Something is definitely wrong with me.
Every morning, for the past weeks, I wake up tired. Halfway through the day, I need to lie on a couch while I beg the kids to give me just a couple of minutes to rest. Coffee does nothing, even in the middle of the afternoon or late at night.
I can’t think, I can’t write, I can’t run. It takes me hours to craft a single review and then I’m done for the day. One weekend in NYC (with my child! no partying!), and I need a week to recover. I look at the house and sigh at all the projects that I want to do, but just. can’t. do.
And so after checking in with Dr. Google and freaking myself the hell out, I called my doctor’s office and asked them to check my blood. They took five vials, presumably to check for everything from thyroid disease, to Lyme, to much, much worse.
I called for my results on Tuesday, nervous that I’d hear a kind-but-serious voice telling me to please come in ASAP. Instead, the nurse told me that all looked well, but my Vitamin D levels were very low.
My what?
Yes, Vitamin D.
Turns out that while I’ve been busy slathering on the SPF 30 on my face every morning this winter (thank you Dr. Dermatologist), I’ve been shielding my body from absorbing those sun rays our bodies need. Add that to the cloudy-all-the-time summer we had in ’09, and I can see how I might have become deficient in that area (and I know I’m not alone).
So every Tuesday, for the next eight weeks, I take prescription doses of Vitamin D that are so high, I’m not posting them here for fear that the FDA will confiscate them. And then I’ll be on a maintenance plan of calcium/Vitamin D.
Oh, and, I’ve scrapped the face creams with sunscreen in them, at least for the time being.
I’d rather have wrinkles as I run around town, than a smooth face that doesn’t feel like doing anything.
Follow
