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railentheAnd now you're going to read this in his voice doing his gravelly a.
Sphincter of Oddi dysfunction.
And just because, you should hear the rest as Bertie Wooster.
The liver has been giving me problems for a while. So many problems it's been jumping around and kicking my kidney's ass. I've lost even more weight—if this keeps up, I'm going to be a nice svelte 135 pounds by January—
Which, mind you, we don't want, because I'm not trying to lose weight—
So we've been doing scans and tests and blood work and labs and scans and tests and labs and blood work and tests and blood work because the scans keep coming up normal and the blood work keeps coming up completely damn fucky and it gets worse every time they check it—in fact, they're gonna check for hepatitis again. So many goddamn liver panels, you'd think I drank eight hard drinks a day with a molly chaser.
(Not the case on either. Kids, don't do the thing.)
"So the scans are back normal."
I'm so sore and in enough pain I can't even manage a "Bullshit."
"But here's the thing."
"Henh?"
One of those display things on a string with a ring gets pulled down. Those still exist? I think in passing as I look at a diagram of a liver.
"So this is a liver, and a gall bladder, and a pancreas, and this is the bile duct that on your MRI was completely blown out too large—"
"I remember that," I mumble. "What did I do?"
"REALLY bad luck. There's a muscle here that's supposed to clam it down a bit so it doesn't stay blown open like this and keep flooding everything with way more everything than is needed. And yours is not working."
"Well, crap."
I'm then informed in great detail about the ultrasound I'm going to need, with the knockout gas and needles, a scope with an ultrasound probe, a potential biopsy, and a whole lot of "do not eat" beforehand. If it's confirmed to b this thing, I'm going to need surgery: the offending muscle is literally clipped and then yanked into a size that should function properly.
"There's one more thing I gotta test."
And I'm ordered onto a table where I am literally poked and prodded, mostly in the area of the painful kidney, and then in the aggravated zone of the liver. I'd love to shout "DON'T DO THE THING" but all I can manage is a tiny "ow ow ow nooooo."
"There are the two sites to confirm, but we still have to do the scope to confirm."
So we've gotten this far. It's definitely the liver, and we have to do something about it before things get really bad. But the problem is the exploratory procedure isn't until February and things are already bad.
Today when I went grocery shopping, my food stamps were missing. A cryptic letter from a few weeks ago doesn't help me understand what is going on. Either they don't come until the middle of the month, or they are not happening at all. With the bills and rent and all, I can barely afford to sacrifice the money earmarked for that to the bills.
…welcome to the holiday season right?
Sphincter of Oddi dysfunction.
And just because, you should hear the rest as Bertie Wooster.
The liver has been giving me problems for a while. So many problems it's been jumping around and kicking my kidney's ass. I've lost even more weight—if this keeps up, I'm going to be a nice svelte 135 pounds by January—
Which, mind you, we don't want, because I'm not trying to lose weight—
So we've been doing scans and tests and blood work and labs and scans and tests and labs and blood work and tests and blood work because the scans keep coming up normal and the blood work keeps coming up completely damn fucky and it gets worse every time they check it—in fact, they're gonna check for hepatitis again. So many goddamn liver panels, you'd think I drank eight hard drinks a day with a molly chaser.
(Not the case on either. Kids, don't do the thing.)
"So the scans are back normal."
I'm so sore and in enough pain I can't even manage a "Bullshit."
"But here's the thing."
"Henh?"
One of those display things on a string with a ring gets pulled down. Those still exist? I think in passing as I look at a diagram of a liver.
"So this is a liver, and a gall bladder, and a pancreas, and this is the bile duct that on your MRI was completely blown out too large—"
"I remember that," I mumble. "What did I do?"
"REALLY bad luck. There's a muscle here that's supposed to clam it down a bit so it doesn't stay blown open like this and keep flooding everything with way more everything than is needed. And yours is not working."
"Well, crap."
I'm then informed in great detail about the ultrasound I'm going to need, with the knockout gas and needles, a scope with an ultrasound probe, a potential biopsy, and a whole lot of "do not eat" beforehand. If it's confirmed to b this thing, I'm going to need surgery: the offending muscle is literally clipped and then yanked into a size that should function properly.
"There's one more thing I gotta test."
And I'm ordered onto a table where I am literally poked and prodded, mostly in the area of the painful kidney, and then in the aggravated zone of the liver. I'd love to shout "DON'T DO THE THING" but all I can manage is a tiny "ow ow ow nooooo."
"There are the two sites to confirm, but we still have to do the scope to confirm."
So we've gotten this far. It's definitely the liver, and we have to do something about it before things get really bad. But the problem is the exploratory procedure isn't until February and things are already bad.
Today when I went grocery shopping, my food stamps were missing. A cryptic letter from a few weeks ago doesn't help me understand what is going on. Either they don't come until the middle of the month, or they are not happening at all. With the bills and rent and all, I can barely afford to sacrifice the money earmarked for that to the bills.
…welcome to the holiday season right?
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Date: 2015-12-08 06:42 pm (UTC)Fingers crossed on the stamps - please let me know if there is trouble. (I sorely hope it is just a delay but damn... if they have mucked about with the distribution date then imagine how many households potentially screwed over by this wait...)
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Date: 2015-12-13 12:04 am (UTC)It's just fucked up is what it is.
The scan is I think February 8th. I have to check again. Every time I think too much about the situation the thing starts acting up.
On the upside if it's acting up I'm not boring through the storehouse, right?
(Man, I wish I had more of a handle on your schedule. I miss hanging out. Like, you have no idea. And bruh have you seen the gorgeous new Dissidia stuff? Mercy lawd.)
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Date: 2015-12-13 10:19 am (UTC)Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek, yeah I can understand not wanting to think too much on it if it's a trigger. D: *hugs*
(It's been way too long. I've been sporadically following the new Dissidia stuff - I think the last I saw was Ramza FINALLY having a nose! After, what, how many years? I really hope SE adds more characters *cough* KUJA *cough* in time because damn so pretty. Also more voice acting. BUT SO PRETTY. I would fail that game so hard as I'd just want to stop the characters and make them pose so I could admire.
I've been playing Final Fantasy Record Keeper in the meantime but I kinda sorta maybe unofficially ragequit a while ago due to being trolled so immensely by the RNG. It is my firm belief that Kefka runs that thing as the relic draw always fails to deliver on the banner you want most. (Unsurprisingly it was IX. I had ground for several months to get the tokens to pull for that relic draw. FATE MADE POPCORN THAT DAY.) And Kuja is in charge of doling out stats as characters that are notoriously popular seem to get turned into faceplants in this. Yet Kuja himself has still yet to appear - he only just got an enemy sprite in the JP version but I'm still hoping he can be playable as Exdeath, Golbez, Seph and Keffers are already so. Ardent Genome fangirl may return to game if that happens.)
I've been meaning to play that but I need to find something to sack on the phone
Date: 2015-12-14 12:05 am (UTC)It's taken this long for them to figure it out. It's ridiculous. Just writing last night made it go WHAM and the med that makes it shut up, is unfortunately, ALSO processed by the liver...so it gets worse before it gets better.
Ramza with a nose was at first WHAT
and then I started seeing everyone else and my brain did a "too many pretty people in the room BSOD" from it. MY ONION SON IS COCKY AND ADORABLE.
I've been having a "fail the game just for pretty/research" case recently in the case of the Bayonetta series. I needed to know a thing about this guy Rodin and
well
You know when you get distracted watching the other guy in a fight it's basically an invitation to getting yer ass kicked nine ways to Sunday?
He found nine MORE ways.
Regret nothing ever.
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Date: 2015-12-14 08:42 pm (UTC)NINE? Oh my...
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Date: 2015-12-20 03:25 am (UTC)I'm just a rookie here, but I think I know a little something. Nobody does low-ground shots of terrain, for instance, so I decided to take a low-ground shot here. Blown up THIS big the reds are a LITTLE overdithered, but at the proper size it's flawless.
Trunk and leaves