Cheerio mate. The wonderful thing about the liver is that it has great regenrative powers and can fully recover from any assaults on it like hapatitis, or, in your case, fatty liver disorder. As long as you behave yourself and keep doing what you've been doing yes you should live a normal life span. That is of course unless you step under a ladder, have a black cat cross your path, break a mirror, or forget to toss spilt salt
Got you beat by ten IQ points mate. The one thing I can say about scoring 168 on an IQ test is that I scored 168 on an IQ test. Yes, you and I are hightly analytical and that can foul up thinking sometimes. As for the change in the liver??--impossible to say for sure. But let's end with a puzzle to should you the problem with being too bright and too analytical---
A man and his son are in a car on a mountain road. This is a real man and a real boy
--father and son
The man loses control of the car and it plunges over the cliff
The EMS arrive and the man is DOA at the scene but the boy is critical
They transport the boy to the nearest hospital. The surgeon on call rushes in, sees the patient, and says, "I can't operate on this boy he's my son."
So explain this to me, and, by the way, a six year old would get it immediately
Can't get you mind off your liver hard as I try. As to that--just drink in moderation, stick to the diet, and that should be all you need.
The point of the story is people like you and I have a really hard time keeping things simple--as would a child.
The surgeon is a woman and the boy's mother, but when you saw the word surgeon you had a vision of a man. It was that picture that blocked you from seeing the obvious explanation.
Like a crystal ball eh, or maybe the Oracle of Delphi, or the soothsayer's telling Caesar to beware the Ides of March. Well with abnormalities we can do that to a certain extent but it's anything but an exact science. I'd be willing, though, to bet all my winnings at Vegas that you'll make it to 70--more like 80+. One last anecdote for you tonight--from Mark Twain--
He had an old friend he hadn't seen in years and he was told she was on her deathbed
He said, "I'll have her up and around in two weeks."
So he went to see her and said, "All you have to do is stop drinking,"
"I don't drink" was her reply
"Then stop smoking"
"I don't smoke"
"Then stop cursing."
"I don't curse"
He threw up his hands and said,
"There was no hope for her. She'd neglected her habits. A few bad habits would have saved her but she was a sinking ship with no ballast to throw overboard."
Sure Mark but would you be so kind as to rate this page and then tell me all about it on a new one using this link