It's been a crappy few days. It started out with my day off on Friday morning. I fasted and got to the doctor office when they opened at 8am for my blood draw. I had also been told that this office is walk in- no appointment needed for the blood draw and the mammogram, I also needed. The mammo tech doesn't get in until 9:30. Oh, ok, so just come back at 9:30? Yes. Went and did some shopping and went back at 9:20 to check in. Was told 3 people already had appointments, so they couldn't see me until 11:30. Oh good grief! So, you do take appointments then? Yes. Oh good grief! The first lady that checked me in at 8am couldn't have looked at told me there were already 3 scheduled? So, I made an appointment for it in two weeks.
At 4pm I get a call from my ARNP. She wants to talk about my blood work. She had recommended, due to being a baby boomer age group, that I be tested for Hep C, because as far as I know I had never been tested for it. Apparently I tested "reactive" for it. So, I need to come back in for another blood test for it. What in the world?! I really don't know a whole lot about it, but the most common ways to have gotten it was either through getting blood years ago or IV drug use. I'm a big fat no to both of those. Apparently most people have have had it for decades and not known. From my online research it also appears that about 20-25% of people who caught the virus are able to have their bodies healed it themselves, so they still have the antibody in their blood stream and will show a positive "reaction" with the first blood test, but then not show it in the second type of blood test. So, I guess I basically have about a 75-80% chance that I do have it. Fortunately, they have medicine that cures about 99% of it now, so I guess there is that to be very grateful for. I know my bosses best friend found out several years ago she had it. Eventually she was able to take the new drug when it came out and I believe that took care of it, but she went through a lot of treatment trying to get rid of it before that. She had had a blood transfusion about 30 + years earlier, which is what they think it was from.
So, I go back in this morning for another blood draw. I'm not sure how soon I will hear anything. In the meantime DH is being like WTH?!! how did you get that?!! - like I did it on purpose or something. They were able to get me in for a mammogram this morning, so at least I now have that out of the way.
Thursday late afternoon I had gone out to our property and during the half hour I was there, in the nice warm sunshine, wearing a t-shirt, my arms got attacked by "no see um" bugs. I must have gotten 30 bites on each arm. I got to spend the whole weekend itching like crazy.