Oh dear! Once again my never-ending health drama rears it’s ugly little head and, quite possibly, bites me on the ass. I have large amounts of white blood cells spilling into my uh, urine. I refuse to say pee in a serious medical discussion, in spite of the fact that this “serious medical discussion” will no doubt quickly dissolve into non-medical nonsense. But, please let me hold onto my illusion of Very Important Stuff for perhaps another paragraph.
So, white blood cells in the urine are normal if one has an infection; white blood cells are not normal if one is sans infection. It can mean any number of highly unpleasant things, suffice it to say it does not bode well. For instance, it could mean that my wayward immune system has now decided that my kidneys are something it should attack. Damn you, kidneys, take that! My immune system is such an idiot. You turn your back on it for just a second and the little bastard runs off to destroy a few vital organs. The things I go through, I swear! [roll eyes heavenward with much, not mock, chagrin]
Anyway, I’m miffed to say the least. But what you ask (or I’ll pretend you did) does this have to do with Gerard Butler? Not much actually but I really wanted to post a picture of him on my blog. And also, the only thing that could possibly save the day is if Gerry, his divine self, decided to marry me. Yes, being married to Gerry might just make potential kidney failure seem like a minor nuisance. It’s all about perspective, people!
If I was Mrs. Sexy Bastard Butler I could just gaze in utter undiluted rapture at my beloved while vital organs failed left and right (for all I would care). Just let the eyes be the last thing to go is all I would ask.
OK, so leave it to me to turn a medical drama post into a post about a hot guy but then what else would you expect from yours truly. And anyway I really needed an excuse to post a picture of Gerry and I, personally, applaud my stealthy back-door approach. And, no back-door jokes, please, have a little respect. Only I am allowed to mock me ...but abject pity (and cake!) are always welcome, of course.
Also, I am way, way behind on my Deadwood blogging. Once again, gainful employment impinges on my fun.