- “brain fog (noun) : the state of having fog in your brain that prevents clarity of thought or expression; pertaining to neurological and/or cognitive processes..” submitted by DeLinda Fink, North Carolina 1/31/200
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Merriam Webster Goes Viral
Merriam Webster added new words to its 2012 dictionary, such
as earworm (“a song or melody that keeps repeating in one's mind”),
sexting (“the sending of sexually explicit messages or images by cell phone”),
and f-bomb (“a lighthearted and printable euphemism”).
After viewing the list, I looked up one of the most common
maladies that those with hepatitis C complain of—brain fog. Although not official, it was listed on Merriam
Webster’s slang submission webpage, sandwiched between brain fart and brain freeze.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Games Medical Students Play
In previous posts, I showed you what hepatologists play and
last week I showed you what is happening in the liver transplant surgeons’
break room. Not to be outdone, the medical students play Pictionary. It helps
with all that anatomy they have to learn. Anyone want to take a guess at this
picture?
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| Anyone want to take a guess at this picture? |
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Saturday, September 8, 2012
50 Shades of Jaundice
This year, my book Free from Hepatitis C was released. It has been doing well, but I think it would
have done better if it had a catchier title. Here are some I wish I had thought
of:
- 50 Shades of Jaundice
- The Joy of Sex before a Liver Transplant
- When You Are Expecting a Liver
- The Great Gall Bladder
- Moby Bile
- Brave New Liver
- The Gall of the Wild
- The Adventures of Hepatic Finn
- For Whom the Gall Tolls
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Happy Liver Day
For a few years, I have been hoping that Liver Day would
catch on. Labor Day sounds so arduous, hardly a day of rest and relaxation.
Perhaps Liver Day doesn’t sound like much of an improvement, but imagine a day
set aside to honor the liver. We can all wear yellow, which is very happy,
sunny color. We can still spend the day with family members – it gives a completely
new meaning to the concept of regeneration—instead of our liver regenerating
(which it does on its own), we can spend time with the older and younger
generations. We can serve hamburgers shaped like livers (sorry, but if liver and
onions are served it will cause more regurgitation than regeneration). No
alcohol of course. Perhaps lemonade or ginger ale since they are yellow. Any
other ideas?
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Old Man Liver
Last week I completely discredited myself with a tasteless
rendition of Porky and Bile, so since I seem to be on a roll, I thought I’d
take one of my favorite show tunes, and completely destroy it and any shred of
credibility I have with the the hepatitis C community.
Old Man Liver (apologies to Oscar Hammerstein)
Old man liver,
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
He makes that bile,
He makes those hormones,
And when he’s tired
and soon forgotten,
That old man liver,
He just keeps growing again.
Big old liver keeps fighting that booze.
He stores, he sweats, he strains,
Body all aching, and racked with pain.
Make that bile
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
He makes that bile,
He makes those hormones,
And when he’s tired
and soon forgotten,
That old man liver,
He just keeps growing again.
Big old liver keeps fighting that booze.
He stores, he sweats, he strains,
Body all aching, and racked with pain.
Make that bile
Tote that hep C
Don’t get drunk
or you land in hospice
Old man liver,
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
I am just glad that Paul Robeson can’t read this from the grave…
Don’t get drunk
or you land in hospice
Old man liver,
That old man liver,
He must know something,
But don't say nothing,
He just keeps growing
He keeps on growing again.
I am just glad that Paul Robeson can’t read this from the grave…
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