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I Think The Bugger Got Me!

I Think The Bugger Got Me!

What bugger am I talk about? You might have heard a few things about it. Here’s a picture of it. Seen something like that before? Yeah, you have. It’s that damn COVID-19 bug! Mother fucker got me bad! Wait, you say? You said you think it got you. You don’t know? It’s not confirmed, but I am 99.9% sure it was COVID. I’ll tell you why I think so and why I didn’t get it confirmed. First of all I…

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Never Forget

Never Forget

This is just a short post to remember this day 19 years ago. I looked back over my blog and saw that I have never posted about 9/11 and I think I have been remiss. Some people want to forget it ever happened. I am not one of those people. I will never forget, and I don’t think anyone should. This is not a political post. It’s a post to remember that horrific day and to honor the heroes that…

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I Love Mark Zuckerberg! (and that other guy too.)

I Love Mark Zuckerberg! (and that other guy too.)

Why do I love Mark Zuckerber and that other guy, I think his name is Eduardo Something? Because they invented Facebook. You might have heard about it. It’s a place where we can show people what we are eating. It’s a place where we can post selfies of our duck face. It’s a place where we can fight about our political views. It’s a place we can spend hours and hours on and get absolutely nothing done. It’s the social…

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Things Not Groin The Way I Hoped

Things Not Groin The Way I Hoped

That’s not a typo in the title. You’ll see in a minute. A couple of posts ago I wrote an update to my ongoing liver problems. I talked about how I had a new nurse practitioner that went to bat for me with my liver doctor to get the ball rolling on a living liver transplant. If you look in the comments below that post you’ll see that I got good news about how my doctor waived my MELD score…

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Just A Sliver Of A Liver Post

Just A Sliver Of A Liver Post

This is not much of a post. It’s been a bit since I whined about my medical problems so I thought I would give y’all a small update. I’ve been languishing in an oxymoronic purgatory, waiting to get worse so I can get better. I had to make another change in medical professionals treating me. I am still seeing the same liver doctor but I changed to a different nurse practitioner. The NP does most of the hands on interaction…

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Just A Small Update

Just A Small Update

I’m back! Did you miss me? I’ve been MIA for a while but this time it wasn’t my fault. I swear! Back in March I suffered a detached retina in my right eye. This is not my first rodeo with that particular condition, as several years ago the same thing happened in my left eye. This time the tear in the retina wasn’t quite as bad as the last time so the doctor wanted to try an in office procedure…

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Even Hannibal Lecter Wouldn’t Eat My Liver

Even Hannibal Lecter Wouldn’t Eat My Liver

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…

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The Hardest Break Up I’ve Ever Had!

The Hardest Break Up I’ve Ever Had!

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…

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These Doctors Are Jamaican Me Crazy!

These Doctors Are Jamaican Me Crazy!

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…

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Good And Bad News

Good And Bad News

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…

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