Three medical professionals provide the theme of my week thus far...
Dr. Negligent (my primary care physician):
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For over a week now I've been caught up in a renewed vigor towards living healthier. Yup, I know, been there done that many times in the past few years especially, only to fall back into my evil and decadent ways.
But this time, I may have found the best motivator of all...my bad habits can literally kill me. Um, yeah, well I know that's not exactly Earth-shattering news. Of course I knew that by eating and drinking out-of-control I was killing myself slowly but surely, but I recently found out that due to at least one of my medications I take each day, that "slowly" part may be a lot quicker than I thought.
It turns out that diabetics who are on Metformin and continue to drink alcohol "heavily" (ie: more than 2-3 drinks a day) are at risk to develop lactic acidosis. And of those that do contract this disease, 50% of them die. Quickly and certainly. Dead as a doornail. Their blood becomes so acidic it literally attacks their organs 'till they are dead. Dead, dead, dead!
I found this medical fact plastered on every site I could find. Man, how did my doctor neglect to inform me of this risk? I admitted my drinking habits to her. I had to find this out by sheer chance. Thankfully not through personal experience!
Well, good news of it is it may have been the key to keeping me away from the shit and getting my mind focused on getting fit again. 'Bout freakin' time!
Dr. Mengele (the neurologist)
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Unrelated to the above, I was referred to a neurologist for "nerve conductivity studies" on my legs since I reported to my PCP that I felt numbness, especially in my left leg at times.
I'd already underwent ultrasound examination of my legs a couple weeks ago and on Thursday I went to see this specialist for the conductivity tests. Thinking it'd be like the ultrasound, painless and quick, I thought nothing much of it. But when I got up on the exam table and the doctor and his assistant brought in their cart I had a feeling there'd be a bit more to it.
This guy had the bedside manner of a robot and when he matter-of-factly told me that'd there'd be some "discomfort" and I would feel "electricity" I started sweating. Oh he wasn't kidding, these were quite strong jolts! It was discomfort akin to a low-speed dental drill. In other words, it was actually pain! And then after what seemed like an eternity zapping me with what was effectively a taser he went to "The Needles"!
Pricking and jamming them all over my legs, thigh and lower back! OMG! This was fucking torture! Then he had the (pardon the pun) nerve to ask if I was having problems in my private areas. Oh no Dr. Mengele, you are not coming near my junk with your cattle prod and hatpins, you sick freak!
The Old Doctor and his Skull (today's witness for the defense in the trial):
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Oh the defense put a very feisty senior citizen on the witness stand today. Sounding like Henry Kissinger and looking like the confused old man in "Up", Dr. Werner Spitz practically called the Orange County medical examiner incompetent stating no pathologist could have been able to determine definitively that Caylee (who he kept mistakenly referred to as Casey) was a victim of homicide from the evidence that he examined.
But then he started talking about a kooky idea that someone may have put the duct tape on the decomposed and skeletonized remains in order to hold the jaw bone in place and he kept forgetting all the TV interviews he'd done on this case and holes were poking through his testimony a tad.
Gotta hand it to the ol' sawbones, he held his own in defense of his assertions that the skull should have been cut opened during the county autopsy if it had been done properly. He even brought in a real skull (not Caylee's of course) to demonstrate for all to see.
Oh the theater! Now we have props!
Dr. Negligent (my primary care physician):
But this time, I may have found the best motivator of all...my bad habits can literally kill me. Um, yeah, well I know that's not exactly Earth-shattering news. Of course I knew that by eating and drinking out-of-control I was killing myself slowly but surely, but I recently found out that due to at least one of my medications I take each day, that "slowly" part may be a lot quicker than I thought.
It turns out that diabetics who are on Metformin and continue to drink alcohol "heavily" (ie: more than 2-3 drinks a day) are at risk to develop lactic acidosis. And of those that do contract this disease, 50% of them die. Quickly and certainly. Dead as a doornail. Their blood becomes so acidic it literally attacks their organs 'till they are dead. Dead, dead, dead!
I found this medical fact plastered on every site I could find. Man, how did my doctor neglect to inform me of this risk? I admitted my drinking habits to her. I had to find this out by sheer chance. Thankfully not through personal experience!
Well, good news of it is it may have been the key to keeping me away from the shit and getting my mind focused on getting fit again. 'Bout freakin' time!
Dr. Mengele (the neurologist)
I'd already underwent ultrasound examination of my legs a couple weeks ago and on Thursday I went to see this specialist for the conductivity tests. Thinking it'd be like the ultrasound, painless and quick, I thought nothing much of it. But when I got up on the exam table and the doctor and his assistant brought in their cart I had a feeling there'd be a bit more to it.
This guy had the bedside manner of a robot and when he matter-of-factly told me that'd there'd be some "discomfort" and I would feel "electricity" I started sweating. Oh he wasn't kidding, these were quite strong jolts! It was discomfort akin to a low-speed dental drill. In other words, it was actually pain! And then after what seemed like an eternity zapping me with what was effectively a taser he went to "The Needles"!
Pricking and jamming them all over my legs, thigh and lower back! OMG! This was fucking torture! Then he had the (pardon the pun) nerve to ask if I was having problems in my private areas. Oh no Dr. Mengele, you are not coming near my junk with your cattle prod and hatpins, you sick freak!
The Old Doctor and his Skull (today's witness for the defense in the trial):
But then he started talking about a kooky idea that someone may have put the duct tape on the decomposed and skeletonized remains in order to hold the jaw bone in place and he kept forgetting all the TV interviews he'd done on this case and holes were poking through his testimony a tad.
Gotta hand it to the ol' sawbones, he held his own in defense of his assertions that the skull should have been cut opened during the county autopsy if it had been done properly. He even brought in a real skull (not Caylee's of course) to demonstrate for all to see.
Oh the theater! Now we have props!