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Fun times with internal organs

Apparently I spoil my cat. hyuck.

Anyway, I'm having separation anxiety over my gall bladder already, and the divorce isn't even final yet.

have a little rehash because I think I've only given y'all bits and pieces:

Approximately four and a half weeks ago I got to a point where I couldn't eat and I couldn't sleep. Mainly because I hadn't much of an appetite. And that was mainly due to the fact that every time I ate, I felt downright terrible. So after two weeks of this and I was at work, I got logged into all my programs for work and immediately had to clock out for system issues and run off to the bathroom. It was then I sat in the bathroom and cried, had a panic attack, and went to my team leader's assistant and informed him that I was sick and going to the doctor. Called in to the appropriate phone numbers and then called my mom to make me an appointment with Dr. H, my beloved doctor that has helped me through everything, sinus infections, diabetes, busted up fingers, viruses, everything. Well, mom calls me and is all like, "Dr. H is sick. You'll have to see one of the Dr. R's"
"I dun wanna see either one of the Dr. R's, they're evil!!!"
So she calls me back a few minutes to tell me that the clinic has a new doctor, Dr. M. Okay okay. I'm sick and I need to see the doctor, so I'll try the new guy.

So I go into the clinic to see Dr. M (who has now become my substitute doctah for when Dr. H is sick) and I proceed to tell him that for two weeks now I can't eat or sleep. And as I was about to tell him why he leans forward in his chair and placed his elbows on his knees and said "Have you felt sad lately"

I was like, Oh no. You are NOT about to pin this on being psychosomatic. I am NOT depressed. There is something physically wrong with me, and you are going to find out what it is. I eat, I get sick. That is not depression. I'm a psychology student and if I felt that I was depressed, I wouldn't be coming to see you, I'd be calling a shrink, okay? Okay. Now fix me.

Dr. M blinked, explained the reason why he was asking and I was all like, "yes, yes, I know why you were asking." So he's like, well, let's do lab work because you haven't had lab work done since March so you're overdue. Great. Get lab work done and leave.

Now, this was Tuesday, October 21st and I had been feeling bad since the 5th of October or before. I lost track.

The next Monday, I'm in a car accident on my way to work. Which was actually a blessing in disguise because Tuesday the 28th led me back into Dr. M's office to get my neck checked out to make Sean feel better. While I was in there Dr. M was like, whoot! Let's go over your lab work!

My A1c was awesome. I've been taking care of my diabeetus very well. it was like, 5.9. Dr. M was excited, and he's not even my primary physician. He went over this with me and was about to send me on my way after letting me know that my liver functions, specifically my ALT levels, were a little high. (they were like, ridiculously high) as well as my cholesterol was about fifty points or so higher than last time. I did point out that I've had my ALT's be elevated in the past when I was like, 17 and the red cross rejected my blood because of it. He was like, hmmm, weird, and was like, trying to nudge me out the door. Busy man. Polite, but I understand that he's got other patients to see as well. Now, as he's trying to send me on my way I pipe up. "So my lab work came back pretty much normalish, so what am I supposed to do about feeling sick every single time I eat. It hasn't gotten any better."

Then he remembered why I was there on the 21st to begin with. He was like... oH.... Um, how about I sent you to a GI specialist seeing as how your liver functions are high paired with nausea and diarrhea, let's see what they have to say about it, because I'd rather someone who specializes in gastrointestinal stuff look at it instead of me running eighteen hundred tests on you. I'm like, great. Sure. Whatever.

So the 29th I go to work, proceed to vomit all over the women's restroom, and go home. Call the doctor. Dr. M sends me out a RX for phenergan and rushes the GI appointment for me. They call me later and let me know that I can go in to see Dr. C on the 30th.

The 30th I go in, tell Dr. C everything and he's all like, "you're coming to see me cause you've got diarrhea?" Noooo. My ALTs are high and this only happens when I eat and it's usually paired with nausea and occasional vomiting. Okay, keep in mind that on the friggin' 21st when I first got sick, I told skye_ds all this fun and joy and she goes, "Oh gee, sounds like gall bladder issues" But no one else thought so, not mom or mayme, who both had their gall bladders out, and definitely not the GI specialist, who I even informed that I had family history of gall bladder issues. So Dr. C is all like, time for tests! He tested me for all of the many types of hepatitis, copper levels, anti this and anti that, sent for an ultrasound and a Flexible Sigmoidoscopy. So, halloween morning, I go in, get my ultrasound with my hot hot radiologist, and then run back to the GI clinic to get my Flex Sig. And I'm sure y'all have all heard the story of the Flexsig gone Colonoscopy.... It really wasn't all that bad, now that I really think about it. Because the slight discomfort of having air pumped into my innards was nothing, nothing, nothing like the friggin' gall bladder attack I had on the 2nd of November. Anyone believe Skye now? So Monday the third I call the GI specialist, not there, Call Dr. M. Not there. Call Dr. H, the man who had no idea any of this was going on, Dr. H is all over that like white on rice. He sent out for those ultrasound results to be faxed to him, he calls me up and is all like, You've got an outrageous amount of gallstones, I'm putting in a referral for you to see a general surgeon. Hurr... later that day they call me up and give me an appointment for the surgeon's office for Dr. Mo on the 11th. Then, on the 4th of November, Dr. C the GI man calls me up and is all like, you've got gall stones and you need to have that taken out. I'm like, yeah, I know, I already have an appointment with Dr. Mo on the 11th, and Dr. C is like, oh. Cool.

So I go into see Dr. Mo on Tuesday and mom thinks the divorce will be final by the end of the week.

I will miss my gall bladder. I've gone almost 25 year and kept all my body parts. Wisdom teeth, tonsils, appendix, gall bladder, things that people have stolen from them all the time. Heh. Oh well. Almost 25 and going in for my first surgery. Hmm....

I'm getting all nostalgic over my gall bladder. How pathetic.

Anyway, now you're all caught up with me. I'm going to make it public too, so that mah folks on facebook can see it too....

Oh Gall Bladder. Why do you hate me so?


Nov. 12th, 2008 04:07 pm (UTC)
Good lord. Yeah, I can see how it's pushin' on all sorts of stuff. :/ Ow.

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