“Eat your liver, Boogum, or the Liver Man will rip the flesh from your bones,” my mother sang lovingly.
“Pfah!” I countered. “The Liver Man? Such a preposterous notion!”
“But it’s good for you, Boogum-snookums,” she lied through gritted teeth. “And you shall not feed again lest you finish this meal.”
My mother was many things - wretched hag, unparalleled liar, terrible cook - but even then, at age three, I knew she’d never back down from a liver-fight.
“Then you shall enjoy the sight of a malnourished Boogum,” I mumbled begrudgingly.
My mother crossed her arms sternly. “Indubitably,” she said.
The liver sat on the kitchen table for a week, the once healthy brown-blackish complexion soon turning a repugnant shade of green. When I picked at it with my fork, there came about frequent gaseous outbursts of which left me quite nauseous.
I was fairly hungry at this point, having eaten naught but the cockroaches scuttling under my bed, yet my mother wouldn’t budge.
“Frankly I don’t see what all the fuss is about,” she said. “You devour the other flesh-like dishes like a ravenous animal.”
“It is unbecoming for a toddler of my stature, mother,” I complained, “to snack upon such a filthy organ.”
“It’s the body’s waste-disposal,” I snarled. “And I shan’t pollute my taste buds with such foulness.”
“Very well,” my mother muttered darkly. “Then prepare to face the Liver Man.”
I didn’t sleep that night. I suppose my ever-growling stomach played its part, but more than that I suspect my mothers words had festered in my mind, the preternatural prospect of a Liver Man suddenly something that felt like truth.
The Liver Man Cometh.
The whispering was almost inaudible, but the phantom chant rang all too clear in my ears.
The Liver Man Cometh.
Hiding under my covers, I heard the discordant creak of my bedroom door opening ever so slowly. Then came the moaning. Soft at first, like a caterpillar frolicking in an open wound, then louder, like a leech suckling on a dangling eyeball.
“Who goes there?” I queried. “Friend or foe?”
My covers were suddenly forcibly removed, and I let out a frenzied shriek as I found myself staring into the bloodshot peepers of the Liver Man himself.
“Please,” the Liver Man croaked. “Please, help me.”
He was on his knees by my crib, his naked sallow skin glistening in the darkness. I hadn’t yet mastered the art of counting, but through teary eyes I noticed countless gangrenous gashes, several limbs missing, and a mu... keep reading on reddit ➡
I don't post here very often, but I do lurk and read a lot of the posts here - and I felt like sharing where I'm up to and hopefully help other people who are quitting drinking.
I didn't stop until it was way too late - I broke my liver and spent more than a year trying to manage it with a special diet, and lots of medication.
12 weeks ago, I got the bad news. My liver was failing, and giving up very quickly. I'd been on the 'active list' for a transplant for only about 6 weeks, so my chances of getting a new liver were very slim.
My doctor said "make the most of this Christmas with your children..." - and suggested that I would be unlikely to make it to my next birthday in February.
I was dying. and I could feel it happening. I was basically bed-ridden. I gave up hope. I very nearly gave in to my thoughts that said "fuck it - if I'm dying, then I'm going to die drunk."
But I didn't give in. It was difficult, but I stayed the course.
7 weeks ago, I got a call from my doctor - get to the hospital right now and be prepared to stay here for a month or so... we've got a donor liver here and we've bumped you up the list.
So off I went - a 3.5 hour drive in the middle of the night to the hospital, and I was in surgery about 4 hours after I arrived.
I got a new liver (for which I am extremely grateful) - but I can tell you that for three weeks in hospital, I experienced the worst pain I've ever had.
Post-surgical complications (which are fairly normal for such a massive operation) meant that I had to have drainage tubes put into my abdomen and chest cavity to drain fluid out.
A number of those tubes were inserted while I was awake, and without anaesthetic, because my new liver wasn't behaving properly and they didn't want to give me anything that needed to be metabolised in the liver.
It was a very, very unpleasant experience.
If you're reading this and having trouble stopping drinking, please learn from the mistakes that I made.
I left it too long to admit I had a problem.
I kept it a secret from my family and friends.
I left it too long to get medical assistance that could have saved my old liver.
I left it too long because I was just wanted to keep drinking. I couldn't stop.
It took my life being in serious jeopardy to get me to stop.
But I did, and I lived with the pain of a failing liver for a year, and then went through the torturous process of having a transplant.
I won't drink with you today... nor will I ever.
I've been give... keep reading on reddit ➡
she left them to rot. i side with morty to purge her. if anything rick has more reason to purge her.
Ok so i wasn't expecting this news until the age of 40 or so. I am 28 right now.
The pandemic had been a bit too chill for me. I had been living alone, i have been picking up consulting and freelance jobs. I played alot of games (witcher 3, sleeping dogs, GTA V) , read lots of books, watched lots of tv shows. And I drank maybe 4 or 5 times times a week only at nights . Either two litres of strong beer or 350ml of strong liquor.
I mean i was definitely a controlled alcoholic. Been drinking from the age of 20 to 28 and i always woke up fresh. Till my friend came from out of town and we had a three day binge drinking sessions from morning to night. On the fourth day I woke up puking my guts out from morning to night. On an empty stomach I kept retching and spewing bile that cauterized my esophagus. This was November 15th
So i decided to not drink a few days. I didn't think it would become permanent. That day, my fingers and legs and abdomen swelled up. Called to get a blood test done and the doctor had to try 10 times to draw blood because my arms were so swollen that my veins were unreachable. He finally got it.
I got the report back on 17th November. Severe Liver Damage. My Liver Profile Looked like this:
My cholesterol had hit borderline and my weight had gone from 66 kilos to 88 kilos since my liver stopped breaking down fat.
Doctor told me I have to stop taking even a sip if i want to avoid permanent damage, disability, or even death. The surprising part is, this felt like a weight lifted off my shoulders. This time I knew I had to quit and the chore of having to drink daily disappeared. I have not drank since. My recent liver profile test had shown improved results (in the 100s range so long way to go) and I will never ever drink again.
And Im 28. I fucked up. And I want none of you to do what I did. You do not need to wait for a doctor with a near deathly messed up liver to quit. I am in pain and healing. Your body is not invincible even when young. This Should not have happened to me at 28.
Guys, I will not drink with you today. I never want to drink with you. And I want you guys to promise me to not wait for a doctor to tell you about how precious life is.
Why liver make me splotchy? Anyone else get this? Been on carnivore couple weeks now, and last week I ate grain fed liver few, got rash-like, hives-like splotches on neck, chest, and face for an hour or two following consumption. Assumed It must have been the quality of the liver. Ordered desiccated grass fed beef organs (which include liver) from ancestral supplements. Notice I’ll get the splotches again after consumption. Why is this? Will it go away? Thanks!
'The bad news is that I have buyers for all of them...' He said with a smile as he laid out the surgical tools.
you can fucking do it.
so go ahead. peace.
The past 48 hours of my life have been my worst nightmare. I’m a 23 year old woman at the cusp of finally finishing her bachelor degree (all I have left is my thesis). I have struggled most of my life with depression and anxiety. But I have been making big moves in therapy the past few weeks.
A few days before Christmas of 2018 my mother (51) was diagnosed with a rare form of breast cancer. The battle had been long and hard, but we thought she had finally beaten it and gone into remission. Three weeks ago my mother suddenly experienced intense pain all over her body. After two days my sister and I urged her to go to her doctor. The dutch medical system is kind of known for being quite insensitive and her doctor sent her home without any pain medication. Mind you at this point my mother could not even go to the bathroom without assistance due to the pain.
Livid, I submitted a formal complaint to her doctor and hospital. A few blood test, x-rays and scans later our worst fear was confirmed.
Stage four cancer, it had spread to her liver, lungs and bones. I screamed. To be exact, I keened. My mother is my life. She single handedly raised my sister and I without the help of her family, without being able to speak the language. All throughout my childhood she worked two jobs to support us and provide us the best life she could.
And now that we can stand on our own two feet and she can take it easy, this?
I am constantly between wanting to comfort her and make some great memories, and wanting to just cry and scream my lungs out.
I have no idea how to cope with this fear and sadness.
Dear people, hug your loved ones. Hold them close and tight. They might not be around as long as you think they will be.
Edit: Dear people of Reddit, I am overwhelmed by all the support and replies. Cancer is a horrible disease and I grieve that it has touched so many lives. I'm sorry so many of you had to feel this fear, hurt and pain. Though I do not have time to reply to all of your lovely messages, I swear that I have read all of them and take the advice to heart. The messages and support have reinvigorated me to face the next chapter of my life. Stay safe out there all of you!
My wife and I just found out that she has liver cancer, and it’s already spread to her lungs and ovaries. Anywhere from 3 - 11 months. Already selling everything i own. Giving her the money fir her medical expenses. I can’t tell her, so I had to tell you. I’m sorry.
Edit: I didn’t come here for your worthless/useless karma and award. The thought of how much money was spent to buy coin to send these is disgusting
I made this decision, and I needed to get this off my chest. I did it.
For the kind few that felt the need to insult me however bluntly, passively, politely, I honestly don’t care. I’ve already made this decision, do you really think I’ll be hurt by your insults? THATS FUCKING RETARDED, and y’all really need to rethink your priorities.
Thank you and fuck you.
Currently almost 2 weeks sober for the first time in 8 years and I want to share my story. Hoping to scare someone straight.
For 14 days, I had a CHS (cannabinoid hypermesis syndrome) episode in which I had to be hospitalized 3 times for several days.
It started a few days before Christmas - I woke up vomiting uncontrollably and it did not stop for the next 14 days. Every hour was absolute hell. Water, juice, applesauce, nothing stayed down. Aside from the vomiting, my entire body was shaking constantly and my abdominal pain was excruciating. The dehydration and vomiting exhausted my body to the point where I could not stand up on my own, and had a hard time sitting up to vomit.
I had to be carried to the bathroom - not that I was going often. I went over 24 hours without urinating, and when I did, it was very difficult to do so (not to mention brown).
My first and second hospital stays were exhausting and scary. My area is in lockdown due to COVID, so I was not permitted visitors and had to wear a mask between puking. The smell of my breath inside my mask made me puke more. The hospital is out of beds, so I spent the 5 nights total sitting up in a wheelchair. Alone. My back has not recovered from that.
I was discharged 2x each time after several days and told they had no idea what was wrong with me. All they could do was give me an IV and try every anti-nausea medication under the sun - to no avail.
My only relief during this ordeal was the couple hours of restless sleep I could manage after being sedated. No medication will help you with CHS.
During my last stay I was told my liver had started to fail as a result of my sickness. It was only at this point it was suggested to me that I might have CHS, and the episode has to run its course. There is no treatment. All they could do was treat my liver and give me fluids to keep me alive.
After another 3 days in the hospital I was discharged. The episode had stopped just as suddenly as it came on.
However, I lost 13 pounds and as a recovering anorexic already underweight, this has greatly effected me. My hair, nails, and skin are still recovering. I am still suffering from acid reflux so strong I can hardly eat - not that my appetite has really come back.
CHS can happen to anyone, at any time, no matter how long you’ve been smoking. There were a few times during this ordeal I wasn’t sure if I would recover, and that alone was enough for me to throw everything away and quit cold turkey.
If... keep reading on reddit ➡
Hi. My name is Jaclyn and I'm 37 years old. I'm also proudly 6 and a half years sober. I've been reflecting quite a bit on my journey lately and I thought I'd share a bit of my story with you in hopes of perhaps inspiring or motivating at least one person to stop drinking or get help. This story is about 10 mins long, just so you know (I'm aware that attention spans run thin these days so I wanted to let you know before you commit lol). I also just posted my transformation picture in my profile so you can go check it out before you read if you like so you can see what a huge difference my sobriety has made.
I started drinking at 13 years old. I was by no means an alcoholic back then but that's when I got my first taste. I got good grades in high school and college. I partied on weekends but wasn't out of control. When I was 23, I moved from Ontario to British Columbia with my boyfriend. That's when the partying got out of control. Freedom from my parents, right? By the time I hit my late twenties I had sadly become COMPLETELY dependent on alcohol. Like, 'carry bottles of booze in my purse at all times' kind of dependent. Or, 'pour out half a bottle of Powerade and fill the rest with vodka to drink throughout my work shift' kind of dependent. I'd take shots of Fireball Whiskey in the mornings to get rid of my shakes before work, then just keep drinking all day and then obviously into the night. Every. Single. Day. No breaks. No exaggeration. I was ill. I started noticing pain in my liver but decided to ignore it. I was too young in my eyes to have done any serious damage. I also obviously didn't want to hear that I was sick... or worse, be told that I had to stop drinking. No way in hell. I was in complete denial. Well, the pain kept getting worse. I couldn't sleep without taking shots until I passed out. I didn't want to take them, trust me. I would cry about it. Not only because of my pain, but the sadness and shame about what I had become. And then, it got worse. My stomach started to protrude. It was very bizarre. It was rock hard and looked like I had become about 5 months pregnant in a span of a couple weeks. My eyes were jaundiced. I had already lost my period a few months back. My urine was an orangey-brown colour. And it became painful to actually walk. That's when I decided to go to the walk-in clinic. The doctor looked at my stomach, and without even doing a single test told me it was my liver and stressed that I needed to go straight to the... keep reading on reddit ➡
Hi everyone, just want to vent here if that's okay.
A little over a month ago, my older brother went to the emergency room after work because a persistent sore on his right leg became too painful to bear. He was transferred from the emergency room to a major hospital where he would have his leg amputated. Shortly after the procedure, everything went downhill.
My brother was addicted to heroin 20+ years ago, and caught Hepatitis C due to using intravenously. He hasn't touched heroin since, but in the last decade or so, he started drinking regularly. Hep C combined with drinking damaged his liver, so the otherwise-straightforward amputation became life-threatening.
After some time in and out of ICU, he was ultimately transferred to "comfort care," where my mom, his wife, and I were at least allowed to visit. We watched my strong and good looking older brother wither away and lose dozens of pounds over the course of days. His skin and eyes turned a deep yellow, sores showed up all over his body, and his stomach inflated making it hard for him to breath. Towards the end he was confused and could barely utter a word.
One of the last moments I have with him is my mom and I attempting to clear his lungs/throat by sitting him up patting him on the back. He couldn't hold his head upright by this point, so it drooped in a way where the blood flowing out of his mouth and nose got all over our hands. We couldn't clear his airway anyway. Shortly after, the death rattle began. A couple hours later he was gone. That was Monday.
I can't believe my brother lived through heroin addiction and homelessness, only to die from liver failure exacerbated by heavy alcohol use. Two years ago I would have drank until I was able to sleep at night, pushing myself closer to the same fate. Instead, I'm sitting here listening to old voicemails he left me, reading texts we sent each other, and wondering how I can help my mom and his 12 year old daughter deal with the grief that I can't deal with myself.
Fuck you, alcohol, for taking my brother from me. IWNDT
Edit: I really appreciate the support, everyone. Every single comment means a lot. When I was typing this in the middle of the night, I was almost writing a diary entry because I hadn’t actually spoken about what happened with anyone. It felt good to just get my thoughts out somewhere. I didn’t expect this level of camaraderie, so thank you all for taking the time to comment. I’m sorry I can’t respond to each of you, but plea... keep reading on reddit ➡
Hi this is a remake/repost of a somewhat old post I did, this time I added more livers and was a little bit careful to mention that this doesn't mean every liver is a master at english and all that, first I put the people that is or was doing english streams with duolingo or other methods to learn english.
Learning english streams:
Momo Azuchi (She is using Pokemon as a way to learn english)
Himawari Honma (She did it a while ago)
Interacts with english viewers:
¡Count pretty much every liver that has or will post in the subreddit at this point!
Every liver from Nijisanji ID and IN counts too
Be mindful that not everyone or none from this section is fluent on english and if you want to ask or interact something I strongly recommend you to wait for the right moment, don't just throw your comment in the midde of some conversation, also remember to use very simple english with most of the livers, it will help a lot to understand you faster and better than using too much words.
Nui Sociere (If there's enough overseas fans she can speak like a full hour or more like how it happened in the stream from the clip I linked)
Mononobe Alice (talks a lot with english viewers in her music streams)
Suzuki Masaru He recently integrated a bot that translates him in this reading stream, he also noticed the latest Nijisanji english offcial clip were he is in
Sister Claire She speaks some english in her more relaxing stream and she uploaded this with full english texts
Sara Hoshikawa she does read english comments and is very active in her translated videos, she's very fluent too!keep reading on reddit ➡
Went to the local Wegman's today to get some meat. The goal was to get liver, but of course, I just couldn't do it. Instead I picked up a small roll of liverwurst, and some pack of duck pork liver mousse to try. Haven't tried them yet, still working up the nerve. (Don't judge)
Thing is, even if I do end up liking them, are those good enough nutrition wise? I assume they aren't as good as just whole, unprocessed liver, but it must count for something, right? Assuming the goal is to try carnivore, are those legitimate methods for eating liver? Or is that more of a "dirty" method?
This is an extreme noobie question I know. I'm gradually transitioning myself to carnivore from keto (after cheating during the holidays) to see how I like it. I'm hoping even if I don't stick with carnivore, I'll have at least conquered the obstacle of organ meat. Small, unrelated victory, I made a sardine pate today, and didn't hate it. Great, because sardines are cheap as hell.
If you guys have not already tried chicken liver I highly recommend at least trying it once. I tried beef liver before, didn't mind it but it wasn't amazing. I put chicken livers on a pan set the heat to low and moved everything around a little bit for 5-10 mins and it came out perfect! 😛😛
I can’t believe it but i’m so relieved. My story:
I was diagnosed with POTS 2 years ago after doing a tilt table test (which left me bed-bound to recover for days). At my worst, i couldn’t move my head without passing out from an insane nervous system response with sweating, nausea, vomiting, flushing, dizziness, vision/hearing loss.. you name it. I lost 20+ pounds and became incredibly underweight from the stress and overactive nervous system. Ended up burned out at 20 years old.
I was put on a beta blocker (metoprolol, 50mg extended release once a day) which made me functional again but i was still not feeling completely normal and had frequent syncope attacks and still suffered from insomnia most days.
I did everything recommended to me. Exercise (cardio & lifting weights), tried a keto diet, paleo, bought compression clothing, avoided heat, avoided big meals, drank more water, went on SSRI, went on Benzos, started CBT, learned all kinds of relaxation techniques.
Did it help? Definitely. However, i was still not able to function normally without a beta blocker, occasional benzo & a lot of rest.
I started doing some research myself and came across stories on copper IUD. I read all kinds of stories where women completely lost themselves after getting the IUD put in. Mental issues, physical issues (migraines, hair loss, dizziness etc).
Kept reading and saw some stuff about copper toxicity which is related to estrogen overload.
Something clicked for me and i decided to try and stop my birth control & take good care of my liver (liver eliminates estrogen).
Not long after this i felt a ton better. I can’t describe how big of a difference it was but it was huge.
Now after reading more about it, it does make sense. I think all this copper stuff sounds weird as hell but in my experience it does work out. Copper (estrogen) converts Dopamine into Noradrenaline & Adrenaline (its a cofactor for the enzyme that converts Dopamine into Nor(adrenaline). So high copper/estrogen = more Dopamine turns into Noradrenaline/Adrenaline = POTS symptoms... Aka sympathetic hyperactivity. Thats why beta blockers work so well.. They block the catecholamines/the sympathetic activity.
On that note, Estrogen also increases Histamine levels aka MCAS.
Hope someone gets something out of this. Just wanted to share as its worth trying in my opinion. I feel a lot better these days and im not on medication anymore. I still avoid caffeine & alcohol, i... keep reading on reddit ➡
I consistently feel depressed, tired, and withdrawn after eating canned cod liver. I always eat the whole can, so perhaps half a can would be better? I’ve kept eating them because, well, they weren’t cheap, I have a bunch of them, and I’m trying to get that D. Also, I wasn’t really sure the feeling was from the cod liver but now I’m absolutely sure.
I eat sardines like every day and feel awesome after eating them. Same with beef liver and chicken liver. Energized and amazing feeling. cod liver is so much the opposite.
Anyone else experience the same thing?