I'm anemic. Clearly, this is a problem. This is the third time that I've been reject by the Red Cross. I suppose I should tell my doctor this when I see her tomorrow. I am only worried that I might actually be sick. Diet can only be an excuse for so long. I've got too much going for me to be really sick.
It's very cold here. Like, holy shit it's cold. There is a painful bite to the air. It's the polar vortex all over again. Of course, it might just be that I'm anemic.
But it's good to be home.
