Update on the Sludge.
Today, in the rainy atmosphere of Atlanta in late August, I ventured my way down to see a gastro-doctor about the sludge that was found on my gallbladder last week. I was admittedly nervous, so I had Jac accompany me to and from the doctor.
The visit was easy. The doctor, and her assistant, were both lovely. The news? I’m not sure about one way or another. The doctor herself is very hesitant about sending me straight to surgery to have my gallbladder removed. Her reasoning is simple – something else may be going on that’s causing the pain. So now I’m scheduled for an endoscopy on September 20th to check to see if I have an ulcers, inflammation, or other things that could be going on in my esophagus, stomach or upper intestine. If those things are clear, then I’m down for the count and going to surgery.
I’m not sure if this is good or bad. I kind of just want an answer already? Something that makes sense. I want a reason for why my side is sucky, and why I don’t feel well. Apparently my Vitamin D and B12 levels are also low, which they want me to start taking vitamins to increase those levels, but I just spent a lot of time outside in the sun. I don’t live in Seattle; it’s always sunny in Atlanta. Except today. Today it’s kind of like Seattle.
Anyway, the update on the sludge-date isn’t exactly the huzzah I was looking for, and more than anything, why the hell did this happen to me on the year that I took off to take 18 hour semesters?
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever catch a break…
Down with the sickness.