[cancer] Bad liver, good life

I love this cartoon Plunderpuss did of me arguing with my liver.

Jay arguing with his liver (c) 2010 Plunderpuss

That’s what I’ll look like when I’m an old man yelling at kids to get off my lawn.

Long, strange dreams last night amid some actual sleep. I was touring Australia, Land of the Slow, with James Gurney and a documentary film maker. We all had room temperature IQs in my dream.

Still not nearly on balance here. Post-op recovery has been intensely complicated by a very slow, very rough GI restart. So slow and rough that we almost went into the Emergency Room yesterday afternoon.

That distress is overwhelming other issues such as actual post-op pain, and significantly retarding my progress.

There was some advancement last night, thanks to Heroic Measures, but I still feel pretty damned awful. We shall see what the day brings. Once I can think straight and bck off a bit the pain pills, I’ll catch up to both surgery blogging and New Zealand/Australia blogging.

2 thoughts on “[cancer] Bad liver, good life

  1. Sän says:

    It sounds like your body is a car that’s been sitting in a garage for a few years, and now you’re trying to start it but it’s all, “There are mice living in me!”

    Good luck. I’ll cross my fingers for NO need for the emergency room.

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