So I haven’t said much since the election… I was quite pleased at the outcome and think America could be on the road to return. Enough about that though. This blog is going to me more venting for me than anything.
On November 12th, I started getting an “attack”. While that may sound bad, I have been suffering them for at least that past 6 years… NO big deal. However, since it was at work, one of my bosses made me go to the emergence room because she thought I was having a heart attack. Well learn the symptoms of a heart attack sweetie, ‘cause I wasn’t suffering from them. So the ER visit turns into a 4 days stay because no one can figure out what is wrong and the same alkaline phosphates that have been elevated for at least 3 years are elevated. SHOCKER. So… I end up having to experience a horrible IV, x-rays, ultra sound, countless blood work, MRCP, and an ERCP (too much detail for something you can research) and STILL have no answer. Oh yeah… did I mention that I missed the TSO concert???
So let’s see… since leaving the hospital, I have seen my GI doctor now 3 times, changed meds, had another ultrasound, more blood work, another endoscopy, even more “attacks” have occurred, am awaiting a liver biopsy and STILL have no answer. Well… I did get one possible answer, but if this doctor will not sign off on getting me a full hysterectomy, then I am not coming off of my Seasonale.
If you cannot tell yet, I am quite bitter about the whole experience… especially with being allowed the privilege of paying thousands of dollars for all this and of course not having any answers. Not knowing was a lot better… trust me.
Do people care? Probably not. I am sure my boss feels quite proud of herself, but I don’t feel that she truly cares. Not too many people do, but I know which ones do and I thank them. (You know who you are) Also, if I do not want to tell these people that do not care anything about what is going on, why should I? It is none of their business… and besides they only half hear anyway (many of them still think I had a heart attack).
Even as I write this, I am reminded of the irony as I am sitting through an attack. I have gotten quite used to them. Had one last night at my Aunt and Uncle’s house too... joy.
I am sure they will continue to happen… what does it matter anymore? I have gotten used to all the other pain.
P.S.
For all my “Celiac Disease” all-knowing co-workers – my GI doctor has said many times that what is happening with my liver has nothing to do with Celiac Disease, so get off your damn high horses.
