Post written by Susan Lacke.
The doctor with the disheveled hair leaned in, inches away from my face:
“To be honest, Susan, I’m not really sure what to make of this.”
In her hand, she held the results of my lab tests. A lot of things were out of whack.
I had been feeling like absolute crap lately, but chalked it up to a heavy load of work, school, and Ironman training. All of a sudden, it looked more serious than that.
In the past, I had some major health problems, which contributed to my decision to become vegetarian, quit my unhealthy habits, and start running. As I sat in the doctor’s office that day, I began to question that – had all of my healthy activities been pointless? I considered picking up a pack of Marlboro Lights and a giant jug of wine on my way home to tell my partner, Neil, I was dying.
The doctor ordered more tests and told me to stop being a drama queen – it wasn’t time to jump to conclusions just yet.
The two words every vegetarian dreads
When I went back to the doctor the following week, I got the verdict: I wasn’t dying. But my diagnosis still didn’t give me much cause for celebration.
I had extreme protein deficiency.