It started out as some grandiose plan to “document my treatment”. I thought it would be a good way for people coming along after me to see what hepatitis C treatment with Viekira Pak might be like. It would have a purpose. It would discuss weighty matters, matters of substance. I would be wise without being arrogant. Intelligent without being a know-it-all.
Excuse me while I have a little chuckle.
If I only documented treatment, you’d have three weeks worth of “Oh my God I’m YELLOW!”, “I’m so tired I can’t move my legs!” and “Help me I’m anaemic and can’t walk up a hill!”. That’d be followed by five months of “Feeling okay”, “Blood test results are looking good”, “UNDETECTED” and “Things have settled into a daily routine”.
So let’s look at what I’ve actually written about:
- Vivid Sydney
- Trying not to pee on the floor while doing a urine test
- Radio interviews
- Taking my dog for a walk
- Joseph Campbell’s Monomyth
- My job
- The weather
- Collecting horse manure
- Sufjan Stevens
- Invisible friends
- Buckaroo Banzai
- Roast Lamb
- My cat
- Mothers Day
- My medicine cabinet
Hunh. Looks a little lightweight when you put it like that, doesn’t it.
Where is the cutting edge discussion? Where is the blow by blow description of treatment? Where is the wisdom, the gravitas? Let’s face it, as a hepatitis blogger, I suck.
But you have to admit (if indeed you do read this blog and don’t just skim it for the pictures) it’s been a fun ride. Face it, you’d miss me if I wasn’t here.
Go on, admit it.
All two of you.