Raspberry Heaven's Journal

sorry-- new content
Between being in Vegas and my new job, I knew what would happen is I would all but stop writing for nanowrimo. I am, however, working on the essays. Here's some stuff I ended up jotting down while at work:

I consumed 361% of my daily intake of iron in the time it took for me
to register that the time was 8:21 am; I'm wholly ferrous now.

My sister had informed me that she began taking them to help the blue
under her eyes disappear because she had read a Cosmo or something
that said "take iron!" I didn't really believe her, though. Of course,
I read a male equivalent magazine where I found out that iron helps
with that feeling of waking up in the morning and still feeling tired,
even after a full sleep. "I need some iron," I thought.

Did you know that iron is also used for blood flow? Maybe that's why
it felt like my heart was racing minutes after I swallowed it, but if
anything, my extremities should be warm this winter and not frigid
like a nun's twat.

I felt incredibly old and fragile as I walked down the aisle of
supplements and vitamins at the local grocery store. C, B12,
Magnesium, all kinds of things that I didn't really know what they did
and if I took the time to read the box, I could've figured it out. I
was, however, embarassed to be in the aisle for more than 2 minutes,
so I was frantically looking for the iron. It got so bad that I had to
internally debate if it would be listed under Iron or Fe, but it
didn't matter since all the bottles were thrown onto the shelf with no
regard for categorization.

I was determined to find it though, because if I could have one part
of my body not be blue, I would be fine with it.

As a person who is uninsured, I couldn't take any risks and I knew I
was going to leave with them. $3.79 will get you 100 tablets. 100
tiny, iron-flavored breath mints. When you put a pill on your tongue,
there's always teh preconceived notion of how it will taste compared
to the last similar looking one you saw. I assumed it would be a
little sweet, but it was horrendously metallic, but I felt that it was
necessary to consume and crave. It must've been the same feeling my
cat had when I have caught him numerous times licking the gravel in
our chipped basement floor. Putting a small rug over it never helped
though, because in his old age, he was wise enough to move the faded
aged rug out of the way and back to that sweet, sweet concrete.

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