When I get busy and forget to blog I might as well just start over with the next doctor's appointments as it is a given I will not remember most...or half...of what has happened. Nature of the beast I guess. But let's see...here is what I DO remember:
I had my abdominal u/s and my spleen was back to normal. I guess when they wait almost 3 weeks that's what happens. Of course I'm relieved as this means that the spleen is one less thing I have to worry about...for now. My liver is still inflamed and fatty, although I do not know if it was worse or the same. The MA, who was the one that told me my results, didn't seem to know either. I was put on to 2000 mgs. a day of Salsalate. Salsalate is an NSAID. NSAID's and I do not get along. My rheumy took me off the Percocet and prescribed Vicoden in hopes of controlling the pain (if the Salsalate didn't work) with less Tylenol to bug my liver. However, I gotta wonder how 2000 mgs. of Ibuprofen, which is way worse for your liver, is better than 325 mgs. of Tylenol?! I have to take partial "blame" in that I told Dr. S I wanted to get off of the painkillers if at all possible. So I think she's trying to accomplish that for me. But at this point I'm now re-thinking this given the toxicity is higher with the NSAID's and they kill my stomach. The crap part of it all is that I NEED something that is anti-inflammatory to see if that will reduce the pain. Yet if I can't take it what's a girl to do? My stomach has been quite sore/tender for over a week now and I did take the Salsalate for one day (big whoop, right?) but stopped when I found out it was an NSAID. For now I'm trying to "heal" my stomach and then give it a shot.
But weirdness...when I talked to the MA about my abdominal u/s results I asked if Dr. S wanted me to schedule a follow-up appt. for my bone/joint issues. The MA checked Dr. S's notes and said, "Nope. Unless you have the red, swollen joints again." Uhhh...okay. So like no follow-up appt. ever? My dad was extremely bothered by this given the fact that Dr. S has prescribed me medicine, and as such is treating me, yet isn't going to see how things are going. Hell, even Dr. B (the rheumy from Bend) scheduled me in every 4-6 wks. I'm not sure what to think of it. I like Dr. S, thought she was thorough, was impressed she found the low levels of Vitamin D, and now this. I think I suck at picking doctors. :o/ We'll see what, if anything, happens after I have my Vitamin D levels rechecked sometime next week as this Thurs. is my last dose of the mega D.
Moving along to the next "issue." I had my follow-up appt. w/Dr. J the pulmo. I've been put onto Singulair and Intal (when it comes in...the pharmacy had to order it). Gotta keep up with the PFM readings to see if these meds work. I've taken two doses of the Singulair and haven't noticed any effect, but it's not a steroid so I'm guessing it's going to take awhile. The upside is that I'm not feeling like crap because of it. I am, however, battling a head cold that's been going around everywhere so who knows. :oD
And finishing up with...the appointment w/the Hepatologist, Dr Z. What I hadn't had a chance to blog about was that the clinic where Dr. Z is at said I needed to see Dr. N, as he is who I originally saw. Of course I was completely against that and told them that I would just go to another clinic. I called a place that had several doctors who had been recommended in a recent magazine and started the process to get in to see one of the Hepatologists. But then a scheduler at Dr. Z's office came through. She had fought hard to get me in and the clinic coordinator finally agreed to let me see Dr. Z. Personally, I think it's shitty and incredibly stupid that this was even an issue to begin with. I could see if I wanted to switch docs just for the hell of it...I guess...yet I had a valid reason for not wanting to see Dr. N again. I told them he had brushed me off and made me feel stupid. Why on Earth would I want to be seen by him again? And why couldn't I see another doctor, let alone the doctor I was originally scheduled to be seen by anyways? /End rant. So thank you, Janelle (I think her name is), for fighting the good fight for me, a person you've never met but felt compelled to help. My appt. with Dr. Z isn't until April although I'm on the cancellation list for him as well. Good news is that because my spleen is okay right now I can wait to be seen. I will say that my liver has been torturous to me lately. Lots of pain, bile diarrhea, and nausea. My right side still hurts every now and then and radiates to my back and down towards my hip. Curious to see what Dr. Z has to say about it.
Wow...maybe I didn't forget anything! But then how would I know, right? ;o) This weekend some friends of ours and their kiddos came up to visit us. Their kids just so happen to be the best friends of our kids. Clear as mud? Anyways, Ryan and I offered to keep Colton, Makaila, Rachelle, and Hayley overnight so that Tiffani and David could have a night off and our kids could catch up on some much needed friend time. Although the constant running up and down the stairs and extra work took a heavy toll on me (I'm still incredibly sore and worn out), it was soooo worth it! The kids loved every minute of it and it was nice to have the house filled with craziness for a bit. They are all really good kids, and despite a bit of mischief from the girls, everyone got a long well and hated to say goodbye. I had every intention of sleeping most of the day today but alas, our TV needs to be looked at again (they've already cleaned it, replaced the light engine twice, and it's messed up once more) so I was awoken at 8:30 by the repairman calling to let me know he'd be here between 1 p.m. - 4 p.m. The kids are off school yet have been total dolls today! Thank God! lol Maybe I'll sleep all day tomorrow.
Or not.
Showing posts with label Fatty Liver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fatty Liver. Show all posts
Monday, February 18, 2008
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Results are in
I was finally able to get my hands on the results of my liver biopsy and looks like as of right now there are no Alpha-1 granules in my liver. This is good, of course I have no idea if there could still be granules elsewhere and just not in the biopsy site, or if they could still appear later. Hopefully these questions will be answered when I see Dr. Z in Oct. I did cancel the appt. with that bitch of an NP and am sure they won't call to see why or tell me my results. There were also no signs of fibrosis or cirrhosis--more good news. Not so great news is that I have a mild fatty liver, the left lobe of the liver is enlarged, and the right lobe is "particularly prominent." The problem is that usually fatty liver is associated with obesity/being overweight, diabetes, and/or alcoholism--a.k.a. things you can change and get better. I am nowhere near being overweight, I don't have diabetes, and I don't drink with the exception of a beer or glass of wine ever so often (even more seldom these days). My diet is good, I eat lots of veggies and fruits because I love them, chicken, meat, fish are typical, I avoid bad stuff as much as possible though I do indulge here and there with a piece or two of chocolate (sometimes every night...ack! Ryan bought me 2 lbs. of Leonidas damnit!), and I'd love to lose 10 lbs. but overall my nutrition intake is fine. And believe me, if I thought it needed tweaking I would both admit it and change it. So what's causing the fatty liver? That's the million dollar question right now. The second million dollar question is, "Does it matter?" I don't know if that's a problem. I'm guessing that I'll have to be monitored to ensure that this doesn't advance to fibrosis and then cirrhosis as it very easily can. One of the gals on my Alpha-1 list started off with a fatty liver (with no apparent reason for it, like me), then it slowly progressed until she ended up having a transplant. Unfortunately she hadn't had a liver biopsy until the very end so no way to know if she had the Alpha-1 granules when she was at the fatty liver stage or not. In the end, the important part is that at last check the blood levels were normalizing and we just have to hope they stay that way. I am still bloated and having pain from the enlarged liver but such is life. I can live with it so long as things aren't bad.
I saw Dr. A (ortho) on Mon. for another follow-up appt. Wouldn't you know it, my SI joints have been behaving themselves, only causing the dull ache like usual, until this past weekend when the left side started giving me shooting pains in the area when I bent over. Then I guess I started favoring that side so the right one got out of whack and it too decided to bitch. So by Mon. I was ready to try the cortisone injections despite being scared of something going wrong like the liver biopsy and being in a ton of pain. Plus, after that bone biopsy I'm a little gun shy with sticking needles into that area. Nevertheless, I'm game for doing the injections and possibly having pain relief somewhere. What I didn't know was that the procedure is done with xray guidance and would have to be scheduled. My kids had come with me on Mon. as I had no one to watch them, so they were relieved to learn they wouldn't have to be anywhere near me when they shoved needles into my butt. :o) I would've made them leave the room, of course, however the mere thought gave them the heebie jeebies. Dr. A also refilled the Percocet so if the cortisone doesn't work I'll at least have something. I'm still keeping the dosage at a half to a whole a day unless the pain is really unbearable and then sometimes I hit two a day, but that's also still rare. Thankfully.
Today I noticed I was having some breathing difficulties which may have been due to the hot weather. It had been cool for awhile (I loved it...was almost like Fall!) and then the sun came back and brought the heat with it. Just another reminder that I need to call Dr. A.B. up at OHSU for a pulmonology work-up. I'm way too good at procrastination. Well that and we're so slammed with weddings from here on out that I keep telling myself it would be too difficult to make the trek up to Portland. Excuses, excuses.
Aciphex is continuing to do it's job at keeping the reflux at bay. I've been having horrible nausea and even a slight amount of breakthrough heartburn which I am attributing to my PMS. I had the worst bout of nausea the other day before we had to go decorate that I thought for sure I'd be spending most of the time hogging a stall at the venue. At that point I was sure I was getting the flu or something. I couldn't even drink water without wanting to hurl. Time passed and slowly it went away. Then my boobs started hurting and my face broke out. Plus I hit a wall fatigue-wise again and started sleeping roughly 10 hrs. and feeling as if it had only been 4. And maybe I got a little moody too. Maybe. At least it wasn't the flu.
I'm writing this next portion down to remind myself to call and bitch at Dr. B's office and find out what I'm supposed to do medicine-wise as no one has returned my calls. I'd really like to get the cortisone and then assuming it works, start weaning off of the Percocet. However, I have to get the joint/muscle pain under control first and I can't until they can get me something that works.
That's it for now, I suppose. Taking it day by day and enjoying the good ones.
I saw Dr. A (ortho) on Mon. for another follow-up appt. Wouldn't you know it, my SI joints have been behaving themselves, only causing the dull ache like usual, until this past weekend when the left side started giving me shooting pains in the area when I bent over. Then I guess I started favoring that side so the right one got out of whack and it too decided to bitch. So by Mon. I was ready to try the cortisone injections despite being scared of something going wrong like the liver biopsy and being in a ton of pain. Plus, after that bone biopsy I'm a little gun shy with sticking needles into that area. Nevertheless, I'm game for doing the injections and possibly having pain relief somewhere. What I didn't know was that the procedure is done with xray guidance and would have to be scheduled. My kids had come with me on Mon. as I had no one to watch them, so they were relieved to learn they wouldn't have to be anywhere near me when they shoved needles into my butt. :o) I would've made them leave the room, of course, however the mere thought gave them the heebie jeebies. Dr. A also refilled the Percocet so if the cortisone doesn't work I'll at least have something. I'm still keeping the dosage at a half to a whole a day unless the pain is really unbearable and then sometimes I hit two a day, but that's also still rare. Thankfully.
Today I noticed I was having some breathing difficulties which may have been due to the hot weather. It had been cool for awhile (I loved it...was almost like Fall!) and then the sun came back and brought the heat with it. Just another reminder that I need to call Dr. A.B. up at OHSU for a pulmonology work-up. I'm way too good at procrastination. Well that and we're so slammed with weddings from here on out that I keep telling myself it would be too difficult to make the trek up to Portland. Excuses, excuses.
Aciphex is continuing to do it's job at keeping the reflux at bay. I've been having horrible nausea and even a slight amount of breakthrough heartburn which I am attributing to my PMS. I had the worst bout of nausea the other day before we had to go decorate that I thought for sure I'd be spending most of the time hogging a stall at the venue. At that point I was sure I was getting the flu or something. I couldn't even drink water without wanting to hurl. Time passed and slowly it went away. Then my boobs started hurting and my face broke out. Plus I hit a wall fatigue-wise again and started sleeping roughly 10 hrs. and feeling as if it had only been 4. And maybe I got a little moody too. Maybe. At least it wasn't the flu.
I'm writing this next portion down to remind myself to call and bitch at Dr. B's office and find out what I'm supposed to do medicine-wise as no one has returned my calls. I'd really like to get the cortisone and then assuming it works, start weaning off of the Percocet. However, I have to get the joint/muscle pain under control first and I can't until they can get me something that works.
That's it for now, I suppose. Taking it day by day and enjoying the good ones.
Monday, August 13, 2007
When did patients become the bad guy?
I swear, it seems like there is something in the water here--or maybe it's just a change of times--but I am so tired of being talked down to and treated like dirt from people in the medical profession. There are a few good ones in town that do not fall under this category, mind you. However, today I was once again reminded of why I really dislike the one NP at BMC's GI dept.
Before my appt. this morning, I called the GI dept. to make sure they had all of my test results from my biopsy last week. The last thing I wanted to do was have a repeat session of NP B having a semi-fit because she couldn't "access" any of my results. The gal I talked to was able to find out that while the biopsy stuff hadn't been finalized yet, they could at least get a verbal to the doctor. So off I went. When NP B came in she started off by immediately saying, "I don't have your liver biopsy results yet." Sensing what was coming I very politely informed her of what I was told this morning as I figured it was possible she did not know about the verbal info.
"You didn't let me finish!" she retorted in one of the rudest tones I have heard. I apologized to her, though not nicely I might add. "You interrupted me!" she berated again. Once again I apologized as she walked out of the room. By this point I was so ready to leave and seething inside. I should note that I can put up with bitchiness and even rudeness to quite an extreme--but this was just assinine. NO ONE deserves to be talked to this way. Especially by someone who is supposed to have your well-being in their hands. The one thing that kept me glued to my seat was wanting to know the test results. Looking back I should've just walked out.
Finally she returned and had to get another jab in at me, "What I was trying to tell you before you cut me off," and proceeded to inform me that my biopsy results as of right now show no significant signs of liver disease. This is, obviously, good news. With that however, she informed me that she was going to be referring me back to my GP. Why?? My GP doesn't specialize in GI issues. Regardless of whether or not I have cirrhosis at this point in time does not negate the fact that something is going on with my liver. So of course we went back and forth on this issue. Her negating that I even have Alpha-1, me asking her to stake her reputation on it (her of course refusing to do that...surprise, surprise), she saying that I probably have Fatty Liver (hello...I weigh 135 and you said I had anorexia, so where's the poor diet and obesity associated with Fatty Liver??), and so it went. NP B asked how my biopsy went. When I told her all she said was, "oh." No, "How are you doing now?," or "I'm sorry you went through that," or "That seems odd, maybe we should discuss/note this,"--nothing. Just "oh." Lovely lady, really.
I tried to nail her down on a diagnosis or something. She then stated that some of her patients just have an enlarged liver and elevated liver enzymes for no reason. Well, fine, if that's me then what? What do we do? Couldn't get an answer for that one. NP B did her typical, "I don't have your (insert specific test here) result," deal but when I promptly opened my very large binder containing almost all of my lab work and offered her a copy of it she'd either magically find said test result or pretended as if she didn't hear me.
Eventually she left to get me some samples of some pills for my reflux. I could hear her complaining about me to the doctor and lo an behold, she comes back without any pills but with Dr. H on her heels. By this point I've already shut down. I'm so tired of conflicting reports (more below), arguing, and out and out arrogance and rudeness that I just don't care anymore. Dr. H goes on to say how my liver biopsy stuff looks good thus far, no signs of Alpha-1 in the liver but they sent out some samples so maybe there might be, and that the right lobe of my liver is enlarged...not the left. He tells me that I have a congenital defect that I've had since birth. Oh this gets laughable here. For one, according to the CT done back in March of 2006, my liver was normal. Other CT's I've had have never stated that my liver was enlarged at all, nor did it ever state that the right lobe is larger than the left. But in 2007 the CT now shows enlargement. So riddle me this, good doc, why was it fine a year ago and now not so fine? Wouldn't you know I didn't think about this until after the appt., so I didn't get to ask him. I did ask if having this congenital defect would cause pain. "No, typically you never know you have it." he says. So why am I in pain? No answer there. What about all my other symptoms? According to them it's most likely not related to my liver. Okay, I give them that one...maybe. With the arthritis issues there is bound to be some overlapping crap going on, but give me a break. Some of the stuff I'm going through is well-tied to the liver.
Lab tests were brought up and it sounds like they are only aware of two abnormal liver panels. I have more than that. I offer these to NP B--she walks away like she didn't hear me.
In the end I walk out with samples of pills for reflux, a follow-up appt. in 3 wks. (soooo canceling that one), and basically ready to give up. This is the only GI practice in my town and I have no faith in them whatsoever. My plan is to wait until my results are back, get copies of everything, and plan on seeing Dr. Z up at Portland when my time comes.
Re: conflicting radiology reports--confusion abounds here for me. As I stated earlier, the CT in '06 said nothing of a cyst nor enlargement. The CT I had back in June said that the cyst in my liver was unchanged from the scan showing it originally done in 2006. So it was there in '06, the radiologist just either didn't see it or think it was significant enough to put in his report. Then you fast forward to last week and again there is no mention of the cyst. Did it disappear? Did the radiologist not see it? Did he see it but not put it in the report? How can I trust any of these people? You would think that the radiologist from last week would've looked for the cyst and then put in the report, "Cyst gone" or something to that effect. Instead I'm left to wonder 1.) if there really ever was a cyst, 2.) if there was, is it gone?, or 3.) is it still there but not being noted?
Cherry on top? Ryan's car got keyed this weekend. Maybe from one of the neighbors as they seem to hate us for no apparent reason. And the dog pissed in her crate while I was at the doctor's. I'm so close to going insane.
Before my appt. this morning, I called the GI dept. to make sure they had all of my test results from my biopsy last week. The last thing I wanted to do was have a repeat session of NP B having a semi-fit because she couldn't "access" any of my results. The gal I talked to was able to find out that while the biopsy stuff hadn't been finalized yet, they could at least get a verbal to the doctor. So off I went. When NP B came in she started off by immediately saying, "I don't have your liver biopsy results yet." Sensing what was coming I very politely informed her of what I was told this morning as I figured it was possible she did not know about the verbal info.
"You didn't let me finish!" she retorted in one of the rudest tones I have heard. I apologized to her, though not nicely I might add. "You interrupted me!" she berated again. Once again I apologized as she walked out of the room. By this point I was so ready to leave and seething inside. I should note that I can put up with bitchiness and even rudeness to quite an extreme--but this was just assinine. NO ONE deserves to be talked to this way. Especially by someone who is supposed to have your well-being in their hands. The one thing that kept me glued to my seat was wanting to know the test results. Looking back I should've just walked out.
Finally she returned and had to get another jab in at me, "What I was trying to tell you before you cut me off," and proceeded to inform me that my biopsy results as of right now show no significant signs of liver disease. This is, obviously, good news. With that however, she informed me that she was going to be referring me back to my GP. Why?? My GP doesn't specialize in GI issues. Regardless of whether or not I have cirrhosis at this point in time does not negate the fact that something is going on with my liver. So of course we went back and forth on this issue. Her negating that I even have Alpha-1, me asking her to stake her reputation on it (her of course refusing to do that...surprise, surprise), she saying that I probably have Fatty Liver (hello...I weigh 135 and you said I had anorexia, so where's the poor diet and obesity associated with Fatty Liver??), and so it went. NP B asked how my biopsy went. When I told her all she said was, "oh." No, "How are you doing now?," or "I'm sorry you went through that," or "That seems odd, maybe we should discuss/note this,"--nothing. Just "oh." Lovely lady, really.
I tried to nail her down on a diagnosis or something. She then stated that some of her patients just have an enlarged liver and elevated liver enzymes for no reason. Well, fine, if that's me then what? What do we do? Couldn't get an answer for that one. NP B did her typical, "I don't have your (insert specific test here) result," deal but when I promptly opened my very large binder containing almost all of my lab work and offered her a copy of it she'd either magically find said test result or pretended as if she didn't hear me.
Eventually she left to get me some samples of some pills for my reflux. I could hear her complaining about me to the doctor and lo an behold, she comes back without any pills but with Dr. H on her heels. By this point I've already shut down. I'm so tired of conflicting reports (more below), arguing, and out and out arrogance and rudeness that I just don't care anymore. Dr. H goes on to say how my liver biopsy stuff looks good thus far, no signs of Alpha-1 in the liver but they sent out some samples so maybe there might be, and that the right lobe of my liver is enlarged...not the left. He tells me that I have a congenital defect that I've had since birth. Oh this gets laughable here. For one, according to the CT done back in March of 2006, my liver was normal. Other CT's I've had have never stated that my liver was enlarged at all, nor did it ever state that the right lobe is larger than the left. But in 2007 the CT now shows enlargement. So riddle me this, good doc, why was it fine a year ago and now not so fine? Wouldn't you know I didn't think about this until after the appt., so I didn't get to ask him. I did ask if having this congenital defect would cause pain. "No, typically you never know you have it." he says. So why am I in pain? No answer there. What about all my other symptoms? According to them it's most likely not related to my liver. Okay, I give them that one...maybe. With the arthritis issues there is bound to be some overlapping crap going on, but give me a break. Some of the stuff I'm going through is well-tied to the liver.
Lab tests were brought up and it sounds like they are only aware of two abnormal liver panels. I have more than that. I offer these to NP B--she walks away like she didn't hear me.
In the end I walk out with samples of pills for reflux, a follow-up appt. in 3 wks. (soooo canceling that one), and basically ready to give up. This is the only GI practice in my town and I have no faith in them whatsoever. My plan is to wait until my results are back, get copies of everything, and plan on seeing Dr. Z up at Portland when my time comes.
Re: conflicting radiology reports--confusion abounds here for me. As I stated earlier, the CT in '06 said nothing of a cyst nor enlargement. The CT I had back in June said that the cyst in my liver was unchanged from the scan showing it originally done in 2006. So it was there in '06, the radiologist just either didn't see it or think it was significant enough to put in his report. Then you fast forward to last week and again there is no mention of the cyst. Did it disappear? Did the radiologist not see it? Did he see it but not put it in the report? How can I trust any of these people? You would think that the radiologist from last week would've looked for the cyst and then put in the report, "Cyst gone" or something to that effect. Instead I'm left to wonder 1.) if there really ever was a cyst, 2.) if there was, is it gone?, or 3.) is it still there but not being noted?
Cherry on top? Ryan's car got keyed this weekend. Maybe from one of the neighbors as they seem to hate us for no apparent reason. And the dog pissed in her crate while I was at the doctor's. I'm so close to going insane.
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