I Finally Called the Doctor

About 18 months ago I passed out. Brian wasn't home. I was alone with the kids at 6am. I hit my head really hard on the metal clasp of a baby gate and cut it open. I still have a large raised bump where I hit. I woke up in excruciating pain, laying on the floor and saw blood on my hand when I touched my head. Two months later I was at the doctor with Brian for a shot and mentioned it. They ran tests and saw I was anemic and have extremely low blood pressure. A bad combination, but not a whole lot to be done about it. Just take iron pills and be careful when I stand up from a sitting or laying position. This last December I went to get a referral to get a mole looked at. They wanted to do a follow up for my iron, but I had just had a baby two weeks before. The told me to call for a follow up after my body had evened out from post pregnancy, first of March. I put it off. And put it off. And put it off again. Finally, I just decided not to go at all. What is the point? They'll say the same thing again this year with no great answers. This morning I passed out again. I remember my alarm going off and sitting up in bed. I SWEAR I sat my obligitory time frame to let my body adjust, but Brian says I didn't. I remember standing to walk to the alarm across the room. Then I was waking up on the ground. Brian's hand was across my back and he was asking if I was okay. I sat for what seemed like a long time on the floor before I crawled, then wobbly walked back to bed. I definately hit hard. My neck and upper back are screaming at me like I was in a car accident or something. My lower back has piercing pain and my elbow is bruised. Brian says I fought it. I stumbled and tried to recover, but still went down. After I processed the situation for a minute laying in bed again. I got kind of excited and asked what it looked like. I've never seen someone pass out that I can remember. I bet it looks kind of funny. In any case, I called the doctor and made an appointment to get checked again. On the up side, because I didn't trust myself to walk to the basement, Brian changed the laundry for me at 6 am. There is a silver lining to every cloud, right?