So this morning I got a call that I had to go back down to the doctor to go over my blood test results. I think I mentioned yesterday that the tests came back and everything appeared ok...except my liver enzymes. My cholesterol was good, my sugars were good, everything was good. But whatever the hell liver enzymes are...not so good.
So today they told me to come back in. When I first got there the nurse asked for what reason I came in today. I said because they called me and told me to come in. She seemed confused. She got the doctor who asked me why I came in today. I said because they called me and told me to come in. He look confused. Now I look confused until the doctor said, "Oh yeah."
First thing they had checked was to see if I had any type of hepatitis. When that came back clear they wondered if I was a heavy drinker and if excess alcohol intake could have caused the results. After talking they figure that I must have Fatty Liver Disease. Now I can't tell you how amusing it is for me to potentially have a "disease" that actually has the word "Fatty" in its name. That's like pure gold humor to me. But the doc doesn't want to jump to conclusions so tomorrow he has me going in for an ultrasound. I friggin' hate going to the doctor's...mostly because they keep making you come back for no damn reason.
The doctor explained that fatty liver disease (god I love that name) can come from being extremely obese or from being an alcoholic. I said, "Come on doc. Let's guess which one I am." He said that the funny thing is that if he wasn't looking at me that my test results wouldn't have pointed to someone of my weight. That I'm either really fucking lucky or have ridiculously good genes. Apparently though fatty liver disease can cause complications such as cirrhosis of the liver, and that one of the most sure fire ways to combat fatty liver disease is gastric bypass surgery. I laughed. I said let's not get ahead of ourselves, I haven't really considered that type of surgery (or any type for that matter). The doc said, "I have. For everyone who comes in here severly overweight. It can be a real help. You've been really lucky so far."
Sort of makes you think.
I've been lucky so far.
Shit.
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