Oh, so much has been keeping me from blogging over the last couple of months: the holidays; trying to find two gloves that actually match; shoveling all the snow that NY has gotten; trying to be a good parent to a 12-year-old who won an Xbox 360 at a camp reunion and now just wants to play video games all day long. Oh, and I have a vitamin D deficiency. I actually think that is the reason I have been so remiss in blogging: At first I thought it was Christmas, but now I realize I am just tired, or sick, or bedraggled, or weak, or whatever it is that happens when you don’t have enough vitamin D.
Apparently all the best people have vitamin D issues. Or at least half the women of my acquaintance. All I know is that the last time I had a checkup, my doctor took a blood sample and a week later I got a letter saying that normal vitamin D levels are between 32 and 100, and I am a 24.4. (Never mind that I don’t know how high the scale goes; is 100 the highest possible? And 100 whats? Units? Points?) No Laughing Matter, being a 24.4. I was instructed to start taking 2000 units of vitamin D3 daily, chop-chop.
Which I am doing, kind of. The problem is, I just can’t get that exercised about vitamin D. What with the Golden Globes and Natalie Portman’s weird acceptance speech laugh and my new obsession with Downton Abbey and the hours upon hours I have spent trying to enjoy Cleopatra, not to mention showing up at work every day and raising three kids, well, being a vitamin D 24.4 falls to the very bottom of the list of important issues in my life.
Apologies to my wonderful OB/GYN, if you are reading this: I know you are only looking out for my best interests, and that I am the problem here. Please promise you will still be my doctor, even if I am only a 24.4.
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