So, I spent my entire morning pretending not to stress out, but hovering around the phone waiting for the doctor to call. This is no way to live! Ken and I had plans to go shooting with our friend, Julia. She had purchased a new shotgun and wanted to test it. Given that she had a shotgun, we thought it would be best to go to the BLM land rather than the Gun Club so we could set up cans and milk jugs and blow them up.
Because I had been sitting on pins and needles, I was going to stay home and sit near the phone since my doctor never leaves information on voicemail, and I had no desire to get a call with no info. Ken suggested that I send a message to my gynecologist (I know, gross stuff, but this is an important man in my life right now). I have been upset because as much as I love the care that I get at the VA, I am stuck with Dr. Blee who doesn't really listen to me. I'm pretty sure it's the fact that he's older, therefore women are not as smart as men, as well as the fact that he is hard of hearing. At any rate, him not listening to me about all of the different medications that I have taken over the last year was not sitting well. Ken was being "selfish" and wanted me to go shooting with him,
I sent the message to Dr. Eby (anyone in the Loma Linda area who uses the medical center and needs a GYN should request him!!!!). As a side story - I spent the last two years in extreme pain. I would double-over and black out almost every month, and it was getting worse. Some doctors told me the pain was in my head and one doctor actually said that she thought I was faking it to get attention. Turns out, that there's a major problem with my uterus which was found by Dr. Eby, and now I'm working with him to schedule a partial hysterectomy in July. The Lupron shot has been great - pain or monthly visitor, but the hot flashes suck from the chemical menopause.
OK, so I also call my father-in-law who works in a path lab in Buffalo. He said that the high levels are mostly likely from all the Tylenol and Advil that I took for the last year (remember me talking about the severe pain?), and not to lose sleep over it. He, being my father-IN-LAW was concerned that Dr. Blee was running tests for Hepatitis, HIV and other disturbing tests, so I had to reassure him that all of those tests came back NEGATIVE during my three pregnancies, so if anything's happened in the last year (because last year's test was totally normal), then we should sit down and talk to Ken. I was laughing, but he was uncomfortable with the entire conversation since um, sex was involved. Hahahahahaha!
I decided to go with Ken and Julia to blow shit up. I agreed that it would be the best antidote for stress. We had almost gotten to our spot when I got a call from Dr. Eby. (Remember, he's the BEST!)
Dr. Eby had received my email and left Loma Linda University Hospital, and went to the VA in order to look at my test results. By the way, here's what I have been dealing with:
Because I had been sitting on pins and needles, I was going to stay home and sit near the phone since my doctor never leaves information on voicemail, and I had no desire to get a call with no info. Ken suggested that I send a message to my gynecologist (I know, gross stuff, but this is an important man in my life right now). I have been upset because as much as I love the care that I get at the VA, I am stuck with Dr. Blee who doesn't really listen to me. I'm pretty sure it's the fact that he's older, therefore women are not as smart as men, as well as the fact that he is hard of hearing. At any rate, him not listening to me about all of the different medications that I have taken over the last year was not sitting well. Ken was being "selfish" and wanted me to go shooting with him,
I sent the message to Dr. Eby (anyone in the Loma Linda area who uses the medical center and needs a GYN should request him!!!!). As a side story - I spent the last two years in extreme pain. I would double-over and black out almost every month, and it was getting worse. Some doctors told me the pain was in my head and one doctor actually said that she thought I was faking it to get attention. Turns out, that there's a major problem with my uterus which was found by Dr. Eby, and now I'm working with him to schedule a partial hysterectomy in July. The Lupron shot has been great - pain or monthly visitor, but the hot flashes suck from the chemical menopause.
OK, so I also call my father-in-law who works in a path lab in Buffalo. He said that the high levels are mostly likely from all the Tylenol and Advil that I took for the last year (remember me talking about the severe pain?), and not to lose sleep over it. He, being my father-IN-LAW was concerned that Dr. Blee was running tests for Hepatitis, HIV and other disturbing tests, so I had to reassure him that all of those tests came back NEGATIVE during my three pregnancies, so if anything's happened in the last year (because last year's test was totally normal), then we should sit down and talk to Ken. I was laughing, but he was uncomfortable with the entire conversation since um, sex was involved. Hahahahahaha!
I decided to go with Ken and Julia to blow shit up. I agreed that it would be the best antidote for stress. We had almost gotten to our spot when I got a call from Dr. Eby. (Remember, he's the BEST!)
Dr. Eby had received my email and left Loma Linda University Hospital, and went to the VA in order to look at my test results. By the way, here's what I have been dealing with:
Alkaline Phosphatase: 178 Norm: 38-126
ALC 56 Norm: 9-52
AST 37 Norm: 14-36
Dr. Eby makes a joke about how Dr. Blee was stressing me out, and it is probably for nothing. He said that the other tests couldn't hurt because it would be good for the VA to have those negative reports in my permanent file, but given some answers I gave him about pain behind my ribs after eating, etc., he was going to order an ultrasound to check my gall bladder. He told me not to stress out because he would think that the high liver panel had more to do with my consumption of Tylenol rather than anything else, but he would feel better knowing if there was a gall stone involved which would cause the numbers to do that.
Ahhhhhhhhh! Taking a deep breath now!
He laughed and asked if I felt better, and I couldn't say YES fast enough. He knows that I don't want something to stop my surgery in July (we're trying to get my problem out of my body before the shot wears off), and he knows that there's nothing to really worry about, but he just wants to be sure.
So, with my new found relaxing going on, Ken, Julia and I proceed to set up some innocent milk jugs full of water and soda cans, and we blow them up! It was awesome! Ken and I took almost every pistol we had, and Julia used her pretty new shotgun. My .357 was just as powerful when it came to watching the jugs blow up!
The Rockstar can drove us insane! We spent 30 minutes working to get it knocked off the tree. After a while, we were shooting it, but it already had holes in it, so the bullets were going through the holes. I almost knocked it off, but it took a shotgun blast to get it off the tree.
Once we were done, we sat back and looked at the aftermath of our fun time. It took a while to clean up (we had to pick up all the brass & hulls for Ken's reloading) as well as the destroyed objects, but it was great fun. Ken had found a piece of metal sheeting, so it was awesome for us to shoot at it and hear the "plink"! We did most of our shooting at 25 - 30 yards, and we all turned into little kids seeing the water explode and hearing "plink."
Ken and I spent the rest of the night cleaning. Ugh! I love my .357 stainless 6" revolver, but getting the powder residue off that thing is a BITCH! I spent 2 1/2 hours working on it, and I still didn't have all of the lead out of the cylinders.
After we finally got done (Ken did clean 4 pistols to my 2, but I had the revolver!), we went to grab a bite to eat sans kids. When we got home, we enjoyed a cigar on the back porch with a fire since the weather is still cold for April.
It's nice not to be so stressed out!! I'm going to head down to the VA tomorrow for the ultrasound so I can see if that confirms my problem or rules out one more thing.
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