Error..

Friday, my doctor’s office called me and told me one blood test the doc had ordered to check for a reason for my continued calf pain had come back very elevated and the doc wanted it repeated to check for possible lab error. I made the mistake of googling "elevated aldolase levels". I’ll save you the suspense: there is not one damn thing good about high aldolase levels. 

I had the test redrawn over my lunch hour and spent the next weekend in a state of high anxiety. I am sure I induced more symptoms including the pins-and needles sensations in my arms and hands and starting my monthly cycle five days early. Of course, I am also a bit worried about something going on in my lower abdomen due to pain and swelling and digestive issues. At my yearly, the sono tech noted a thicker-than-usual endometrium, a couple of fibroids, and some free fluid.  I will see the gyn to talk about further investigation and possible solutions. "Are you done having babies?" the NP asked sagely as I turned to leave.

Aye, i thought. Though now there won’t be the possibility anymore. Ever. Not that end of fertility surprise oops. Not that I want that. I don’t! But..

I found obsessing over roman shades and art for the new kitchen helped. But then I felt like I "needed" to get stuff done, ordered, finalized. I ended up ordering a charcoal and cream toile roman shade for the kitchen window. I like that the print is an unfussy fishing village scene and I think it will look grand against the dark orange and nice behind the industrial-ish pendant lights. The artwork is a photo of a cheese shop window in Amsterdam. De Kaaskamer. The Cheeseroom. Frank so loves to wax poetic about Dutch cheese …bemoan our sad American lack..

As soon as I had both ordered  I panicked mildly, not knowing how I’d distract myself from my ailments, real and imagined. I googled myself into another drymouthed panic. "Please, will you put down the computer?" Frank cajoled sweetly. I smiled and stroked the side of his beard. "No, " I said gently.

No one from the office called today. I busied myself washing all the linens in the house and potential-shopping for my eldest son and his girlfriend. They are desperate to move into their own place and they have..nothing. I promised I’d do what I could to help them set up house. I bought them some corelle dishes and I’ll see about some silverware at Bergner’s tomorrow. They want couches and can openers and a new bed. But my son can’t find a steady job. He works when he can under the table with a friend’s dad doing odd jobs but, a typical ADHD-er, cannot fathom WHY he can’t get a job. Never mind he’s been fired or let go from his last 4 "legitimate" jobs. Never mind he has no references. Oi. Painful to be his mother. I truly adore him and just want to shake him at the same time. His girlfriend has been and continues to be incredibly patient. I’d never have stuck with someone like him. I am very glad she has. She’s so good for him.

Pinterest is another great mind suck. That and the kitchen reno. Countertops are in. Though one edge was not measured or cut correctly and now the butcher block topped cart won’t fit flush against it, grrr! Not sure how, but it will be repaired. Minor irritation compared to other things.

At least the sheets are clean and I can head for bed without battling cereal bar crumbs to read my book club selection and try hard not to have nightmares.

I’ve determined it’s gotta be lab error.

Definitely.