All the posts related to my liver issue.
What does the year 1920 have to do with this post? That’s when Prohibition started in the United States. My own little prohibition started a bit later. It was a year ago this month that a preliminary test suggested I might have a liver disease. I made the conscious decision to abstain from alcohol until a more thorough diagnosis could be made. If you’ve been following, you know that several months later it was confirmed and I could never drink…
I figured I’d drop a few lines and give you an update on the ongoing saga that is my health. It’s confirmed now. Meine Leber ist kaputt. That’s German for my liver is broken. I’m not sure why I said it in German. I guess I thought it sounded more ominous that way. Most things do sound ominous in German. For example, Ich liebe Welpen. Now doesn’t that sound ominous? Know what it means? I love puppies. See what I’m…
Getting a colonoscopy is easy. Prepping for one, not so much. I spent the day after Christmas doing what I call “studying” for it. The course of study went a little something like this. Wake up the day before the anal invasion and eat…nothing. No solid food whatsoever is allowed. You can drink clear liquids like water, soda, and Gatorade. No red or purple Gatorade though. Of course, red is my favorite and I had a ton of these in…
Just recently went through the hardest break up of my life. This is how it went down: Me: We need to talk. Beer: Uh oh, this doesn’t sound good. Me: There’s no easy way to say this, we can’t see each other anymore. Beer: No! Why not? What have I done? Me: It’s not you, it’s me. Beer: Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Me: No, in this case it literally is me. Beer: What you talkin’ about Willis? Me: If we…
No, my doctors aren’t Jamaican, however, if I could find a Jamaican doctor who could help me, I’d be all for it. Hell, I’d be all for it if they were any nationality (even Canadian), as long as they could tell me what the hell is going on in this blunderland of a body I got going on right now. OK, I know one or two of my handful of readers are Canadian. Don’t flame me! I’m married to a…
The good news is I don’t have Lupus. That bad news is I don’t have Lupus. Uhm, Ari? How is that bad news too, you ask? It’s bad news because nobody seems to know what I have. While I wasn’t actually thrilled with the possibility of Lupus, I had prepared for the confirmation and was at least comforted by the fact that I could start some type of treatment plan for it. So after waiting over a month to see…
So, I guess I’m ready to write about this now. Let’s just get straight to the point. I have a disease but I don’t really know what it is yet. How did I get from disease-free to disease-something in the past six months? Good fucking question. I’ve been asking that a lot. Let’s just go back to how this all started. If you been reading this blog you’ll already know that I don’t go to the doctor a lot because…
Just in case there might be a peep or two wondering where I’ve been, I’m still alive. I’ve been really busy doing that “bringing home the bacon” thing. I’ve spent the majority of this year away from home on a work trip to Florida and it’s taken a big demand on my time. I haven’t even been able to keep up with my favorite blogs. To complicate things even more, the BID D has been putting a soul crushing beat…