Did you wear green? I did, the deep, mossy green of a very handsome man's eyes. Please allow me a moment to reflect on that happy thought.
Sigh.
Okay, that's done. Now, onto the celebration of the season: DRINKING.
There's something strangely beautiful in the rejoicing of liver destruction. [I saw a t-shirt this past weekend that read, "The Liver Is Evil. It Must Be Destroyed." Heeheehee!] I feel I ought to be ashamed of such thinking; I do, after all, see many patients from the GI department for whom the liver had bailed. Not happy. Not pretty.
Not going to stop me from getting tipsy tonight, either.
Bad, bad Lisa Marie.
Please understand. I, like vast numbers of people on the planet, am part Irish. And there's an actual Irish pub in town. Okay, it's an actual place that serves Irish whisky and beer and is owned by people from Antrim County. But it's right here in town!! And I have a little cold. I must have toddies of the medicinal/alcoholic sort.
You're judging me again, aren't you?
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I always find beer aggravates a sore throat. Whiskey, on the other hand, is a comfort.
ReplyDeleteThe liver is a muscle; it needs exercise. Go give yours a workout tonight.