How I almost died in Thailand and almost became a philosopher
Travels / / December 19, 2019
Well, okay, I'm exaggerating, "for greater dramatic effect" (Goblin).
Although I was really bad.
But first things first…
It all started with the fact that my family and I went to Thailand for three months. Let me remind you, I wanted to leave the comfort zone and shake things up a bit.
I left the comfort zone of 5 plus))
"If you want to lose weight - ask me how '(Herbalife)
Yeah, I have strongly lost weight many years ago - from 99 to 71 kg. But then I had wanted it.
In Phuket, I lost another 13 kg. And this time not on their own ...
What happened? Who will tell ...
The first pain
It all began on March 15 when, papaya had a dinner, I went to the beach. Swim I did not succeed. I grabbed her stomach. Severe aching pain above the navel.
Poisoning? But the toilet I did not run. I did not vomit. Nevertheless, I took a few tablets of coal, just in case.
I suffered for 10 hours. I apply ice, and lay bravely endured I moaned softly.
In the next 3 days the pain recurred. Usually - one hour after eating. Though not as strong.
self-treatment
And then I wrote in VKontakte his good friend, the doctor. Looking at the symptoms, he suggested that I have pancreatitis. I suggested - because the Internet to deliver high-quality diagnosis difficult.
Pancreatitis - inflammation of the pancreas. Frequent illness local tourists. After all, Thailand - a country of spicy food. I also abused her.
Everything came together. And I started treatment.
Remove the symptoms of pancreatitis is quite simple. "Cold, hunger and peace." I downloaded from the Internet a book on the topic. One of the tips in it - 1-3 day fasting. Well, OK, the more interesting.
Starvation
3-day fasting. I've always wanted to try it, but I was missing a maximum of 36 hours. And now is not enough. It lasted only 62.
Interesting sensation. I did not want to eat, but all thoughts were only about food. Paradox.
Pain, by the way, took place completely. That's lovely! Or not?
Back pain - what the hell ?!
Coming out of hunger on porridge. I ate it a couple of times - everything is OK. Then decoction of buckwheat. Watery, overcooked.
And the pain returned. Yes, what!
What the heck?! The book was not like this! Maybe I did not have pancreatitis?
Liliana (my wife) got tired of looking at my self and it just made me call the insurance. That's handy, our medical insurance. I, by the way, did not want to make out.
hospital PhuketInternational
Insurance politely and promptly sent me to the hospital PhuketInternational:
Thailand - a poor country, but a hospital for travelers from them what you need. Solid glass and concrete. Trained staff, excellent speaking in English. Service level is shorter.
I was kindly greeted, helped to fill in the questionnaire.
Next, I got into the hands of the sisters. She weighed me, gauging and pressure rise.
gloomy doctor
And then I went to the doctor. Thais usually smiling and friendly, but the uncle was clearly not in the spirit. After listening to my inconsistency (ah lorn Inglish al cheekbones) it, he immediately diagnosed:
- Yu keV gastritis
- Maybee Pancreatitis?
- Yoo Fink?
- Uh... Ai Dont know... (You're a doctor, e-May!)
In short, he sent me for a blood test to rule out pancreatitis. I still believed in it))
Blood analysis
Blood was taken from a vein. Again, clean and tidy office.
Grandmother skillful movements took blood from a vein. And I went to wait for the results. 1 hour.
"Gastritis"
Uncle doctor something around in the results of analyzes and muttered "Know Pancreatitis. Gastritis ".
Well, gastritis, gastritis so. What's next?
And then I was discharged mountain tablets.
Everything is beautiful, bag. Then pasted instruction - how to take. Damn, it's convenient!
I still had to ask what I eat, what the doctor said shortly "Nospaysi". Uh... a boiled buckwheat - it is in what place was spicy? In short, he did not convince me of anything.
Insurance soldered 3,500 rubles.
It has not become easier
Well, sort of diagnosis is, and calm like as not.
Confused by the fact that the doctor did not examine me, groped, not scanned. The only analysis - blood - and that I begged him.
But all would be nothing if not for the pain, which did not disappear. I drank tablets, ate porridge, and the pain persisted. Let not sharp, but aching and after each meal.
What kind of garbage?
The experimenter fucking
Days passed. Pain gradually diminished, I plucked up courage... and decided to try the papaya again.
Hehe!
An hour later I was sitting on a chair at the front desk (I had to take a cab). Well, I am sitting, rather, lay curled.
So, I am back in the hospital.
At this time, only in registry muryzhili me 30 minutes - does not come from the insurance confirmation.
cheerful doctor
Chmura was replaced by another doctor - humorist. It seemed to me that my suffering into his joy. He was constantly joking and laughing.
Well, better than Dr. Death from the first series.
Merry felt me. More about all I questioned. I ordered another bunch of pills. I was surprised to find there, and antidepressants. Well, at least kayfanu before his death))
FGS they do I can not - such equipment they simply did not have. Thus, it was impossible to determine the type of gastritis, and hence choose the diet. Again guesswork. Well, fuck all this glass and concrete and well-trained staff?
In short, the darkness.
At the door, the doctor caught up with me and happily announced important news: "IT nospaysi!". Oh, thank you, I have 20 days no sharper than oatmeal in the mouth is not kept! Dr. Obvious ...
Insurance came for another 3,500 rubles. The trip started quickly pay for itself))
Fish carrying relief
I decided to change tactics. Changed porridge on fish and meat dishes for a couple. And a miracle happened - the pain disappeared!
Basically I ate here this red fish:
Freshest - only from the sea. For a couple. It just melted in the mouth.
Coincidence or not, but hurt almost ceased. And drop weight stood at 60 kg.
Going home - back pain
It would be boring if the day of departure I again started strong pains.
The day was filled with stress (4 aircraft with a small child). So I gradually affirmed that my gastritis was caused precisely by stress. And indeed - the first attack of pain I have suffered immediately after a conflict with a local asshole man.
However, I was armed with a no-shpoy and quickly came to his senses.
Accurate diagnosis in Ufa
Thank you friend, I was able to make FGS 12 hours after landing in Ufa. Analyzes showed a slight inflammation of the stomach (gastritis) and intestinal (duodenitis).
It is not contagious. If you see me - no need to move to the other side of the street))
I was prescribed a diet. A pill - no.
The exact causes of the disease will become apparent only after 4 months, but as long as the basic version - stress.
That doctor said that the main thing - to settle down. I quote: "Be a philosopher. "
And it's funny. I went to Thailand in exactly this - the stress of discomfort - and I got it in full. But the body can not withstand.
Well, I will learn to be a philosopher))
What are the lessons I've learned from all this?
Uh... self-help books are taught from lemons to make lemonade. Let me try and something positive to extract from this filthy epic.
Lesson 1. Phobias - garbage. Life goes on. Brain drew me the most terrible images - and gastric cancer, and lifetime porridge-diet. But the reality was not so grim. As is often the case. I can only refer to an article by Leo Babauta "Easy way to stop worrying about trifles." Damn right thoughts.
Lesson 2. COX Communications. Yeah, again networking. But where to get away from him? If you have friends and family who may come to the rescue in difficult times - it's great. And hope for the state, the insurance - to be honest, there is no desire. Recently, I do not hesitate to ask for help to the people. It is only important not to forget to return them even more.
Lesson 3. We must learn to manage stress. Here I wanted to write a "combat stress", but it would be wrong! I continue to consider stress a good thing, which is in the hands of inept, however, a person is able to reduce the grave. I will continue to go out of your comfort zone, I will learn to manage your stress. I, by the way, very helpful book by Tony Robbins. Coincidentally, I read it when the log was lying. And I read an excellent book "Stress resistance" by Sharon Miller.
Lesson 4. Adhere to the rules of supply. You know, maybe, all the fault of stress, but the food is still a factor played a role. In Thailand, overall tasty but unhealthy food. I have repeatedly deviated from the principles of their own power.
Lesson 5. Thai medicine - garbage. Beautiful, expensive, but ineffective. Stories like mine - a lot. Doctors do not know how to communicate with visitors. They can not explain. Can not soothe. Prescribe pills as soon as possible to drive out of the office and receive payment from the insurance - that is their job. And there, staring, tourist and fly home. Well if I did not speak, but my questions on nutrition responses were not. In stark contrast to Russia, where I understand everything explained. And the problem here is not the language barrier.
Thanks
I want to thank my friend. Woman doctor, who gave me an accurate diagnosis. Our friend Elvira, therapist, which in the field examined me and supported. And, of course, his wife Liliana, which was not easy - just take care of two aching "children".
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