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270 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2002
The perfect test or scan may have been available, but the physicians never ordered it.As you may be able to tell, I don't have the best relationship with the health industry. I have enough separate things wrong with me to necessitate regular visits to one or more institutions, but ever since a youth filled with borderline Munchausen By Proxy experiences and my undergrad days when my collegial institution would only give me treatment if I agreed to being experimented on by students, I don't do more than is absolutely necessary. Successive years of being in a community with my fellow neuroatypicals has given me plenty of stories of forced institutionalization, fat-shaming, racism, transphobia, and general abuse that was often only marginally lessened by rigorous research on the patient's side. I didn't expect Gawande to be all doom and gloom, but there was a pattern of pointing out fat patients as particularly difficult to operate on that wasn't much alleviated by a later article that all but swore by gastric bypass surgery. I could go into experiments that found rats became drug addicts when not offered enough positive stimulation and generally good environments, the all but 100% monetization of public spheres, the nearly ubiquitous inhumane conditions of workplaces that refuse all semblance of a healthy amount of sitting, standing, and general movement, but I won't. All I'll say is, there are a number of times when my teeth cleaner, aware of my pretty optimal dental status and less than optimal financial means, has offered to let me skip the MD's visit and spend half what I would have otherwise, and I can't think of a time when I refused the offer. So, that perfect scan or test? Doesn't mean jack squat if it's a choice between that and rent.
She was in what physicians call the "prodomal phase of emesis." Salivation increases, sometimes torrentially. The pupils dilate. The heart begins to race. The blood vessels in the skin constrict, increasing pallor..
While all this is going on, the stomach develops abnormal electrical activity, which prevents it from emptying and causes it to relax. The esaphagus contracts, pulling the upper portion of the stomach from the abdomen, through the diaphragm, and into the chest...Then, in a single movement, known as the "retrograde giant contraction," the upper small intestine evacuates its contents backward into the stomach in preparation for vomiting...In the expulsive phase, the diaphragm and stomach undergo a massive, prolonged contraction, generating intense pressure in the stomach; when the esophogus relaxes, it's as if someone had taken the plug off a fire hydrant.