Today I would like to talk about the liver. Specifically, mine. It’s an amazing organ with more regenerative abilities than a certain Time Lord. It can survive pretty much anything.
That is, of course, until it doesn’t…Some of you already know that, three years ago, I was in intensive care. I was extremely poorly, had lost the ability to even walk, and I might have died. Have a photo of how sick I was:
In intensive care, sad that I was having to miss Doctor Who, but grateful that my husband was allowed to visit me.
In comparison, have a photo from my trip to Sweden with my husband in October:
It turns out that I didn’t have the cirrhosis that I was diagnosed (wrongly) with. But I did have serious liver damage that could have taken my life if I’d not decided to go to hospital that night. Two ultrasounds have shown a regenerated and healthy liver, but not everybody is so lucky. I realised that I needed medical help before it became too late – but I did cut it a bit fine.
I have my annual lecture with my gastroenteroligist in March. He won’t like the fact that I went a bit wild over the festive season, but he also knows that I’m a sensible person and that my husband and I both look out for signs that my liver is under stress. I’m not going to take my liver’s repair for granted – ever! I like a tipple, but will stop if I see any visible proof that my liver needs me to stop, and so far I’ve not seen or felt any.
But really, people: take care of your liver. I didn’t know what I was doing to me, and I’m one of the lucky ones. Don’t be the stubborn one who can’t be helped, Please.