| jecorary | adj | 1684 -1684 |
|---|---|---|
| of or relating to the liver | ||
| The alcoholic's refusal to seek treatment caused him no end of jecorary trouble. | ||
Back in the early 1990s I had a little bit of a drinking problem. I'd start out my day with vodka and wind it down that night with whatever I could get my hands on that contained alcohol. At the time I thought it made me a more awesome person, but all it was doing was killing me - literally. While it wasn't yet affecting my liver, it was worsening my acid reflux. This is bad because I have something called Barrett's esophagus, which according to the Mayo Clinic is defined as:
Barrett's esophagus is a condition in which the cells of your lower esophagus become damaged, usually from repeated exposure to stomach acid. The damage causes changes to the color and composition of the esophagus cells.There is neither treatment nor cure for this. Pretty much all they can do is monitor my acid reflux and scope my esophagus every couple of years to check for precancerous cells. For the past couple of years since my last scope, I've been self-treating my acid reflux. In a couple of weeks, my doctor plans to scope me to see how that's going. And because I'm now 40, I get the joy of having the other end scoped, too. Yay, for Demerol!
Originally I was looking for a different quote from "Yes, Dear" (one of my favorite sitcoms) to insert here, but A.D.D. kicked in. If you think about it, in a twisted way it's still kind of relevant. In case I'm the only one snickering at the unintentional pun, Jerry Van Dyke is too hysterical not to giggle at, so either way hopefully it gave you cause for chuckling.
