Saturday, July 27, 2013

World Hepatitis Day

July 28th is World Hepatitis Day. I wonder what rituals would emerge if this was an official holiday. I can just see it – red, blue, and yellow decorations along with trees festooned with miniature glass livers. People might play liverball and then eat liver and onions. After their big meal, they might watch the movie with the all time greatest liver line, Silence of the Lambs, where Hannibal Lector said that he ate a victim’s liver served with “some fava beans and a nice chianti.”

Feliz Hepitad Everyone 

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Searching for Liver Trees

I saw many trees on my vacation, but not one biliary tree. Here is what I was looking for:
I guess I couldn’t see the liver for the trees.
And speaking of trees, I have been to Braintree but never to Livertree. 

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Hepatitis C Greeting Cards

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I think we need special greeting cards for hepatitis C patients, and I have some ideas.
Cards for people who are on hepatitis C treatment, or are about to start:
  • “Wishing you luck on your hepatitis C treatment. May you avoid all side effects, except the weight loss one.”
  • “Don't worry about losing your hair. Once you've lost your eyesight, you won't notice.”
  • “There is a bright side to hepatitis C, but I can't remember what it is.”
  • “Look at the positive side of hepatitis C treatment—now you will be able to blame everything on the medications.”
  • “Has hepatitis C left you feeling blue? That is better than being yellow.”
  • “Is your liver down in the dumps? Hope you get well soon.”

A Christmas card for someone with hepatitis C: “Hope Santa brings you a shiny new liver for Christmas."
A New Year’s card for someone with hepatitis C: “Auld Liver Syne”
Attention Hallmark: You saw it here first. 

Saturday, July 6, 2013

True Story to Amuse the Liver

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The following medical humor is not related to hepatitis C or the liver, but hope it makes you feel better.
A new, young MD doing his residency in OB was quite embarrassed performing female pelvic exams. To cover his embarrassment he had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly.
The middle aged lady upon whom he was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassed him. He looked up from his work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?"
She replied, "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was 'I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener."—Physician won't admit his name