Back in the Saddle Again.

Not an easy day. I was at my desk at 6:30, and left shortly before six this evening. This pace I won’t be able to keep up. The hourly employees are putting in long days though, trying to keep up with a sudden huge demand our company has encountered due to the acquisition of several very large accounts. It’s a good time to be employed by the company, if you’re hourly and don’t mind putting in the overtime. Salaried people (especially those who need to be there during the hourly’s shifts) get screwed to hell though.

I did a fair amount of catch-up and clean-up, made my hello rounds, tried to find out everything that changed during my absence, and was exhausted by about ten o’clock. Fortunately, I have an excuse to go in late tomorrow – another appointment with the personal trainer, as per doctor’s orders. I get to sleep in a few extra hours, and I’m going to need them.

I found a nice section in my pathology book at work that gives scads more information about my condition that I’d been able to find previously. One is tempted to say it gives more information than I think I really needed to know, but I had to read it thoroughly through to the end. At least I now know why the Big City Hospital wants me to get that upper GI scope. I just hope they don’t find any of the dire things that the book describes are possible. I’ve managed to schedule it for Friday morning. It will be under anaesthesia, so I won’t be able to go to work. What a pity. At least I’m getting a chance to ease into things.

To answer Ed’s question from yesterday about living donor transplants, when they remove the right lobes from the doner, they’re removing about 60% of the donor’s liver. Believe it or not, the remaining 40% of the doner’s liver will start growing as soon as that part is removed, and in about two to three weeks the remaining liver will be as big as the original liver was! The liver is, by the way, the only organ capable of doing such a thing. The donor lacks only a gall bladder at the end of things (the gall bladder is removed entirely, and the recipient won’t have one either). Knowing this eases some of my doubts about living donor transplants, but I’m still not sure it’s the way I want to go.

There’s more to write, but I’m simply too tired. This sick chick is off to bed.

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