The short story: pre-diabetic, BMI 35.5, hypertensive, yada yada yada. I had a long discussion RE: liver enzyme levels, alcoholism and fatty liver disease, my weight, my blood pressure, my health, etc...
He fucking challenged me to go dry for 2 weeks and I accepted only because he was a little prickish about it. "Oh only do that if you can do so safely. You won't get the shakes or anything will you? I only want you to do this if you won't get sick..." IDGAF if I do get the shakes and I'm not going to get anything worse than some mild tremors. I can be quite stubborn.
Absinthe Of Malice wrote:I don't even drink that much and I can quit whenever I like!
and other goddam lies...
OTOH, I don't want to join the ranks of the Departed yet...
No that’s true. And he said he’d let me live my life and do as I please after one “dry” liver function test and ultrasound.
He was such an ass about it that I took the challenge, just to prove him wrong.
Two weeks undrunk ain’t so bad and I get to prove him wrong. I am thinking a rousing “Nyah-Nyah-Nyah-Nyah” should do it although I may bring a flask to his office and guzzle it.
Your BMI is high. Dr. Savage prescribes plenty of booze, but no mixers, other than water or ice. Watch the pounds drop away! And tell that doc to bite your ____
He had been so prickish about it, I had to say something.
I told him I didn't have the shakes, I wasn't tied to a table, I wasn't seeing Ray Milland riding pink elephants....I'll do his test and I won't call him a dick again if he doesn't bust my balls condescendingly again. If we have to keep talking about it, I'll find another doc.
Moses spent 40 days and 40 nights in the desert. I can do 14 standing on my fuckin' head.
But when that time spent in the desert is over, straight to the nearest oasis.
The short story: pre-diabetic, BMI 35.5, hypertensive, yada yada yada. I had a long discussion RE: liver enzyme levels, alcoholism and fatty liver disease, my weight, my blood pressure, my health, etc...
He fucking challenged me to go dry for 2 weeks and I accepted only because he was a little prickish about it. "Oh only do that if you can do so safely. You won't get the shakes or anything will you? I only want you to do this if you won't get sick..." IDGAF if I do get the shakes and I'm not going to get anything worse than some mild tremors. I can be quite stubborn.
Absinthe Of Malice wrote:I don't even drink that much and I can quit whenever I like!
and other goddam lies...
OTOH, I don't want to join the ranks of the Departed yet...
Meh, think of drinking as any other sport. Even Michael Jordan didn't play a whole game straight, he took breaks between quarters, halftime, and even an offseason. Hell, he even took an extended leave of absence to fumble around like earnest p worrell with a baseball bat.
All that being said, take a break if need be, just so you can be refreshed and ready for war upon your return, like MJ wearing the 45.
I know I'll be here, tending the flame at the lighthouse for you...
"They told me to see the glass half full cause some see it as half empty
I chose to see the glass twice the size it needed to be" - Pharoahe Monch, 'Broken Again'
There’s a fair amount of evidence to suggest that choline is one of the nutrients used to treat fatty liver. Eggs are an excellent source of choline if you don’t feel like taking supplements. Bacon is also a good source of choline, although it won’t do your BMI any favors. Cheers to your health, sir.
I appreciate the wishes for better health, all. I was feeling a bit discouraged. Will start choline and vitamin E ASAP, as those both seem to be key to this thing.
Grumpy used to work nights, from 4 pm to 6 am. When he came home, he ate bacon and eggs and toast and bourbon. He is old and still alive. Anecdotal evidence is the best evidence. Also, before work, he ate beef and potatoes and some veggies I made him eat. So there. He is old and never fat.
Also, I was in a coma for 11 days and had IVs and a machine hooked up to me and when I came home I didn't want to eat anything but a buttered english muffin half with mayonnaise, jack cheese,onion,and bacon on top. Grumpy made it for me and I got better. I do believe I drank bourbon also, and I remember I didn't take those eighty-fourteen pills I was supposed to take, even though I still had that damn machine hooked up to me. Do not listen to doctors all the time. Grumpy's childhood family doctor was an obese slob who smoked heavily and probably drank, too.
When it stops being fun you stop.
Other than that, let no fucker tell you how you should spend your time.
We're all going to die, but, you, and only you get to decide what you are going to do with your time.
No one else.
"I never want to go to bed if there are still beers in the fridge, but then I am always hopeful that there are beers left in there when I wake up.". Thirstydrunk.
"We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one." Voltaire
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." Shakespeare.
