Photo by RDNE Stock project When I got sick with Brucellosis et al , I did a bunch of tests to show that it was indeed bacterial infections screwing me over. Doctors needed all the proofsss. And even then, some of them- (assholes!)- shrugged at the fact that my spleen was enlarged, and I did have some kidney damage. Those things mean nothing; obviously. The tests also showed that I had a fibroid in my uterus. Good to know, but that wasn't the current issue I was trying to deal with. Or was it? I go on and on with feeling ok and then then terrible- almost up and then way back down again; with no real follow up care because I don't have like a primary care doctor or a cohesive team of specialists looking out for my health and well-being. I'm just fucking winging it- during a pandemic- as you do in third world settings. So I had to be the one to get blood work on my own and figure out for myself that I'm anemic. Often. And then I start feeling this pressure and pain in