I thought she was gonna be ok, but alas. No.
I swear, there are more doctors that get up and put that duck suit on daily! So beware, you don't always see it right off. Sometimes you just don't know that they waddle until months later.
Anyways, I was back in the search for a doctor (Does any one want a barkin' basset? She has been goin' all live long day. . . Scrappy will not play and she is mad. . .). A friend told me about one, but she said he has a strange sense of humor. I replied, I really didn't care so long as he didn't wear feathers and waddle, because the Aliens were takin' over my brain.
So I call up my friend that works up there and by george, I think she about fell out of her chair laughin' when I told her I needed to see another doc because of there were aliens breedin in my head.
So that is how we came to be doctor and patient. He treated my aliens.
He also listened to me when I told him that I didn't think I had asthma because it felt like my throat was closing up, when I went in for a chest ache that I thought was bronchitis. It turned out it was acid reflux. BOTH symptoms! I have not used my inhaler in over 3 months! Imagine, a doc that listens. . stranger things have happened I guess. .
But it was during this visit, that he noticed that my liver levels were THREE times as high as they should be. So we have done a series of blood tests, including heptitus'. All came back normal.
Then his nurse called wanting to make an appointment for new liver function blood test and he wanted to see me. I got scared. Really scared. You can not live without your liver. I've seen what happens.
So I want to pray that I'm not going to die or have liver disease or some other disease. I had to stop and think about those 35 years that I prayed daily for me to just die.
I have not said that prayer in about 5 years. I will be 54 this month. Do the math. I do not want to die. I started all the Oh, please. . . prayers. Then stopped. Which was very hard. VERY. I prayed that He would help me accept His will, no matter what, and that I would accept it with Grace. Then I had to let it go. HARD. HARD. HARD.
The test came back WAAAAY down. Not normal yet but now they ARE only slightly elevated.
I (and I think, the Doc is too) am contributing it to the fact that I had been trying different wines, binge drinking, etc. I have not had a drink of any kind since December 26, when I missed seeing some friends because of a MASSIVE hangover.
My body does not agree with alcohol. My personality changes, I get depressed. I do not cope. I cry.
I am not crying anymore. I am on an antidepressent, mild though it is. I am coping. I am accepting the decision with Grace. I thank Him that I have another day.
(And I still need someone to do something with the barkin' basset! Or get me some duct tape!)
Kackle today, it does a body good!!