Health Update —
Oh yeah, health. That thing.
So on the whole trend of getting healthier, I’ve made great strides, regardless of the irony of the whole rest of this entry. I’ve lost weight, been working out regularly (although sometimes that has to simply be an hour of running and little else), and people are noticing Something Is Up. I posted this photo some time ago:
Aw yeah, do I love looking at that thing. I am 32 in the first image, 36 in the second. Here I am at 38:
So I either look better, the same, or worse. I know I definitely feel better. I’m no athlete and I’m certainly getting older, but I can walk down the street or in public spaces and not be a part of the “how are you kept alive” crowd, so that’s something.
I had been asked to give a talk for the ACM group in Lehigh University in Pennsylvania last year, but scheduling conflict made me cancel rather unpleasantly close to the date. I promised myself that when they offered again, I’d clear my calendar. They did, and I did. So on the 27th of March, I drove down and spent a few hours with some excellent people.
That Friday, I started to feel a little dizzy and tired, but I figured it was just a matter of the 4 hours of driving I did. But by Saturday, I was feeling pretty bad, with dizziness, aches and pains and fever. Something was wrong. I figured it was either food poisoning, or flu or something. I slept a lot.
On Sunday, I travelled to my friend Chris Orcutt’s house to work on a book proposal with him. Unfortunately, I thought I’d gotten over this thing and I hadn’t. Within a short time at Chris’ I began feeling even worse. Like, projectile vomiting worse. Which is really an awful way to be a guest, in any culture.
Eventually, when the shaking kicked in, I asked for a lift to the hospital. Chris had a choice of nearby Vassar Hospital or a smaller hospital in neighboring Connecticut. While the irony of going back to die in the exact hospital I was born in is cute, a bigger hospital usually means a bigger wait, and Chris thought the smaller hospital was the way to go. So we went to Sharon Hospital in Sharon, Connecticut. Here’s me giving the thumbs up in the emergency room.
I was given some liquids (I was severely dehydrated), some anti-nausea medicine, and was informed that I had terrible blood pressure and a heart murmur. Only the murmur was a surprise.
I was put into an intensive care unit, where they gave me drugs aplenty, getting rid of a lot of my symptoms, and allowing me time to both keep working on the book proposal and take some little pictures with my newly acquired blackberry. Hence this assery:
The murmur calmed down when my blood pressure stopping being ‘yo gonna die’, and while I was having 14+ bowel movements a day, drugs eventually calmed things down a lot.
I have no point in mentioning all this: I got sick, and then got better, and in doing so learned I needed to get my blood pressure under control and stop catching viruses because those things suck. I was discharged the next day, and through all this, Chris hung out with me, kept me company and even went out into a terrible storm to get me a danish. What a buddy!
This slowed me up on a few things, and gave me way too much time to think, but I’m on the mend now. That’s all.
I’m shooting for what the hell happened as a weight goal, though.
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Congrats on the weight loss, this improvement should give you time to finish the arcade doc. 🙂
I had something very similar back in January. Same thing — when the shaking kicked in, I knew I was in for a rough night. I had forgotten how much vomiting sucks.
Awesome job losing weight. The best part about that 2002-2006 picture has to be the facial expressions. If you were smiling in the 2008 picture, you’d look even better.
Excellent sideburns, too.
You know, I didn’t realize how long I’d been reading your stuff until now. I remember those entries from 2002. And I wish (once again) that I were less of a slug.
I knew that you worked longer than I do, and I knew that you worked harder than I do, but I did not know that you crapped that much more often than I did. Jesus man, do you ever stop raising the bar?
Sorry to hear you got sick; thrilled to hear you’re feeling better; inspired by your journey toward better health; jealous of your double-digit bowel movements. That about sums it up.
Take care of yourself!
… and also – that must be the smallest hospital bed I’ve ever seen.
Well, just for the record, this was a gurney, not a hospital bed – it was designed for mobility first, making it so if they had to rush me into surgery or put me in some other situation, they could just wheel and go. In fact, they did that went they sent me to my room ICU. The bed I ended up in overnight was much bigger/better.
Oh. Not good. Good its over. Or is it?
Now to pay that $2000000 hospital bill that your $1000 a month insurance doesn’t cover.
Try the Velocity Diet or Lyle Mcdonald’s rapid fat loss handbook.
Your Thumbs Up seems insincere.
I am glad that you are feeling better. 14+ times a day – OUCH.