10. My iron is at 10. Ridiculous. The test is wrong. It has to be.
On the bright side Taliano says its climbing, even if only a little bit and so he agreed to sign off on my swim. Christine thinks I am basically dying, but I assured her that I have probably been living with levels like this for a while, and I've never experienced any symptoms of low iron, so I'll really fine. So the iron pills continue. And just when I think I've gotten used to them, I get some liquid iron tossed my way. Liquid iron, unlike antibiotics, does not taste like pleasantly creamy bananas. Liquid iron tastes exactly like you would expect liquid iron to taste. Only hours later as you burp the stuff back up do you get that faint hint of cherry they advertise on the bottle.
Mileage: 18.6km Tapering :)
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