I’m coming unravelled, although I was never too tightly wrapped in the first place.
A man encounters another fellow at a DC cocktail party. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a naval surgeon.”
“Wow, you guys really specialize, don’t you??!
My Father’s family kindly passed down a gene which causes weak abdominal wall. Excess weight is not the only reason that my tummy protrudes. At 2019’s annual doctor visit, I had two small hernias, one in the left groin, and one on my navel. The groin one was quick and easy to fix – day-surgery at the hospital – someone jabbed a hole in it with a sharp pencil, poked some window-screen in, under the skin, and super-glued me back together.
The belly-button is a little more complex. They don’t like to work on it unless absolutely necessary. She told me to keep an eye on it, and report if it increased in size. After the fiasco of last year’s visit, which I chronicled in I Have Never Felt So Alive, I let her have another look. Last year, it was the size of the last segment of my baby finger. This year, it’s as big as the end of my thumb! 😯
They will not act unless the opening is more than 2.5 cm (1 real inch). She gave me a requisition for an ultrasound scan just as COVID19 arrived. It took me three months to schedule a clinic appointment. I find that I am six months pregnant with twins. 😉
She has, properly, been chastising me about my weight. Something like this has finally opened my eyes. I don’t want to explode like that obese wight in the Monty Python sketch. I asked about liposuction, to relieve the immediate pressure. She refused, because, without a basic change in my lifestyle, the weight would just pack back on.
A maintenance man at a plant where I worked, took more than a year to lose over a hundred pounds. Then he spent another year, gradually putting it all back on. 😦 Slowly we forge the chains of our obesity so, slowly we must cast them off. In the three months that I waited for the scan, I managed to lose 15 pounds, with lots more to go.
No more snacking from boredom, as I stay up all night. It’s as simple – and as complex – as that. I was appalled at the number and variety of goodies I had available – regular chips, salt and vinegar chips, corn chips, cheese twists, mini chocolate bars…. Three kinds of peanuts, one Honey-Roasted, one Caramel-Coated, for extra calories – and cut back on the sugar-laden soft drinks.
No more 4 or 5 snacks per night!! Now I must choose – and limit myself to – one snack per evening. Carefully rationed, I have eliminated several of them, and vowed not to replace them.
COVID19 further delayed already slow medical specialists’ appointments. Something must have shown in the ultrasound. On August 1, I received an email appointment notice with a Surgical Oncologist, on Oct 22 – Wow, only another three months! I only hope that he can ‘knit up the ravelled sleave of my care,’ before I come completely Undun. Click here, if you’d like to hear the Canadian band The Guess Who, tell you about a girl that it happened to.
I’ll tell you what transpires. (EW! EW!) I’ll still be as big an opinionated asshole as ever. It’s just that, hopefully, there’ll be a lot less of me doing it.
So, my Oct. 22 appointment has come and gone. The specialist took one quick look at it and told me to get out. At least I now have a direct line to him if it grows any larger. I told him that my weight loss was up to 20 pounds, but he only speaks Metric (9 Kg.) Very good….keep at it. It can be caused be something as simple as a sneeze. With my allergies – do you know how many times I sneeze per day – and how strongly??!
I picked up some meds after the doctor visit. The pharmacy tech asked me how the visit went. I told her the doctor was busy, and had just put a strip of Scotch Tape© over it – and got out while she was still reaching for the phone. If the wife doesn’t have me committed, she might. 😉 😳