“I feel really strange,” I said to my sister over the phone.
“I’m freaking out. I feel as though I’m 20 seconds behind… like I can’t have a proper conversation with anyone because I can’t digest what they’re saying.
“I feel as though I’m stuck in a dream,” I continued, my voice quivering. “Or underwater. And I have no control over it.”
Three weeks ago, I was panicking.
I was fatigued and moody. I found myself struggling to tell a story; I’d start speaking and get confused and tired half way through, as though I couldn’t maintain a coherent train of thought.
At times, I felt drunk without having had a drink.
I wondered if it was vertigo. Or perhaps a middle ear infection that was putting my balance off. I’d been anaemic in the past, so the fatigue was somewhat familiar, but the other symptoms were not.
“Am I going crazy?” I wondered.
I went to the doctor about a very persistent cold that I’d had for weeks, and she suggested a blood test.
Before she told me the results a few days later, she asked me; “So how do you feel at the moment?” and I almost broke down in tears.
As expected, it found I was anaemic, which explained why I was struggling to get to sleep and felt so tired all the time.