Out of the blue, my liver enzymes spiked last month. I had been on a new medication from another specialist. It’s the only thing that is new to my body, so our best guess is that my liver is fighting because the medication didn’t agree with me.
Dr. E raised my Prograf, much to my dismay.
My liver enzymes started lowering toward normal, but as of Monday, my numbers started heading up again.
I’m just waiting to hear from my transplant coordinator to tell me what the plan is. I’m fearing another liver biopsy as they don’t put me to sleep for them, I have a panic attack on the table, and I find the actual procedure very painful. Recovery is hard, but I wouldn’t mind it as much if I had a good procedure experience. Instead, it is a hugely stressful experience on me, and no one will listen when I try to tell them their meds don’t work… I had so many biopsies as a child and I was always under general anesthesia. Now as an adult, they just give me Versed to make me calm but trust me, I’m not calm. Anything but. I think they probably see my name on the schedule and fight over who gets to cut on me. Like if anyone lost a bet, they’d be the surgeon who gets to do my biopsy. If they don’t want to make me comfortable, they can get to deal with my anxiety.
News at eleven!