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Gall, hopefully the last of it.
Well, had my ultrasound and got the bloodwork back today- everything seems to be in normal ranges, and there was nothing visible on the scan. Meanwhile, I'm still having very mild twinges about the liver and pancreas, but that could just be bruising from the ultrasound (seriously- they dig in *hard* with that thing, and it feels like everything's sore the way it would be after being digestively sick for a day).
I'm still a little worried about it all- it's not 'perfectly normal', and it's in a couple spots that are rather srs bsness, so far as I'm concerned. It wasn't bad the way I'd heard such things are, but I don't want it to get to that point. I don't like pain, I fear death, and risking either does not make for a Happy Weirdlet- when things come home to roost that I would rather didn't, I get a bit tetchy. Still- I'll call this a warning shot and try and build up both my awareness and my plot armor by doing good things for my body. I don't like the thought of being obnoxious- but you know? The doctor's there to ask questions of, and bad patients (in the sense of being obnoxious) tend to get better help. So I made note of my concerns, phrased them in a way that I hope was polite because I hate to be alarmist, and sent them through this nifty online system they've got going in my local doctor's office.
Sometimes I think I've crippled myself a bit, trying to be diplomatic- sometimes it works, and sometimes it explodes, and it forever makes me feel either guilty or conversely very unpleasant when I've reached the 'fuckit' point. Need to work on balancing that out.
I'm still a little worried about it all- it's not 'perfectly normal', and it's in a couple spots that are rather srs bsness, so far as I'm concerned. It wasn't bad the way I'd heard such things are, but I don't want it to get to that point. I don't like pain, I fear death, and risking either does not make for a Happy Weirdlet- when things come home to roost that I would rather didn't, I get a bit tetchy. Still- I'll call this a warning shot and try and build up both my awareness and my plot armor by doing good things for my body. I don't like the thought of being obnoxious- but you know? The doctor's there to ask questions of, and bad patients (in the sense of being obnoxious) tend to get better help. So I made note of my concerns, phrased them in a way that I hope was polite because I hate to be alarmist, and sent them through this nifty online system they've got going in my local doctor's office.
Sometimes I think I've crippled myself a bit, trying to be diplomatic- sometimes it works, and sometimes it explodes, and it forever makes me feel either guilty or conversely very unpleasant when I've reached the 'fuckit' point. Need to work on balancing that out.