Doc called me at 7:45 this morning to give me the results of my bloodwork (once my heart stopped racing). When the phone rings that early in the morning I usually fear the worst; people know better than to call me at that time. My alarm doesn't even go off during the week until 8:00. That's an awful feeling, isn't it? My parents are 69 and 70 with two open heart surgeries under their belts apiece, I have a great aunt and uncle in their mid to late 80's, 18 and 19 year-old nephews who drive cars, etc. I pick up the phone wondering who died or is in the hospital.
Fortunately, the news was relatively good. My white blood cell count was up which he said was to be expected with an infection currently residing in my colon, and my liver enzymes were up as well but not much. In fact, he said that if I hadn't mentioned having a liver problem in the past he wouldn't have thought twice about it, so it is nothing to be concerned about. I'll just have it checked again in 6 months to keep an eye on the slimy fella. Until then, as the t-shirt says, "the liver is evil and must be punished."
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