Found this lil article in Word dated: 10/26/07.  Never made it to the website, but I believe it speaks for itself as to why:

I’m sorry, I’ve been personally ignoring the hell outta everybody; don’t call, don’t take calls, don’t write, don’t return text messages, etc…  In fact I make it onto the Internet maybe twice a month.

I’m very tired.  Blood pressure at this moment is 81/41 and resting heart rate is 111. 

I have a doctor’s appointment with a specialist to go over my latest lab results.  Personally I’m not feeling very confident.

What was a severe back ache turned out to be a very sick thyroid gland, failing adrenal glands  and the heartrate is a lil under the weather.

The test results revealed I was dangerously low on everything.  For instance: My Vitamin D was at level 4.  I have the lab results and plan on scanning and inserting them into my website for all to see.

Plus another organ was having problems: the spleen.  I never had time to name him (yes I named all my other organs who were having difficulties).  Anyways my red blood cells were too large to pass through the spleen.  Not surprisingly this caused severe anemia. 

Spleen’s cries of anguish and constant swearing could be heard throughout my entire body.  Naturally the other organs became concerned and a bit fearful.

Steve (my thyroid gland) passed a message down to Spleen: Dude, what’s happening?  Are you ok?

Spleen: There’s a bunch of fucking huge red blood cells trying to squeeze through me.  I have no idea where they came from.

Steve: How big are they?

Spleen: Let’s put it this way:  It’s like being sodomized with a watermelon.

Steve: Ouch

Spleen: How are you holding up?

Steve: I’ve just been trying to keep a low profile; hoping the white blood cells won’t notice me…  Oh shit!  I’ve gotta go!

Spleen: Why has Ian (my heart and he insists on pronouncing it Ian) been wigging out lately?  He’s a goddamn motor mouth; never shutsup. 

George and Martha (my kidneys): It’s Daryl and his other brother Daryl (my adrenal glands); they’re overworked and keep passing out.

George: Speaking of passing out, I’m gonna have a lil lie down myself. Martha you’re on watch duty.

Martha: Fuck you George; you just had a nap earlier.

George: *snoring*

Martha: Screw it; nothing should go horribly wrong in just the next two hours.

Spleen: Is there anyone around here who isn’t napping?

Ian: I’mnotnapping,Ineversleep. There’slotstobedone. Gogogo! Dododo! IfIstoptalkingI’lldie.

Spleen: Yeah I figured you were awake.

Geoffrey (my brain and demands his name be pronounced Joffrey): Mittens!

Spleen: That’s not a good sign

Old Ben (my pituitary gland): Earl (my colon) is always awake.

Spleen: Why?

Old Ben: He really doesn’t have a choice in the matter.

Spleen: All this conversation has made me sleepy; think I’m gonna take a lil nap as well.