I was getting ready for breakfast when I remembered that I couldn't eat breakfast today because of the blood tests I had scheduled in the afternoon. Damn. I hate to miss breakfast. It's my favorite meal and often the best part of my day. There are a lot of liabilities to being your own boss, but one of the perks is being able to eat a big, hearty breakfast while everyone else is fighting traffic on Central Expressway.
My regular doctor wanted to go over the results of the Endoscopy I had in late January. He wants me to give up drinking entirely. I certainly don't drink that much, but I do enjoy a glass of wine or two with dinner and the occasional Martini or Scotch. Giving up alcohol entirely is going to be even harder for me than the day I had to give up eating bacon. Life is stressful these days and a glass of wine can be very relaxing.
So, what's so terrible about a glass of good wine with dinner? Ordinarily, nothing at all. I have Hepatitis C however, and both my regular doctor and my hepatologist tell me that some people have no tolerance for alcohol whatsoever if they also have the virus. Just my luck. I was really hoping to avoid the peginterferon and ribavirin combo because of the bad side effects. My first hepatologist told me that my viral load was increasing so slowly that I would most likely outlive any damage to my liver from the disease. Now, I'm not so sure. Even though I drink in moderation, I apparently have the esophagus of an alcoholic. That's what all the blood tests were about today. They want to see which is worse: the disease or the cure.
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