Life as we know it
So... when I last left you, I had a liver disease. Now I am joining you again for the next saga of my life... as we know it.
My doctor did a bunch of blood work and all of the signs that say "Kayla has a Liver Disease" were taken down. I did not have Mono, any Hepatitis and all the liver counts (whatever those are) had gone down. My doctor came to the conclusion that it was not my liver, but my gall bladder
So I was left to wait for a week until I would have to go have a HIDA series test done (they inject you with two different radioactive material and watch the production of your gall bladder. I went for that yesterday and let me tell you, if you have nothing to do on a thursday afternoon and after you've fasted since 12 midnight... I don't recommend you do this. I hate needles so they were nice enough to hook up and IV so they didn't have to keep poking me. The first round was a cake-walk. I laid on the table with a huge tv/x-ray thing over my chest take scans and watched my liver and gall bladder on the screen. The second round, not so pleasant. The lady doing the test said that I might feel nauseated, cramping, or butterflies in my stomach... I felt all three plus immense heat. I started sweating my ass off and before that, the room was freezing. It went away for a few minutes but it was still a terrible feeling. And this whole test... yeah, it took 2 hours. I felt extremely dizzy when I stood up and actually almost fell over in the waiting room, which was pretty embarrassing.
After this, I had to go home, eat and then head on over to see Dr. A-hole, the stomach specialist. No, his name was not Dr. A-hole, but that's what we'll call him. I was told to take off all my clothes (no one yet has made me take my pants off because it's my stomach and not my vagina) and put on this paper gown.. yes paper. I felt so violated, sitting in the, yet again, freezing room w/ nothing put a piece of paper on. Dr. A-hole comes in, asks me what happened, so for the millionth time, I am repeat-o girl and tell everything that has happened to me in the last 3 weeks. Then Dr. A-hole tells me that he's going to wait a month and see if it clears up on it's own. I am paying this man, as a stomach specialist, to tell me what the F is wrong w/ me and all he can say is "wait a month and see if it clears up on it's own" I want pizza and hot dogs and all those foods I can't eat right now! How am I supposed to go to see the Harry Potter movie and not have popcorn? It's scandalous I tell you. So he takes more blood (as if the one IV wasn't enough today) and then the lady can't get the freaking blood... she keeps taking out the needle and putting it back in the same damn whole (nice bruise now) and then finally she stuck it in the lower part of my arm (also don't recommend this, and a huge ass bruise now).
This part has to have it's own paragraph because it's the icing on the cake for this day. He gets the results of the HIDA series test. He informs me that my gall bladder is only function 20% of how it's supposed to. It is abnormal he says. I have no idea what to do with this information Dr. A-hole says. Let me repeat.... "I have no idea what to do with this information". Right. Kayla was pissed. I am told to go home and wait for a freaking month while my gall bladder only functions 20% of how it's supposed to.
This morning my mother called up my doctor who wasn't in today, but called back (God Bless her soul!) and said that she is going to wait for the results of the blood work from my liver count(?) that Dr. A-hole took and then we will end up talking to a surgeon, most likely.
So this means I will be having surgery. The one thing I was trying to get through life w/out. Fuck.
My mother wants me to wait until college is over this winter, but I want to get it done and over with. I honestly don't know if I can go w/out pizza that long. Now that I can't have it... I want it even more than ever :)
Balls.
-Kayla
My doctor did a bunch of blood work and all of the signs that say "Kayla has a Liver Disease" were taken down. I did not have Mono, any Hepatitis and all the liver counts (whatever those are) had gone down. My doctor came to the conclusion that it was not my liver, but my gall bladder
So I was left to wait for a week until I would have to go have a HIDA series test done (they inject you with two different radioactive material and watch the production of your gall bladder. I went for that yesterday and let me tell you, if you have nothing to do on a thursday afternoon and after you've fasted since 12 midnight... I don't recommend you do this. I hate needles so they were nice enough to hook up and IV so they didn't have to keep poking me. The first round was a cake-walk. I laid on the table with a huge tv/x-ray thing over my chest take scans and watched my liver and gall bladder on the screen. The second round, not so pleasant. The lady doing the test said that I might feel nauseated, cramping, or butterflies in my stomach... I felt all three plus immense heat. I started sweating my ass off and before that, the room was freezing. It went away for a few minutes but it was still a terrible feeling. And this whole test... yeah, it took 2 hours. I felt extremely dizzy when I stood up and actually almost fell over in the waiting room, which was pretty embarrassing.
After this, I had to go home, eat and then head on over to see Dr. A-hole, the stomach specialist. No, his name was not Dr. A-hole, but that's what we'll call him. I was told to take off all my clothes (no one yet has made me take my pants off because it's my stomach and not my vagina) and put on this paper gown.. yes paper. I felt so violated, sitting in the, yet again, freezing room w/ nothing put a piece of paper on. Dr. A-hole comes in, asks me what happened, so for the millionth time, I am repeat-o girl and tell everything that has happened to me in the last 3 weeks. Then Dr. A-hole tells me that he's going to wait a month and see if it clears up on it's own. I am paying this man, as a stomach specialist, to tell me what the F is wrong w/ me and all he can say is "wait a month and see if it clears up on it's own" I want pizza and hot dogs and all those foods I can't eat right now! How am I supposed to go to see the Harry Potter movie and not have popcorn? It's scandalous I tell you. So he takes more blood (as if the one IV wasn't enough today) and then the lady can't get the freaking blood... she keeps taking out the needle and putting it back in the same damn whole (nice bruise now) and then finally she stuck it in the lower part of my arm (also don't recommend this, and a huge ass bruise now).
This part has to have it's own paragraph because it's the icing on the cake for this day. He gets the results of the HIDA series test. He informs me that my gall bladder is only function 20% of how it's supposed to. It is abnormal he says. I have no idea what to do with this information Dr. A-hole says. Let me repeat.... "I have no idea what to do with this information". Right. Kayla was pissed. I am told to go home and wait for a freaking month while my gall bladder only functions 20% of how it's supposed to.
This morning my mother called up my doctor who wasn't in today, but called back (God Bless her soul!) and said that she is going to wait for the results of the blood work from my liver count(?) that Dr. A-hole took and then we will end up talking to a surgeon, most likely.
So this means I will be having surgery. The one thing I was trying to get through life w/out. Fuck.
My mother wants me to wait until college is over this winter, but I want to get it done and over with. I honestly don't know if I can go w/out pizza that long. Now that I can't have it... I want it even more than ever :)
Balls.
-Kayla