This weekend I had the unfortunate experience of being called lazy. It may have been because Saturday I couldn’t wake up. I felt nauseous and weak and jittery. I slept all day. No exaggeration. I slept from 2AM to 5PM. I got up twice to use the bathroom and went right back to sleep. My energy levels were nonexistent. When I finally woke up, you would think I was refreshed. No. I was still drained. I know I’m anemic. I have been taking supplements, but I don’t think they are helping.
I missed graduation parties, swim lessons, and Father’s Day dinner for my FIL this weekend. Today, as I sit here, I am so tired I could barely walk in the door. I called the doctor’s office and told them what’s going on. I’m supposed to see them in three days. I told them I can’t wait. Something needs to be done.
While I have always dealt with anemic at some point in my life, the fact that this weekend was the weekend chosen to call me lazy because I didn’t do something that could have easily been done in my absence was disappointing and hurtful.
I am many things. Lazy isn’t one of them. This is one of the reasons I chose to suffer in silence for a lot of things involving my pregnancy. Those who should show empathy seem to be incapable of it because they aren’t experiencing it themselves. I need support right now, not criticism.