This story went a bit long, and the world sidetracked into kidnapped boys #BringBackOurBoys, incoming rockets, Syrian border attacks murdering children, Islamic barbarians taking over two countries, and a router failure. But I don’t want to leave anyone hanging…
(Where we’re at…) Seriously overweight and sedentary, my health has reached the edge of disability. Symptoms and blood test results are up, medications being loaded up, and it’s hard to tell the problems from the side effects. The results leaving me barely functional and worried about very very serious potential problems such as diabetic kidney damage (G-d forbid).
In the last article, I’d started a low-carb whole foods diet and basic walking exercise program. Weeks 1 and 2 went great, if a struggle to adjust, with immediate weight loss of 10 pounds and beginning to gain some stamina.
Week 3 saw me headed to the emergency room doubled over in pain.
I waited unable to sit straight. My wife pushed our way through as I was trying to collapse onto the floor. The triage nurse took some fluids, viewed the results and sent us on to the Ambulatory Emergency Center. Either I wasn’t bad enough for the standard ER or so bad it didn’t matter. So I ambulated (walked, slowly and painfully) across the hospital to the Ambulatory ER.
Again, paperwork and process over treatment. Check in, wait, wait, wait, moan, wait. See the doctor, he looks at the triage test results while I sweat (worried) and bend (in pain). I’ve been reading too much, the danger of Internet doctoring yourself, matching up all my symptoms (some of which are medication side effects). I’m sure I’m about to be diagnosed with kidney failure due to untreated diabetes. I’m going to die.
The doctor looks up after reading on the screen… “you probably have a kidney stone. We’ll order some more lab tests to confirm. We can’t send you to an ultra-sound, they’re overloaded tonight.” I almost collapse, a kidney stone, that’s it? He orders IV fluids and tells me to go wait an hour and absorb fluids.
An hour passes. He stops by and says “you have a kidney stone, I’m ordering some IV antibiotics and giving you a prescription. If it hurts take an Advil. Drink a lot.” And that’s it. (Israeli’s are tough – go take an Advil for a kidney stone? – OH MY G-D – but I didn’t know how bad it would get at that time.)
I see my doctor the next morning, get a prescription for an ultra-sound and some real pain medication after screaming through the night. Spend 4 days in bed drugged up, pass a kidney stone (have a picture – anyone want to see it?)
WEEK 3 -
No exercise and no activity.
Minimal eating, even on the Shavuos holiday.
Weight loss - 2 pounds.
WEEK 4 -
Getting back to work and exercise is a struggle. I feel like I’ve been beaten with a baseball bat. I try to exercise, can’t make it even half the distance. But after 3 days I’m back to my previous distance.
But I seem stuck.
Weight loss – 1 pound.
At this point I’m down 13 pounds, which is a nice start for 1 month with a kidney stone in between. But the rate has dropped. If I can maintain 2 pounds loss a week, I should be in a much better BMI situation in 6 months – and even able to drop some medication. We’ll see, G-d willing.
Regarding the kidney stone, I have to go back for more tests. And in speaking to my rav, he told me that someone with kidney stones (or kidney problems?) is absolutely prohibited from fasting – even on Yom Kippur. That’s a follow up conversation I’ll have before Tisha B’Av. While I have never liked or appreciated fasting, I don’t want to “get out of it” with a health excuse! (Ribono Shel Olam, please let me be able to fast, because even though I don’t want to do so, that’s what You want us to do.)