There are lots of signs. I tire easily. I get a funny and constant metallic taste in my mouth. My stomach feels tight. Girl stuff starts to be off. Alone, most of those I do not notice, or I attribute them to something else [hey I did just get over being sick] or I am just not paying attention so ignore the signs like they are some pesky insect buzzing around that I can just wave away and they will be gone. So it is not till I catch a look at my face in the mirror with no make up on and notice my mouth that I see it.
I call it white mouth. It is when the color of your mouth is the same as the rest of your face. So you look sort of like a statue. All marble, no color.
White mouth means I am living on borrowed iron time again.
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