Well, I have spent too much time and money ( I even got to hold my breath for one of those new fangled CAT Scan machines) to find out that the root of all my problems is that I am a fat tub of goo.
I could have told him that with just one cursory glance in a mirror. **grin**
Truth be told I am suffering from 2 completely unrelated problems that added together make me feel cruddy some days.
The first is that I have a fatty liver. No big deal yet, but left unattended it could cause cirrhosis later in life.
Cure? Lose weight you tub of goo.
The second is called Gilbert's Disease, which I find ironic in that my grandmother's maiden name was Gilbert. This condition is benign and the worst that can really happen is I turn orange from time to time. What it does is cause my liver (see a pattern here?) to not process bilirubin like it should. Again, no big deal.
Cure? None. It's genetic and you just have to live with it.
So, now that I know I am not going to be making my journey towards room temperature any time soon I am going to do my dead level best to get more time in on this little bit of blather. Sorry I bowed out for so long.