My doctor called this morning a little after 9:00. He had results from yesterday's blood test. Good news - both thyroid and hemoglobin are low. Good news because both can be addressed with medication, and might be partly responsible for my fatigue and shortness of breath. Bad news - lipase had risen. And you didn't even know you had one, right?
The lipase they are measuring is a pancreatic enzyme. The one to the left is a guinea pig's enzyme, so beautiful these things make me wonder, why make art? They got it down dramatically in the hospital by starving me - nothing (at all) by mouth at first, then liquid diet, all of that with IV flowing in. But it has risen since I got out and started pushing the pancreatic diet a little, a few grams of fat here and there.
The doctor is young, but he is learning how to motivate his geriatric population. I see him next week. If it doesn't go down, I'll have to go back to the hospital. I said, "They can't really do anything for me in the hospital."
He said, "They can hydrate you and keep you from eating." Oh jeez.
Tom and I both really dislike me being in the hospital. We went to the grocery store and up and down the aisles we went buying everything fat-free we could find. There isn't much, but on the other hand, it's a lot, and it's crowding a kitchen counter now, out where I can see what I have to pick from. I made it today with only .5 grams of fat (as opposed to 18 yesterday.) Delicious fact: strawberries on angel food cake. Tomorrow for breakfast I want zucchini and scrambled egg white. I can even put fat-free cheddar on it.
Believe me, none of these foods taste like "the real thing." But the cause-and-effect is undeniable. It's one of those less subtle examples of karma. Jack Kornfield says he had a student who summarized it like this: "You don't get away with nothing." Yesterday's blood tests proved that to me.