More truth in the joke than I expected
Yesterday, when I posted this, it was entirely as a joke; I did have a physical Tuesday, but hadn’t heard from the doctor yet, and didn’t expect anything of note.
So I was wrong.
Got a call yesterday evening that my liver enzymes are all out of whack. Which is scary enough, but they were concerned enough to say that if I was a drinker, I needed to stop. As it happens, I haven’t had a drink in weeks, but that was not the call I was expecting.
So I’ll go get another blood draw. My family seems to have a genetic disposition toward Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease, particularly it’s most unpleasant variation, Non-Alcoholic Steatohepatitis (which, left untreated can lead to cirrhosis).
When I called the doctor back, my numbers aren’t nearly as bad as I’d feared, but this is another really awesome part of a really awesome year.
