Y’all thought I was fucking around about wanting to be related to a pirate and yet, here I am with “dangerously low” levels of Vitamin D. I have already gotten reassurance from Rachel about the kinds of questions I need to be asking the doctor and am now just in the “I was freaked out, but am now making jokes about it” stage.
But damn! I didn’t even know “dangerously low levels of Vitamin D” was a thing.
I do feel like this almost means a window in my office is a medical necessity, though, right?
It is kind of funny, though, because my first thought was “But I’m fat!” as if that’s an immunity from being malnourished in some way. I mean, I’m obviously getting enough right?
Bodies. They’re fucking weird.