For the last cou­ple of weeks I’ve been busily bat­tling some sort of virus. I’ve had every­thing from sore joints to a chest infec­tion to headaches. It’s been bar­rels of fun, as you can imagine.

Nor­mally when I get sick I’m down for a cou­ple of days at most, then I get back up, shake myself off and keep going. But what­ever I have now was bad enough for me to head to the dreaded doc­tor last Tues­day to get checked out — a rare treat in itself. While I was there I thought: “What the hell, I’ll get them to run a full gamut of tests on my pre­cious bod­ily flu­ids and see what comes up.”

Point of Inter­est: They no longer give out lol­ly­pops when pierc­ing your skin with syringe nee­dles. I feel that this is some­thing that should be looked at in the near future.

It took two days to get my results back (that brings us to today, if you’re keep­ing track). The doc­tor ran me through the results, point­ing out that all the num­bers looked good. They looked good to me too. By good I mean inde­ci­pher­able. Three columns of data. Col­umn A: obscure acronyms, col­umn B: obscure line of num­bers and col­umn C: what I imag­ined was the the­o­ret­i­cal max­i­mum. While perus­ing the list one item caught my eye:

GGT 50 >51

I ques­tioned the doc­tor on this and he assured me that my GGT was fine even though it was board­ing on what I saw was the deadly limit of what­ever GGT was. He was very reas­sur­ing, but wouldn’t elab­o­rate on what GGT meant, only men­tion­ing that it was a con­cern when the patient (i.e. me) drinks excessivly.

Now I like to think I can and do drink a lot. It’s not some­thing I’m espe­cially proud of — I don’t holds parades to inform the gen­eral pub­lic nor do I have it printed on a t-shirt — it’s just  some­thing I do. See­ing that GGT num­ber (and the oth­ers for that mat­ter) hov­er­ing in nom­i­nal range made me happy in a way that no med­ica­tion can. It only rein­forced my ideal that I’m mildly indestructible.

Of course there is still the ques­tion of this mys­tery virus. The doc­tor final sug­ges­tion was that I let the virus run it’s course and that test­ing to deter­mine what it is would just be a waste of time. I can only assume there’s been a rush on agar jelly com­ing in to Xmas or something.

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