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Sunday afternoon after dealing with a massive headache all week my wife Jennifer took me to Los Angele’s Kaiser Sunset Urgent Care. After running the normal blood tests a horrified nurse came in and said that my liver functions were very abnormal and that they needed to take me to get a cat scan of my liver and brain. They told me that this might be serious and that they were going to call in a consul. Long story short the doctors found that my liver was failing and that the functions were over 100 times the amount that they should be. Never in my life have I had a feeling that I would not leave a hospital. I couldn’t help but think that out of all that I have done and gone through my end might be in this hospital because of liver failure. They were also concerned about a brain tumor as well, and figured that they should get that checked out as well.

I was finally admitted to my room fifteen hours after arriving I was going to be prodded, tested, scanned, and grilled to figure out why my liver is on strike, my hormone levels were uneven, and I had a splitting headache and brown urine. Not to give away the ending, but as always I make a miraculous recovery, stun the doctors, and still not a clear idea of what exactly is wrong with me. I will go more into this in my faith articles. This one is about what pulled me through.

Having a splitting headache I was taken to have an MRI of my brain. If you have ever need to have an MRI of the brain make sure that you are loaded up before they put you in that thing. Unfortunately this machine was available now, but no doctor to put me under, so I had to suck it up. I have a better description of the MRI that may be added latter. For now, just image thousands of pounds of copper and magnets whirl around your head with intermittent bangs against the side. You are encased in a tube with a plastic shield covering your face. You try to control your breathing, but the breath heats up the small space where you need to be. After thirty minutes I was ready to crack. The an image came into my had. It was a photo taken a few years ago of my now wife, standing with her Jen pose and tourist grin. I smiled. I tried not to laugh. I can see her in the goofy pictures that we take. In this hell of misery I found my self lost in her smiles, pouts, sticking her tounge out at me, shaking her but and exposing her arm pits in the ultimate act of defiance, “mister, mister.”

When it ended, I kind of wanted it to last a little longer.