Sounds like something out of a Dracula movie. On Tuesday, I went in for the Earl
Schieb $99.95 standard core needle biopsy and discovered that my blood is stuck on stupid. After abstaining from Coumadin blood thinner for a week, my INR had only sunk down to 1.5. The cuttoff for this is 1.3 so I opted to go back yesterday afternoon and do the transjugular version.

While the doctor said it’s much safer, I have to wonder how stuffing a soda pop straw all the way from the neck to the liver and sticking in something that looks like my TR-6 speedometer cable with a needle on the end of it is somehow advisable. In the interest of killing this bug, I’d probably do even more.

After waking up, they made me stay for another three hours. Cupcake and I arrived home about 2000 hrs local PDT. This morning, I had to get up early for a radio show on SVR with the Hadit.com crew. About 1.1 seconds after I woke, my neck informed me about the recent medical procedure.

How many of you remember Jolt Cola? I believe it came out in the early 80s. I had a girlfriend that could (and did) chung an ice-cold one every morning when she got up before even starting the coffee. That’s the 120 volt jolt my body delivered when I awoke. I can safely say I’m going to be turning my whole body around when someone asks me a question today. To add insult, they suggest I not eat anything to kill the pain so that it won’t mask any symptoms of liver leakage.

I will agree with the doctor that this may be safer under my circumstances, but the hole in the side wasn’t this obnoxious back in 2007.

I had occasion to talk to a fellow hepper named Diane Cauchi who had the identical same procedure several weeks ago. This was the first I had heard of it. I bemoaned the fact that they weren’t offering it to me. I got my wish. I feel like Lurch from the Addams Family with an electrode sticking out of my neck.