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Supersize Me
Pulse Magazine ^ | 22 November 2013 | Edward Thompson

Posted on 02/27/2014 10:37:11 AM PST by iowamark

Donald is large. Very large.

At more than 600 pounds, he is a mountain of flesh with a small opening at the top through which he speaks.

"My stomach hurts," he says, his voice surprisingly high and childlike.

It is 10:00 pm in the emergency room, and I am already swamped with patients I'm trying to move through the ER before my shift is over.

Asked if he's ever felt this kind of pain before, Donald says, "No, never. At least, not like this."

"Well, what'd you expect?" the unit secretary mutters, only half to herself.

Donald is in his forties. He spends his days on the sofa at home, surviving on disability checks for his back pain.

Facing him, I feel momentarily put off. I'm not sure just where to start the examination, and when I begin, my hands look small and insignificant against the panorama of skin they're kneading.

It's hard to tell, exactly, but I think his pain is coming from somewhere around his stomach.

I call the surgeon. When he finds out how much Donald weighs, he says that he'll be down to see him "in a while."

Awaiting his arrival, we try to shoot some X-rays. When we roll Donald onto his side, though, he turns an unnatural shade of blue-gray and can't tolerate the position long enough for us to put the X-ray cassette behind his back.

We try a chest X-ray, turning up the power to the maximum setting. All we see is white. Donald's body is just too thick to allow standard X-rays to penetrate to the bones; he is a walking lead shield.

We start an IV and get some blood work, all of which is normal. Our standard GI cocktail of shot-in-the-dark digestive tonics plinks into Donald's stomach without any effect. Morphine at doses high enough to make me dance on tables merely makes him a bit drowsy.

I talk to Donald between procedures, trying to get a sense of him as a person. He recites a litany of consultants he's seen for his back pain, his headaches, a chronic rash on his ankles, his shortness of breath, his weakness, his insomnia and his fatigue.

"All of them have failed me," he says, adding that the EMS paramedics didn't have the proper ultra-wide, ultra-sturdy gurney to accommodate his body.

"The Americans with Disabilities Act says that they should have the proper equipment to handle me, the same as they do for anyone else," he says indignantly. "I'm entitled to that. I'll probably have to sue to get the care I really need."

I don't quite know how to respond, so I say nothing. We've placed Donald in a room with an oversize hospital bed, so at least he's resting comfortably.

Finally, we move an ultrasound machine into Donald's room--it barely fits between the bed and the wall--and the technician goes in to take some diagnostic images.

Minutes later, he emerges.

"I need to get the radiologist to help me," he says. "This is impossible."

One half-hour later, the chief of radiology comes out of the room, rings of sweat under his arms.

"I think we have something," he says. "A gallstone."

Elation surges through me. At last we have something to work with!

Paged again, the surgeon finally shows up, muttering, a full two hours after our initial conversation.

After examining Donald, he thinks for a bit, then brightens.

"We could send him to the University of Maryland--they have an oversize OR table and beds."

He's now a man on a mission: to unload Donald on another unsuspecting hospital.

Hours later, he learns that there's no room for Donald on the surgery wards of either the University of Maryland or Johns Hopkins. He must admit Donald to our hospital's upstairs ward until tomorrow, when he can try the transfer again.

The surgeon is most unhappy. He bellows orders over the phone at a nurse several floors above us.

"Don't put him in a room right over the ER," whispers the unit secretary to the admission clerk. "The floor won't support him--he'll come crashing through and kill us all."

Glancing across the hall at Donald, I see by his eyes that he's heard her comment, and I'm suddenly sure that he's heard all of the "side" remarks aimed his way.

Finally, a slew of huffing, puffing, grunting attendants wheel him down the hall, leaving me to reflect on his plight.

Donald lies at the very large center of his own world--a world in which all the surgery mankind has to offer cannot heal the real pain he suffers.

He's trapped in his own body like a prisoner in an enormous, fleshy castle; encircled by a moat of fat, he shouts from the parapets to anyone who might give him succor. And though he must feel wounded by the ER personnel's remarks, he seems to find his own succor in knowing that there's no comment so cutting that it can't be soothed by the balm of 8,000 calories per day.

Later on in my shift, still feeling the eldritch traces of Donald's presence, I sit and stare at my 700-calorie dinner, all appetite gone, wondering where empathy ends and compassion begins.

I know why my colleagues and I are so glad to have Donald out of the ER and stowed away upstairs: he's an oversize mirror, reminding us of our own excesses. It's easier to look away and joke at his expense than it is to peer into his eyes and see our own appetites staring back.

I push the food around on my plate, then give up and head back to the ER, ready to see more patients.

Though I've no way of knowing it, within a few months a crane will hoist Donald's body through a hole cut in the side of his house so the EMS personnel can lower Donald, found dead and alone in his upstairs bedroom, onto their new ultra-wide, ultra-sturdy gurney.


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KEYWORDS: obesity; supersizeme
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To: iowamark
surviving on disability checks

There is the root of the problem right there.

41 posted on 02/27/2014 11:24:04 AM PST by Count of Monte Fisto (The foundation of modern society is the denial of reality.)
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To: Jeff Chandler

I’m quoting the article, ok? I don’t look for compassion, either. I guess no one read the article!


42 posted on 02/27/2014 11:25:55 AM PST by miss marmelstein (Richard Lives Yet!)
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To: apillar
"But there seems to be a group where they never hit the equilibrium and just keep gaining and gaining."

Ding ding ding! Everyone is different, and you get one of those people who's body is a perfect trifecta of body just storing the stuff combined with a food dependence and a denial of reality and walla, a crane through the wall.

43 posted on 02/27/2014 11:27:13 AM PST by Abathar (Proudly posting without reading the article carefully since 2004)
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To: Jeff Chandler

That’s a nifty technique, depending on the injury one might need a bit off pain relief prior to trying it.


44 posted on 02/27/2014 11:28:56 AM PST by WinMod70
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To: iowamark
Nowhere in this adaption is there mention of his seeing a weight-loss specialist.

"The Americans with Disabilities Act says that they should have the proper equipment to handle me, the same as they do for anyone else," he says indignantly. "I'm entitled to that. I'll probably have to sue to get the care I really need."

I vaguely remember a fat DUmmie who sounded like this.

45 posted on 02/27/2014 11:35:52 AM PST by GeronL (Vote for Conservatives not for Republicans!)
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To: Nervous Tick

I guess you get nervous, Tick!


46 posted on 02/27/2014 11:36:15 AM PST by miss marmelstein (Richard Lives Yet!)
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To: Responsibility2nd

In my experience of going to the ER and spending 8 days in intensive care they are much more caring for people who haven’t created the situation causing them trouble.

I don’t have a lot of sympathy for someone 600 lbs. 600 lbs is significantly past the point where they need to wake the heck up and address their problem.


47 posted on 02/27/2014 11:39:49 AM PST by driftdiver (I could eat it raw, but why do that when I have a fire.)
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To: Jeff Chandler

Stars are generally narcissists of the first order. No one can achieve that status unless they put themselves first, last and always. And they are invariable very, very cold. Shirley MacLaine’s daughter has written a tell-all on mom and she is the quintessential “star” - easily bored, cold and indifferent to other people’s interests. And very hard-working, I might add.

Stars - if they have genuine talent - save all their personal warmth and humanity for the stage.


48 posted on 02/27/2014 11:40:48 AM PST by miss marmelstein (Richard Lives Yet!)
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To: miss marmelstein

There are surgeries than an remove much of the excess fat and skin that would probably be less expensive in the long run for everyone involved.

But he needs to stop eating 8000 calories a day.

It sounds like (going by what is posted in OP) this guy doesn’t think he has a weight problem, that it’s everyone else who should accommodate him.

This has nothing to do with hate.

I don’t think 600 pounds is an “extreme” case, the real extreme cases are the ones where the person needs a wall torn down and a forklift to move them from the bed.

BTW, I hope you were able to get your ring fixed after having it cut off.


49 posted on 02/27/2014 11:43:02 AM PST by GeronL (Vote for Conservatives not for Republicans!)
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To: miss marmelstein
Stars are generally narcissists of the first order.

That makes sense. Narcissists require absolute affirmation (being wrong or less than perfect is like death to them). What better affirmation is there than stardom?

50 posted on 02/27/2014 11:49:51 AM PST by Jeff Chandler (Obamacare: You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.)
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To: miss marmelstein
I’m quoting the article, ok? I don’t look for compassion, either. I guess no one read the article!

Easy there. I wasn't disagreeing with you, only adding to what you said.

You may find compassionate physicians, but chances are they won't be surgeons.

51 posted on 02/27/2014 11:52:35 AM PST by Jeff Chandler (Obamacare: You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.)
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To: GeronL

I think he died so he’s down to a very small calorie count, lol.

I never did get the ring fixed. It had only cost $60. I sold it for $30. Typical of my investment talent.


52 posted on 02/27/2014 11:53:55 AM PST by miss marmelstein (Richard Lives Yet!)
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To: Jeff Chandler

I invariable gravitate towards cold doctors - even my dermatologist was nasty to me. Maybe it’s me...


53 posted on 02/27/2014 11:55:19 AM PST by miss marmelstein (Richard Lives Yet!)
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To: miss marmelstein

lol

You can make it up in volume. Sounds like my brothers “genius” investment plans.


54 posted on 02/27/2014 11:57:12 AM PST by GeronL (Vote for Conservatives not for Republicans!)
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To: jiggyboy

Casting the first stone? Of course, you have no vices and are perfect.


55 posted on 02/27/2014 11:57:40 AM PST by bgill
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To: bgill
Of course, you have no vices and are perfect.

Fat chance.

56 posted on 02/27/2014 12:04:26 PM PST by Jeff Chandler (Obamacare: You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.)
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To: Jeff Chandler

I used to be the go to guy for removing rings. Sometimes, you just have to resort to the saw.

I cringe when I see carbide and titanium rings. Glad I’m not in that business anymore.


57 posted on 02/27/2014 12:25:04 PM PST by dangerdoc (I don't think you should be forced to make the same decision I did even if I know I'm right.)
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To: miss marmelstein

I had cancer year before last. Oncologists are the nicest doctors around, can’t say I recommend having one though.


58 posted on 02/27/2014 12:43:14 PM PST by dangerdoc (I don't think you should be forced to make the same decision I did even if I know I'm right.)
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To: dangerdoc

That’s good to know. Hope you’re doing well.


59 posted on 02/27/2014 12:44:47 PM PST by miss marmelstein (Richard Lives Yet!)
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To: Abathar

Agree but the kid I referred to is only 14 yrs old.
That’s a pretty quick path to 500lb plus.


60 posted on 02/27/2014 12:55:17 PM PST by nascarnation (I'm hiring Jack Palladino to investigate Baraq's golf scores.)
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