12%

Last night, I came home and pretty much went strait to bed. Remember how my HIDA scan was the most painful thing ever? Intestines being ripped out and set on fire? Well, there was a reason for that- my doctor's office called yesterday (on the doctor's day off!) to inform me that I only had 12% function in my gallbladder. Apparently, that is Very Bad. When I asked what was going to happen next, the nurse told me that I would be sent to a surgeon for consult.... in two and a half weeks. Which makes me wonder how Very Bad this is, if the consult can wait two weeks and the potential surgery can wait however long after that. I wish they'd given me some more answers, like what I should be doing in the meantime. Should I change my diet even more? Is my liver going to suddenly fail when nothing can get through the bile ducts? Will my gallbladder EXPLODE? I know I am being morose and whiny and dramatic, but I'm not a doctor so I don't know what is going to happen. And that is scary for me. And it is kind of sad that when an animal has a medical problem, there is a doctor and a full staff that will explain and give clear instructions and tell people what to expect and watch for in their pets. And with people, I think the instructions are less clear, more "just trust me and let me get on to the next case," and overall just trusting that if people are confused, they can go on the Internet and figure it out themselves. And I will do my own research, but I wish there was more human contact involved.

And again, I know I am being whiny and unreasonable, but that's how I'm feeling at the moment. All of this was exacerbated by the fact that when I called my family, who asked to be updated on what was going on, their reactions varied from insane to.... insane. When I vented my nervousness about recovery time, having to take off work and potentially being faced with a large co-payment and the financial ramifications, I was lectured about how I was stupid for worrying, and overly stubborn because I refuse to NOT worry about it. Literally yelled at for this! I mean, these are things that have to be planned for, right? I mean, when I am sick, life has to carry on- bill must be payed, work hours must be covered, cats must be cared for, fiance has to be cared for; whether certain family members realize it or not, I have a lot of responsibilities, and they have to be covered.

Because apparently, I have no support network. At least not in the shoulder to cry on department.