my liver ain’t happy

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I overshare, beware of TMI

My liver ultrasound was Thursday. Which was more of an all over my abdomen ultrasound. I had goop covering the circumference of my body. I thought being squirted with cold gel was bad, but the feeling of it at body temperature is freaky. It’s like your skin is numb. You can feel it, but then again you can’t. That distracted me for a good ten minutes while she took measurements of every organ I own.

I went in for my follow up with Dr. J yesterday. I walked on the wild side by bringing both girls. I talked the receptionist into turning the waiting room TV to Nickelodeon. iCarly babysat them for 15 minutes while I went in the back. Score one for mama!

I weigh the exact same as I did a month ago and two months before that. I gained almost 20 lbs when he doubled my Effexor dose back in November. Seriously, when I went back for my follow-up for that medication change, I had grown out of all my pants. Not cool.

I have been exercising as regularly as my schedule allows. At least twice a week at the gym and once somewhere else. I eat a high fiber diet, I haven’t had wine for A MONTH! and my ass is still 200 lbs.

WHAT THE HELL??

To top it off, my liver is fatty. It’s not enough that my thighs are fatty, my liver had to join in. Poser. The radiologist blamed it on “patient weight.”

Eff him

What does that mean? Dr. J, bless his heart, offered the “more exercise” answer. I countered with “oh hell no!” I don’t have any more hours in the day to add in more exercise. I told him I wanted to get off the high dose of Effexor right away. We’re not done yet.

As he was checking my lab work, he noticed one of my lab tests came back a little high. As in at the top of the normal range high. Not enough to diagnose. Such is my life. Now I have to go see my Gyno that I haven’t seen since Fluffy was one (I have been to others in the meantime, don’t worry!) and investigate if this could be linked to my polycystic ovaries. Oh boy, more blood tests and doctor’s offices. Someone has to determine whether this is Auto-Immune Hepatitis or full blown Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome.

And I still can’t have wine