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8.12.2012

GWDF2 Day 4 - Medical Recap, Anemia, Bleedging, Weight

http://:youtu.be/muv9TqewgJ

Rough transcript:

Not that my health matters, any more or less than the health of a soldier fighting for the life of the women and children in a town matters.  He, she matters as a tool, a scalpel to the surgeon matters.  If you don't understand that were dead, because you don't understand what we’re facing.  You don't understand what the next 200 billion children are facing.  You don’t understand we’re right on the edge of the cliff, if we haven't gone over it already in 2012. 

This is not the time for normalcy and hasn't been for a long time. 

If you don’t understand that my health matters only as the health of a soldier in a life-and-death fight matters, then we’re dead and your part of the problem. Right now, with so much broken, and so little time, love is tough, or it's not love.

By going back through the archives of ‘start loving’ blog one could, including I could, check the history of my symptoms. I don't have the time.  My earliest recollection of starting to feel like my body was, well, something was very wrong was the end of 2011 after the second of the 50 days, two 50 days of strikes that year.  Bear in mind that I've done probably 8 to 10 major hunger strikes over the last decade with this now sixty-year-old body; but I don't know that my symptoms are related to the hunger strikes.  But I suspect they are. 

Late last year 2011, early 2012, a collection of symptoms started to wear on me quite significantly - frequent stomachaches like I’d been punched, or, I now realize, like there was an open wound.   Just an ache, not queasiness, I don't recall nausea.  But it hurt, day after day, not throughout the day, but periodically throughout the day.  Seemed to be associated with eating but not any particular type of food; not really even any particular quantities.  My stool was rarely solid.  I’d be kept awake for half an hour and as long as 2, 3, 4 hours by what's called restless leg syndrome, I guess it is.  There were unexplained periods lasting hours where I didn’t have the strength of the ragdoll.   

Finally by April this was weighing on my ability to contribute, enough that I went to the medical truck for we homeless, to my dear Dr. Cardile.  She'd been asking me to get blood tests for a long time.  I associated that with expensive medical procedures and I told her that I'm unwilling to have significant monies spent on my person.  She understands that.  But I was finally so debilitated for so long, and realized that maybe there was some low cost fix, that I said okay, I’ll go for some blood tests.

Well, the results were to be back a week later, and totally unforeseen by me the first death fast began, the ‘weapons test’ death fast as it turns out, and I thought, I won’t be here two months from now so why go bother Dr. Cardile?

A week ago, not seeing this current death fast coming this time either, my teeth are beginning to shatter from lifelong nocturnal grinding, I saw the medical truck near my new location at the Canadian Tar Sands Embassy, and nurse Penny who had drawn my blood for Dr. Cardile said, ‘No, no, you're not going to this truck, you’re going to Dr. Cardile, she wants to see you, now.  Go see her tomorrow.’  I said okay and several days ago saw Dr. Cardile who said – you’re anemic and usually that's associated with internal bleeding for someone your age.  We reviewed my symptoms which by 2 weeks ago were all recurring, the symptoms I recounted earlier in this video.  ‘Yup,’ she said; and some other symptoms too gross to be mentioned on this video.  Low iron can be associated with the restless leg. Within the last two weeks now, on two different nights, has kept me awake for a good 4 to 6 hours, quite agonizing.  It’s the kind of stuff they do when they black site you, it is quite distracting from my work, my ability to my work; quite agonizing.  Very tiring.

But there are tests that they do now to zero in on the cause, and that’s the blood work now in progress.   I’ve read up on this little bit - she's trying to figure out whether it's internal bleeding, could be cancer, could be diet, could be kidney, and Wednesday morning I have an appointment to go back and see her; she'll have the results by then and there’ll be more to report.

So I went in for a dental referral and by the time I was done this week they've taken more blood, sticking me about eight times to find a vein that would work; I sure don’t have the body I used to.  They took my vitals including weight, and I miscalculated, I'm only 9 pounds overweight weighing in at 164 with my clothes off and 155 is my zero body fat weight, at least, it used to be; which means I've only got about 18 days from day one.  On or about day 18 I expect to be starting to bite into and sometime thereafter, brain.  Most or all the fat should be gone by then.  I calculated that I had twice that excess body fat but I don't, it turns out from the scale. 

So with the heart, with the anemia, with a lower body fat, I’m likely to be fading much sooner than I have before.

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