All the blood tests, ultrasounds and catscans lead to this week.
On Thursday, I have a liver biopsy. My GI says there is definitely an immune disorder.
Possibly hepatitis - brought by a faltering immune system.
Or Lupus. The faltering immune system queen. They have been trying to pin that label on me for years.
Or cancer. IMHP the least likely, but still a possibility.

All that isn't even the worse part of my week.

Sunday, I had to stop taking my pain pills. They could cause a bleeding risk during the procedure.
I'm not feeling too good is a serious understatement.
Rand and I traded vehicles for the week. I don't think driving a stick is doable currently. Or getting my legs in the Jeep to start with.

Welcome to Animal House!
Saturday, my last day on my good meds, I knew I had to get some stuff done and sleep well that night.
I awoke with a migraine with lots of vomiting to make it interesting.
A bit later in the morning, I was awakened by the noise new upstairs neighbors moving in. The moving noise I could have lived with. The yelling, cursing, and hacking up and spitting from the deck above my patio - pushed me too far.
I stepped out the front door and informed two young ladies the screaming and cursing had to stop. They said they weren't the ones moving in, the boys were. "Oh goody." I replied, and went inside. A bit later I then got heralded by lots of of yelling conversation about the f***ing b***h downstairs.
The puking was slowing down I got dressed and drove to the office to complain. One of them followed me there. Trying to intimidate me? I got out looked him straight in the eye and went on in. Nobody was in the office. But they don't know that.
I went home and noticed one of their vehicles in a handicap spot. You KNOW I called it in. Lucky me, it was the loudest mouth that got the ticket. Sweet!
The conversation wafting down then included threats toward me, the FB. I was shaking I was so mad. I step out on my patio and yelled for them to Shut UP! It was the Mama Bear in me then. That actually worked.
One of the young men came down, introduced himself and apologized. Really seems to be a nice neighbor, with not the best choice in friends.
The party that night lasted until 4:30am.
At one point they were in the street screaming at the top of their lungs. This quiet little neighborhood has never seen anything like this. Somebody else called the cops this time. They all came running back inside. We could still hear threats hurled in my direction. At one point they discussed my Jeep. At 1:30am Rand put it in the garage.
Cigarettes, garbage, beer, and other garbage were thrown off the deck all night long. Most of what we could not help but hear, was crass, disgusting and way too much information.
One of the partying young ladies was seriously hurt in a drunk driving accident on the way home.
Camper won't go outside anymore.
The ants suddenly covering my patio are inebriated.
I started my week of pain with no sleep and way too much stress for my faltering health already.
I made it six hours at work today. I came home, sipped on a hot green tea, and slept that many more hours.
I now exist in a painful fog.