Dr. Liver became rather angry when I told him about the prescription renewal run-around I got last week. He intends to talk to the head of the clerical staff about it (they're the ones who made the public relations FUBAR). I definitely like my doc.
My bleeding time is way up, and that's increased my MELD. I'll have to get the official score from Big City Hospital in a couple of days, but the UNOS Calculator claims I'm a 19. If true, this is very good news. It puts me in the top pool with 17 other candidates.
| Liver: | 425 |
| Liver Status 7 (Inactive): | 47 |
| Liver MELD / PELD <10: | 228 |
| Liver MELD / PELD 11-18: | 133 |
| Liver MELD / PELD 19-24: | 16 |
| Liver MELD / PELD 25+: | 1 |
Only three of these seventeen are my blood type, so I may suddenly be well placed again. We'll see in a few days how it goes.
Tomorrow I have an MRI scan scheduled for first thing in the morning. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it goes quickly. I'm not claustrophobic or anything, but I still find the MRI scan to be an unpleasant experience. It's a pity the machine is so freaking loud, because it would help to have music piped in.
Then Wednesday it's back to the grind again. I had a short but serious discussion with Dr. Liver about disability. I'm beginning to think it might be time. I was thinking that even before I got my bloodwork back today. I'm becoming exhausted only an hour or two into the day. I work with some rather large animals, and I also work around some rather dangerous equipment. I don't trust my judgement any more in these conditions. There's still things I could do, but they wouldn't merit a full time job. I'll take a few days to decide for sure, but I think I know what my final decision is going to be.
Meanwhile, the weekend was very good. I slept in, ran some errands with The Socialist, and read. The Socialist and I took a nice long Sunday drive, and I discovered how dangerously close I was to an artsy-fartsy little town that I love to window shop in. Meanwhile, my morning glories are growing like weeds, which is exactly how the local farmers regard them. I'll have to take a picture of them as they look now, so I can compare it to later when they've covered the fencing with blooms.