Back to the doctor today to get the results of my tests. The good news - my heart and lungs are awesome (that's my interpretation of their medical jargon). My thyroid is a-ok too. Which is good as it's the only thyroid in the house. Wait, do dogs have thyroids? Well it's the only human thyroid in the house.
My liver, not so good. That fucks me off. Apart from a few notable occasions, I've barely touched booze in the last five years. Particularly everyone I know deserves liver disease more than me. But it's not a like a 'your liver is fucked' kind of issues more like 'this showed up abnormal on the tests and it's probably a complication of diabetes so we should kick it to the curb before it becomes a problem' type issue.
Of course, the first thing the doctor suggested was doubling my medication, maybe tripling it. I've been slack as about taking it to be honest. I hate that though. I'd have so much more respect for a doctor that said 'stop with the porking out' than instantly turning to the meds. Still it's goodbye, snack foods. I'll miss those guys.
Anyway, I'm feeling much better today. I even took Gemma-dog for a walk - her first in nearly a week, poor thing. She sniffed the fuck out of the neighbourhood tonight.