Well here we are 3 weeks and a few days on from treatments end and to be frank all is well, very well indeed. Apart from a little trouble sleeping leaving me a touch short of the required rest I’m almost back to normal. By normal I mean like a footballer [as in the mans game not rugby for nancies] just back from a long term injury, I’m fit but need a little time to get back to match fitness.

Apart from that busy catching up on some stuff, inevitable really after a period of less than optimal performance. Then of course we have the wait for the first viral test results, which I had yesterday. The liver function test showed my ALT at 68 [range 0-40 but true normal about 25], which is not far off my average on treatment, I’m taking that as no indication. Its not good news but not bad either.

Now as I made clear in earlier posts I couldn’t care less about the results, my job was to complete treatment whilst taking 100% of my meds and that I did. However, dear reader, I must confess that was a complete and total lie. Really if truth be told I’m only interested in “winning”, 2nd place [or as I prefer "first of the losers"] isn’t a target I’m interested in…at all.

So it seems that with the odds stacked against me, and pretty heavily at that, all I’m doing is awaiting the inevitable failure, the crushing, painful, soul searing defeat of a relapse and the return of the virus.

So what to do….brace yourself ready for the first wave of despondency, pick yourself off the floor [because it will knock you down], brush yourself off, bite down hard on the mouthguard and get back into the fight. Now keep this to yourself, at least from my wife, but I’m almost looking forward to relapse. After I have come to terms with the crushing blow [maybe 30 seconds, 45 tops] I’ll enjoy getting back into the fight, feeling the adrenaline surging again…..rage is a wonderful and very underrated emotion.

Back to more important matters I have new teeth. The old ones just weren’t up to scratch particularly from the angle of a Dr deciding who gets the spare liver if transplant day ever arrives. You see I have a theory that all other things being equal the person with the best teeth gets the prize, and if biggest equals best then that liver is already mine.

The teeth were another lesson in communicating with medical people, you have to be crystal clear. I said ‘Hollywood smile”, he said “no problem”, the thing is I was thinking Brad Pitt, he was thinking Jim Carey in The Mask.

Another surprise since finishing treatment has been a big increase in the thickness of my hair, always flat and lank on treatment but now big and bouncy, almost bouffant like. It also seems to be changing colour, it looks in all honesty like its been dyed especially when contrasted with the grey showing on my unshaven chin.

So lets put that all together and confess my deepest darkest fear, after all this is a blog I should be able to talk about such things. The big teeth, the bouffant hair, the unshaven chin……well, you can tell by the way I use my walk I’m slowly turning in to Barry Gibb, Barry Fcuking Gibb!

I’ll cope dear friends, I’ll cope [but only just].

So what’s a man look like 3 weeks after treatment, here is your usual pic [taken just yesterday].

Your inspiration for this week….

No one has ever drowned in sweat.
~ Lou Holtz

Keep the faith, kill the virus.

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