I’m more deficient than we thought. Well, my blood is.
Last month the hematologist’s nurse told me to take B6 because I was deficient and see the doctor in 5-6 weeks. I saw him yesterday and learned that I’m also B1 deficient. Actually, “deficient” is a little misleading. It implies there’s something there that doesn’t measure up. Last night I learned, there’s not really enough B6 to register on a blood test. As for B1, I don’t have what most newborns have. And the last time I checked, the newly born aren’t ingesting a lot of B rich foods. Sadly, the deficiency has been going on long enough that I have some nerve damage from it. Thankfully, it can probably be repaired. At least that’s how I understand it.
So, I’m off to the store to stock up on pork, peanuts, and eggs . . . and a bottle of supplements. Perhaps after a few weeks of this new regimen I can B all I was meant to B.
photo courtesy of Bertalan Szürös