On the Friday night before Father's Day, I had what we think was a gall bladder attack. It lasted for two days. Have you ever had one of those? You can't sleep. You can't relax. You can't sit or lie down, not for long anyway. It hurt so bad I was yelling. A little. (Have you ever yelled while you were praying?)
My wife had one of those attacks years ago. Now I understand. With real experience comes understanding. And compassion.
I am better now, I am grateful to say. But I am still losing weight. I have lost almost 40 pounds. My wife thinks I have bird legs. She's right. Chirp.
We bought some new jeans last Friday night. I got them home and realized that I had gotten jeans with a size 33 waist when I had meant to buy 34s. I have had a size 36 waist since I was in my early forties. I was a size 34 when I was in my 30s, and I haven't been able to fit into pants with a 33 waist since I was in my 20s. The size 33 pants fit me fine. It feels a little strange. I don't know where the bottom is.
I continue to eat vegetables most of the time. For my Father's Day meal (made last Sunday), my wife made California grilled veggie sandwiches roasted on mesquite wood (yum), a cucumber salad with raspberries (yum), guacamole and flax/corn chips (yum), and chocolate "nice" cream made with cashews (double yum). I was spoiled and very full. It takes a lot of vegetables to get full, but my wife seems to be succeeding at that. It's hard to stop eating. And why stop? The nutrient-to-calorie ratio is high—meaning I get a ton of nutrition but not a ton of calories. That explains the weight loss for the most part.
I want to make a confession. When I had my relapse three weeks ago, I was in so much pain that I started taking Prednisone again. I was afraid of the pain and of being non-functional (non-working) again. So I am "artificially flavored" for right now. It is a low dose, so I don't notice it as much as the high dose I took back in May. I tell myself I am rebuilding my immune terrain through better nutrition, even though I am taking my prescription again. I hope I am right about rebuilding. I hope when I go off the drugs again that I don't fall apart once more.
I got some wonderful gifts for Father's Day. A short sleeve white shirt. A big jar of kimchi (one of my favorite foods). A cool machete. (My wife and kids are still wondering why I wanted it. It's a boy thing.) A tie in a color I love. And some coupons from my youngest daughter. Here are the coupons, good for:
- An adventure
- 1 mowing of the lawn (already redeemed)
- 2 hours of slave labor
- 1 new tie
- A song written just for you (looking forward to that)
- One watching of Howards End without complaining (my favorite movie)