1) Toasted Oatmeal Flakes from Trader Joe's. Man they're good! I gave them up when Mr. Ben and I moved to Park Slope; we joined the Co-op, which is the closest I'll ever get to being part of Skull & Bones, and I started buying Puffins instead.
Puffins, though lovely, have no iron, while TOF are whoa-fortified. And delicious.
2) Avoiding sharp objects.
3) Femme pride. There's something dainty and sweet about being anemic, like having consumption. Maybe it'll make me sexier!
The doctor was testing me for something else entirely, but I was in exemplary shape except for being low on the red blood cells. This struck me as funny, as though he had said, "The government is doing great, except that the President has just been shot." I mean, aren't red blood cells rather the whole point? Aren't they what blood is made of? I don't remember too much from what I learned in high schools, except words like Hemoglobin and Platelets, but I'm pretty sure ...
Anyway, if I'm wrong, please don't correct me. I may be too delicate to handle it.
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