A couple of months ago I was feeling extremely tired and fatigued, even on a full 8 hrs of sleep I would wake up, do my morning routine and within an hour I would basically be ready to go take a nap, a long nap. I was beginning to think that maybe I was headed toward a depressive state, yet I couldn't understand why I would be feeling depressed at that time, I mean life was a-okay, no major setbacks, bills were paid, family healthy, so why would I be depressed and why was I feeling so exhausted?
Well, it was clearly time for me to give my doctor a visit. Something was not right and if it was indeed depression, then I would tackle it and take the appropriate measures to deal with it and help me feel better, after all I'm no stranger to it, but first I wanted to rule out any medical problems before confirming my assumptions.
The Doctor ran some test on me after I was thoroughly honest with him about my symptoms, he also did complete blood work. A week later he informed me I have anemia due to an iron deficiency that is causing my extreme fatigue and tiredness. My Doctor prescribed me iron supplements (ferrous sulfate) which treat mild to moderate iron deficiency and told me that this type of anemia can be common among women my age that have a heavy menstrual cycle. He told me to take them and see him in two months to see if the supplements are helping me feel better. I have to say, not long after taking them I was actually feeling better and more energized.
Interestingly, these last few days I forgot to take my iron supplements, because I had placed them in a different spot than usual. And sure enough, these past couple of days I have been feeling very sluggish and strangely tired. Funny, again, I blamed it on depression. Well, maybe not so funny. Anyhow, the light bulb went off above my head and then and there I realize that I had missed my iron pills. Sure, enough I immediately took them and will be following up with my doctor in the next week.
I am surprised on how I don’t go around saying things are happening because I’m depressed, I mean really. Pretty soon I will be blaming my lousing Irish dinners for my husband on depression. Mmm, something to think about.
Seriously, with any symptom we exhibit it is always important to seek the advice of a medical professional and not make our own diagnoses or assumptions.