"The time has come," the Walrus said,

"To talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

The Walrus and The Carpenter, Lewis Carroll

Well, the time has come to blog again and this blog is about mono. Yes, that's right, give me your best "kissing disease" jokes now. Let it be stated for the record that, as far as we know, Mike is mono-free. I, on the other hand, am mono-licious. I've been super thankful that I seem to be able to mostly function in daily life, just at a decreased level, versus having that variety I've heard all about since accumulating this disease where you can't get out of bed and crawl everywhere.

But don't get me wrong: this is not something you want to try out for kicks. In the past 2 weeks I've had 2 blood tests, 2 throat swabs, been on antibiotics for an ear infection, my liver and spleen are enlarged and I was on high-dose prednisone for that, tomorrow I go for an ultrasound of my liver and spleen and they've already written me up a requisition to get more bloodwork done next Friday. Have I ever mentioned that I can't stand doctors and anything involving needles usually reduces me to tears?

So as it stands now, my abdomin is swollen and super tender again due to my enlarged liver and spleen. When I went in to get the latest bloodwork back today I waited an hour-and-a-half to hear some nut-job say, "Wow, your liver's a mess", me: "Yeah, thanks.", Dr. Nut-Job: "Yeah, it's in pretty rough shape." I phoned Heather and told her this and she had a good laugh because she says it makes me sound like I'm an alcoholic.

And there lies the tale of my mono experience thus far. I'm so very thankful that it's not worse and I hope this ends soon, but in the meantime, Mike and I are getting a lot of DVD's watching in. If anyone can perform miracles of a healing fashion in the form of snapping their fingers or twitching their nose, please contact me immediately.