I got a call from the OB's office today, saying that they got my bloodwork back, and my liver enzymes are super high. Too bad I wasn't at the time, it really would have softened the blow.
She faxed all the documentation over to my GP, who said there was no WAY it was safe to do surgery, so the OB nurse calls me back, telling me that the girl over at my GP's office wanted to talk to me NOW. I called her, and she said she'd already made me an appointment with a GI specialist on Wednesday MORNING to do a Hep panel and probably do an ultrasound on my liver.
For real...WHAT???
So now I get to be poked, prodded, probably stuck with more needles, and generally bite my nails until I hear what the hell is wrong.
I'm sure it's just the antibiotics I've been on for the past 2 weeks and all the Tylenol I've taken for the pain I've been in that prompted this surgery in the first place.
Let's just hope that's all it is. Again, I will quote Cartman from Southpark: "Son of a BITCH!"
Happy Hump Day.
3 comments:
Holy crap.
Keep us posted.
Now, I gotta worry about you, too.
Okay - I'm sayin this right now - EVERYBODY STOP WITH THE SICKNESS!!!
There, I feel better now.
((HUGS))
Rats! (And other vermin). I'm glad you're keeping us posted, Lady. I'd hate to see a spate of silence because you were worried we were tired of reading about the ups and downs.
xoxoxoxox
You need to find a genie and change this run of luck.
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