Wednesday, July 03, 2013
Well, I got a wake up call Monday night. I'd been blogging about motivation and how exercising was making me hurt so badly, and then I went to have some supper and began to experience intense abdominal pain. The pain got worse (to the agonizing point) and my best friend rushed me to Methodist Hospital. Tests were run and my liver enzymes were elevated, resulting in me being kept overnight for observation.
I'm terrified of needles, and between being poked four times and all of the prodding, I am sore and terrified two days later. I signed myself out against medical advice when they wanted to stick my *very* deep veins for the fifth time (they weren't hitting them and I am so sore that it's unbelievable. I'm also belonophobic, meaning that I have a very real PHOBIA of needles). The second liver test turned up strange, and the doctor wanted to repeat the test because he believed that the results were lab error.
I have a bladder infection and gall stones. My liver is tender to the touch, as is my right kidney and my gallbladder (area).
At the end of the day, what this amounts to is that I HAVE TO LOSE WEIGHT. I knew that. I've known it for a long time. But if I've ever needed a motivator, I surely got it Monday. I'm still scared. I hadn't ever thought about cutting fat out of my diet because I've mostly worked on low-carb diets, but now it's time to look at fats as well. This is going to throw a wrench into my diet plans, but I'm doing what I have to do and eating as lean as I can. I might go raw or pescetarian for a while to save myself some trouble with cutting fats out of my diet -- the foods I'd be eating then are all lean, and if I cut out flour, low-carb as well!