick and planned on schlepping around the house playing Words with Friends* and Googling iron-intensive recipes. My mum happened to cotton on to these plans, disapproved and took me out for a red-meat-based lunch and a seaside jaunt.
A coffee instantly made me feel better, and it occurred to me that I've probably been compensating for my iron depletion with caffeine for at least the last few weeks. I considered existing on this kind of substandard diet for a while longer (because coffee is more cost-effective in terms of dollar-to-enjoyment ratios than red meat, at least for me) but then I went to the supermarket and ended up in the cold aisle where I was still so zombified that I stared at a wall of dips for five full minutes without flinching; like I was in a state of pesto-induced cosmic serenity.
Except it was actually fatigue.
It was pretty weird, especially because I didn't even want to buy dip.
*I am a ruined woman because of this game. Although I think, like Facebook, it has diluted the meaning of the word 'friend'. I play with total strangers in, like, Oklahoma and they totally kick my butt, but I cannot resist. It is a distinct illness of its own.
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