The Ministry of Truth (Minitrue)

Resplendent in Newspeak and Doublethink.

I’m not so sparkling after all….

Let’s cut to the chase. I’ve been diagnosed with NAFLD. Non-Alcoholic Fatty Liver Disease.

Now, the thing is I’m not really that scared. Trust me, if I had been told I had this, say, three years ago, I’d have had a monumental shit-fit. Back then, you could have removed the “Non” from that title. Now my, shall we say, habits, are vastly different. Returning to the chase, I don’t drink anywhere near as much as I used to. That’s a VERY good thing. I’ve gone from being utterly reckless for about five years to semi-teetotal (like the Veggies, I still “eat fish”). Can’t say I miss the concept of a hangover much these days.

Anyhoo, having had Dr Crippin give me the 3rd degree over my mighty frame, I’m told to rapidly loose some weight and head for an Ultrasound (I may look like seven months gone) ASAP to confirm the state of my Liver. I’m also looking a diabetes in later life, but seeing as most of my family have/had it, I resigned myself to this conclusion some time ago. Along with rapid hair loss. Thanks Gramps.

I did some research last night about NAFLD and, having sorted said wheat from the substantial chaff, I discover that to rapidly loose the weight would be a CATASTROPHIC thing to do, more likely to make it worse, not better (hence why he’s know to me as Dr Crippin. A justified non-de-plume I think you’ll agree). Instead, gradual weight loss is strongly advised, along with some studies into the use of Vitamin E as an antioxidant to help break down some of the polysaturated fats currently taking shelter in my liver like pikey’s who’ve pitched up in some buggers front garden.

Strangly, this all came about from some blood tests I had about two weeks ago when I saw the quack over some rather uncomfortable thumps around my heart. About one pint and one ECG later, the ticker’s tickety-boo and my cholesterol’s 4.4 (this almost gave Shipman a cardiac arrest upon reading this out to me. Hah!)

So, finally my Duodenal Ulcer has a playmate to give me shit every now and then. Chuffin’ marvellous.


July 9, 2010 - Posted by | Life

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