Been having some increasingly severe pain in the upper abdominal area. Every indication was that my gall bladder was going rogue on me.
This week, I've seen at least one doctor a day with two a day starting on Wednesday. Monday, I see three.
It seems I'm in the early stages of liver failure, but they don't know why--only that there is cirrhosis (not from alcohol--I don't drink hard liquor and haven't for 29 years, and barely drink a six-pack of beer in a year. One glass of red wine a night is about it) that is causing swelling which is causing partial shutdowns which in turn causes more problems, all of which result in severe pain.
I'm grounded from flying, am nauseous most of the time which makes trying to eat a chore, and have been running a constant low-grade fever that nothing I take or that is prescribed touches.
Monday, I see a "super specialist" for lack of a better term. In the preliminary conversations with his staff, they are concerned about test results and numbers and values not agreeing with the physical symptoms. I've had the same tests done two different places and evaluated by two separate labs--both of which return the same results and values. However, the staff also assures me that they are the "best" in this field and it's simply a matter of tracing factors to determine the cause, then prescribing the proper medications to halt this progress.
We'll see, says the cynical me. In the meantime, I'm on this bombardment of prescription medications that are tearing me up on the inside, but for which the docs say is necessary for the moment because the toxins the liver is not filtering need to be neutralized then flushed.
In the meantime, I'm going to hibernate this weekend. I'll be cheering the Oklahoma Sooners on in the Red River Shootout (I despise University of Texas), then be cheering my beloved Texas Tech Red Raiders in their game.
Need to clear my head.
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