Lab values in crazy pants land

Lab values in crazy pants land

               Friday morning I woke up without an alarm clock at 5:30 in the morning. I finished listening to  The Fault in Our Stars and thought about my own tumor surgery. Listening to an audio book makes me miss paperbacks. The tangible feeling in your hands. The sound of turning one page at a time is so much better than a hundred pages turning to fast because you hit the wrong computer land do-whatsy. It felt better to cry over Hazel losing Augustus than crying over losing Allan. I have cried in every stupid place imaginable. A friend took me to Bass Pro Shop and a horror movie, and I was the dork crying sitting on a parked party boat.
               I rode the bus all the way from Sandston Va to Chesterfield Va to the hospital that kept me for four days, even though my husband doesn't believe I was sick. I cried in the the business office while asking to get copies of my hospital stay, because in my current situation, I need a lawyer.
               The lab work, concrete in black and white hasn't made me feel any better. My first blood pressure was 188/105. Stroke range and the doctor didn't care enough to call my husband, she didn't call a medical doctor either. I was in crazy pants land. My blood was taken, my GGT was 244 when it was supposed to be 5-55, my ALK Phos was 159 (45-117 normal range). I thought I was drunk as hell from the rum and tequila earlier in the night, but I was negative for alcohol and all drugs. The doctor didn't call for those lab values either. Instead she sat me down with a stern face and said I need to tell the truth for real now. I have been called a liar a lot in all of this. These lab values showed I had been a bad alcoholic for years and I had to own up to it to get the help I needed. The Doctor said in thirty years of treating alcoholics these were the worst GGT numbers she had ever seen. It took days for my husband to finally tell a nurse that I hardly ever drank. When my husband finally called the doctor (he didn't move out until 10/6/14, my hospital stay was 9/15-9/18/14) he told her about my erratic behavior and asked could these lab values have caused it. She said absolutely not. Nail in coffin, marriage over. I miss having the tumors. That pain was a million times easier than this.