I don't know if I've mentioned it before but....
In November I went to get my regular prescription renewed.
Nurse - Ah Mr Q of Life you've not had a blood test for years and at YOUR AGE we like to do it. Can you make an appointment.....
Me thinking - Oh GOD do I have to? really I'm fine
but of course I did.
I then got THE LETTER to make an appointment with my doctor. I don't actually have a doctor you see someone different everytime. Still I made an appointment.
Apparently my Liver Function test was very high.
The Doc - how much do you drink?
Me - uhm a bottle of wine a month probably. When I go on holiday it might be a pint or two a night but I never go over the recommended limit.
The Doc - well have another test in 3 months. And don't drink.
Well I can live without drinking so I did. Had the test and got the letter! This time I had a phone appointment. It was still very high but had gone down a lit so keep up the good work and have another test in 3 months.
So no alcohol. I could have murdered a pint of bitter or bitter shandy one day in the new forest but good little boy that I was I didn't. I had the next test and got the letter! And I had another phone appointment.
She was puzzled it hadn't gone down, I assured that alcohol had not touched my lips. So she made me an appointment with the ultra sound. She told me my liver seemed to be working fine doing what it should but she wanted to know why it was working so hard. All sarky comments that some part of me has to is expected.
So yesterday at 14:35 I was laying on a table with my shirt up and someone running a glorified mouse with gel on it over me. Oh no it wasn't one of the attractive young ladies walking around the place I got a bloke.
Doc lay on your back.
Lay on your left.
lay on your back
lay on your right - do you get pains their? My blood pressure may have gone at this point!
Lay on your - well you get the drill
So apparently I have a cyst on my kidney but that's nothing to worry about, I have a fatty liver but not abnormally (translation - lose weight) this can confuse the test a bit, and he then showed me my gall bladder. Apparently I had either some grit or other debris in it or some small gall stones. That to might be confusing the test. But he couldn't find anything significant and he would send a report to my GP.
So I await the latest installment of what my doc wants to do with me. I imagine alcohol will still be off the menu.
And before anyone asks no this hasn't been praying on my mind. I hate going there because of the memories around Mum. Hey ho