Who knew that there is a liver specialist? Well, there is, and I got a call from the rheumatologist this morning that he'd like me to go to one of those because my specialist count isn't high enough on my workups. My liver counts have been up since right before surgery--who knows, probably gallstones or elevated alkaline phosphatase from bone issues. The last go-round of this was when my daughter was a year old and I got everything ranging from full set of bone x-rays (whole body) to bone scan to every lab test known to man (or actually, woman). And we found--nothing. Except some increased bone uptake/stress fractures.
I think I'll ask the rheumatologist if he wants to sign me up for Medical Mystery because they generally have a good outcome and get to the bottom of things in thirty minutes.
I'm not really concerned right now, just annoyed, thinking sheesh, another costly round of elusive something-seems-to-be-wrong-but-isn't, but best to be sure I guess. I've already ridden this test-go-round ten years ago--my bone problems can lead to elevated results and it could be something as gallbladder. My doctor does not think my pain meds are high enough to cause problems, but I'm going to see about the pain management injections anyway so I can ease off the medicines and give my liver more of a break. I hope I was not too vehement with, "I don't drink!" because I really don't, though suddenly I would like a glass of wine with dinner now that I really shouldn't.
The other rheumatologist would have just ignored this. The other rheumatologist did just ignore this, come to think of it.