Dig a hole; then fill it up

Prior to January of last year, I had known somewhere in this ball of twine that is my brain, that I would be in need of a replacement liver. A fact that gave me a nut-shot in the summer of 2004 while visiting family in Florida, leaving my life focused on either being sick or waiting to be sick.

That all changed one relatively benign afternoon with a phone call to my desk. Since then I have been in a constant state of recovery, dealing with the fact that I am a 36 year old former track sprinter who used to be able to propel himself at speeds generally reserved for cars; one that is now out of shape and over weight and for whatever reason can’t seem to get rid of the tire, and stay on a bike regularly enough to be able to ride the 5 miles to work and home without being exhausted at the end of the trip.

I have no muscle mass any more, and my energy level is about as consistent as the flight path of a Bat. Some days I am raring to go and do so, all day. Other days I will get home and pass out in my chair before and after dinner. Sometimes the stretches last for weeks, sometimes they last for days before flip-flopping. It’s very discouraging and frustrating.

This is where I am. In a sort of physical limbo. I feel good. Other than my INR levels coming back all wonky lately, everything is a-ok, so I really can’t complain. the liver is serving me well, and I am, all things considered; quite healthy. This winter is going to be a brutal one though, I can tell. I’m not talking about the weather either.

If I don’t find a way to get past this obstacle, I’m going to wind up looking like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters……

As a side note… someone really needs to stop letting theior kids build the movie sites…. check the Flash for the Ghostbusters site, I think it’s as old as the movie.