Hello,
Today I wish to swerve off the chosen trail of Beatle lore, and
let you all in on a new discovery my new doctor revealed yesterday as to my
condition of health. He found the cause of my abdominal cramps that had a habit
of flaring up every four months ever since September 2008 and I’m so
relieved he knows the motive. Numerous 911 calls and ambulance rides in the
past to the Emergency Room never could locate the actual reason for my
discomfort. The diagnosis always pointed to the inception of possible Diverticulosis,
by virtue I consumed way too many peanuts watching baseball games. As you can
guess, I stopped inhaling peanuts, but those awful twinges tearing at my
mid-drift kept returning.
Thanks to an increase in yearly income, I took an
opportunity to change my medical plan to commence this August 1st. I
felt pretty good about my decision since I had reached status of senior citizen, and the aging body my soul lived in
seemed to be at the threshold of more zones primed for complaints. Sure enough,
last Sunday I ate a scrambled egg sandwich for breakfast around 9:30 am and by
10:00 am, I was laid out flat in the fetal position, with a pain level not as
severe as before, yet, full aware not a single peanut slipped past my tonsils. After a few hours, I tried
pain medication a doctor prescribed for me from my prior ER visit last
March, but the pill didn’t remove all the pain. I waited the six hours and
tried more meds and they did nothing at all to help. I went to bed
and tossed all through the night nitpicking pros and cons over dialing 911.
7:00 am Monday, I phoned my new Health Provider and after a thorough
discussion with an on call ER physician, she suggested I get acquainted with my
new doctor. An opening for 9:00 am showed and I grabbed the slot. Over the
phone, she then explained the facility I would arrive at was a full-service medical building capable of detecting my troubled source. Before
11:30, I was out the door with a new four-day follow-up
appointment per my general practitioner, a non-feeling needle poke in the arm, and
antibiotics plus verbal instructions issued by the pharmacist.
Come Friday, what a shock to learn the grand doctor unearthed
I’m allergic to wheat, barley, and rye. He said a condition known as Celiac Disease took up residency underneath my belly-button. In layman’s terms, the doctor made clear it was essential I switch
to a gluten free diet. No wonder cramps resurfaced at the drop of a hat, I’m
such a fan for fast-food hamburgers, Quiznos toasted sandwiches and pizza. From
now on, bread products are off limits. But hey, that’s not a big deal compared
to the agony otherwise.
If by chance these stomach issues ring a bell, after eating
items made with the types of grains and flour that harm me, please tell your
doctor. Also take a glance at the website below for some amazing information
about gluten free diets. Stay well, my friends.
https://celiac.org/live-gluten-free/glutenfreediet/food-options/
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