Yeas, it sounds odd. It is odd. I had this diet forced onto me by circumstances. My doctor prescribed a new cholesterol medication for me. I always read the information sheet and if in doubt about any aspect of the medicine, I read on-line for further information. I was alarmed enough by the warnings that I asked my son, who is a Doctor of Pharmacy, who said, if my doctor said to use it, then I should. Still with some trepidation, I did take it, for about a week. Gradually, the "very rarely happens" warnings one by one, two by two, six by six, began to bare down upon me. I secretly stopped but called my doctor, whose assistant referred me to a pharmacist, who told me to quit and to wait for my doctor to contact me, after he spoke with her.
I was majorly screwed up, but hoped that I had stopped soon enough to avert most of the "rare side affects", especially death. After a week, all of the painful and debilitating muskuloskeletal symptoms of these "rare side affects", were still present. I was also bleeding like a sieve internally, and had a confused thought process. My wife went out of town before I mentioned the bleeding and worsening symptoms. I didn't want to unnecessary upset her or disrupt her important trip. A lot of people were depending on her.
Finally I had my daughter take me to the emergency room who confirmed that I had probably had a reaction to the suspected medicine, did blood tests, gave me an IV to pump up my volume and sent me home. They said that sometimes the symptoms subside, sometimes only after years, and sometimes not at all. They said that they could affect my autonomic nervous system and stop my breathing and my heart, but that I had probably stopped usage in enough time to avert that. Maybe.
My kids show due concern and help me, but I have always been pretty independent and free-spirited. My health has sucked for a long time, probably due to governmentally irresponsible toxins, while serving my country in one capacity or another. I have beat the odds by years. When I go, it will be without fanfare or whining. I think. It will by now be anti-climactic by my family. It is already long overdue.
One of the symptoms of the adverse affects of this medication, is more than usual nausea, and a complete void of appetite. I have to make myself eat. I had fix-ables on hand and my wife had filled up the freezer with ample microwaveable dinners. The thought of any of these fine rations turned mys stomach. I knew that I had to eat and drink or I would be back getting more IV's.
For the first time in many years, I had a small but ample garden. My squash and cucumbers were among the first to bare and bare and bare. I had a fridge full of large, cold, slicable cucumbers. Salt, pepper, may a little vinegar, and maybe just plain is what I chose to eat. They were and are cool and refreshing to eat. I didn't get tired of them. By the time my wife returned a week later, I had lost about twenty-five pounds. Still i had no appetite. for three more weeks I lost about another 12 pounds per week. I was just about within proper weight.
I had become highly insulin resistant, and as I have a bad liver, I had high tri-glycerides. My thyroid is underactive. I have three disorders including narcolepsy, sleep apnea, and restless everything. All of my blood tests and pee enzymes are elevated, undervated, or just screwderated. My wife agrees that my A-hole enzymes are usually highly elevated and that I am hard to live with. This has been for the last twelve years.I've supposedly been terminal for six years.
My doctor avoided me. she sent letters, which is a sure sign of CYA, and began obviously distancing herself from me. I insisted on seeing her. Finally she did. She did blood and pee tests. I went in to see her. She was apologetically non-apologetic, braced, and official. That's until she got the test results. All were greatly improved over my usual baseline. I had already noted to her that I was requiring hardly any insulin. Where I had usually been taking enough to kill a normal horse.
Doc was sheepish. I was non-challenging. I noted my loss of feeling and the swelling in my arms and legs and hands, but I didn't accus or extract blood. some of the numbness had started going away (I'm not sure how body parts can be numb and hurt like the dickens at the same time, but they can.) She adjusted several of my medicine dosages downward. She discontinued my blood pressure med altogether, and my tri-glycerides were lower that they had been in years.
Now I am not saying that I am well. I am not even saying that my doc didn't make a mistake. What I am saying is that I am better. I have not always been a demonstrable man of faith. Being on the short list for life perpetually has an effect on your spiritual nature. I try real hard. Many prayers and blessings have been given in my behalf. I believe that it is those that have kept me alive. And I believe that it is those that turned a potential medical disaster into a medical (or spiritual) marvel.
When Eve and Adam was in the Garden of Eden, Ole Scratch probably thought he was really pulling a major coup against the Kingdom of God. Instead, God was so far ahead of him, that Satan actually set the Plan of Salvation into motion. I think this is a type model to what happens on a frequent basis, if we will but open our eyes to see it. How in Hell can anyone not believe in God!