Last consultation with the Vascular Surgeon yesterday.
This time last year it looked like I was going to lose a toe if not more. The circulation in my legs had about packed in.
The problem was that I had gone hypERthyroid which put my blood pressure through the roof. Add that to the fifty years of undiagnosed "prediabetes" and all the decades I had dutifully eaten my high carb low fat diet and I wasn't at all surprised that reality was finally catching up with me.
The guy I saw last year told me to walk *through* the pain in my calves and see if I couldn't reroute the blood circulation. Previously I had been stopping and waiting until the pain subsided before continuing.
This turned out to be spectacularly successful. Though I still slow down a bit from time to time and will never walk as fast as I used to, I was able to report I could walk five miles or so by last summer.
Of course taking carbimazole to shut down the thyroid had a big effect, I'm not afraid to take meds when they are necessary, only when they are provided as an antidote to a crap diet.
I told him I had been eating the exact opposite of what the dietician told me, which had effectively controlled my blood glucose, insulin levels and IR, doubled my HDL and reduced my trigs to 1/10 of what they were, and had been doing so for eleven years now.
"Ah, a Paleo diet?" he said.
"Yes, and pretty much what my Gran used to eat, back in the days before there were "epidemics" of obesity and diabetes - except without all the pastry"
I've found not a few hospital doctors who are an order of magnitude more clueful than the average GP, almost certainly because they are more invested in results and less constrained by accounting clerks at the PCT. And of course as specialists they know more about less.
Way back in the early eighties when I finally got my gallstones diagnosed after five years of symptoms including a fair bit of agony, in retrospect the Consultant then had pretty much worked out "metabolic syndrome" for himself, long before Gerald Reaven, and had noted the increase and spread of many other diseases usually believed to be "genetic", ie. epigenetics.
He said that a typical gallstone patient used to be "fat, fair, forties, female, fertile" . . . and probably some more f's that I don't remember, but that they were not only becoming commoner but spreading to males and younger people especially.
No-one's perfect, of course in those days he blamed dietary fat when it's since become obvious that it is carbs, and the *lack* of fat. But he was in a position to notice reality when it differed from dogma.
All of the guys I met in the Cardiovascular department were clueful, but I don't think they expected me to recover without stents. I may still need their attention in the future, it remains to be seen, but so far they were as impressed with the improvement as I am.
Currently I'm only taking amlodipine for the BP and the carbimazole. Also I am supplementing the diet with vitamin D3 and fish oil. I may try krill oil and extra vitamin K2, see if I can't clear out more of the plaque.
To celebrate I took myself to the fish restaurant in Orford, where I ate Angels On Horseback - oysters wrapped in bacon and grilled, on toast and with salad (hence the sodding cucumber). After walking to the hospital and back from the side street where I usually park (a journey which made me hobble dreadfully this time last year) I walked from the restaurant to the fish shop the other end of town for a big fat bloater and some smoked cod's roe, in the process discovering a new butcher's shop which I will go back and try next time I'm in the vicinity.
Then I took myself to the beach and had a bracing walk in the breeze. Just a couple of miles though, it was not warm despite the nuclear reactors.
The sun went in just before I set out, and I drove through some light rain with the temperature gauge in the car showing 3 C. In Orford they told me they'd had snow. Then the sun came out again before disappearing into the clouds, by which time it was significantly warmer. Also I saw the first wallflowers out.
This time last year it looked like I was going to lose a toe if not more. The circulation in my legs had about packed in.
The problem was that I had gone hypERthyroid which put my blood pressure through the roof. Add that to the fifty years of undiagnosed "prediabetes" and all the decades I had dutifully eaten my high carb low fat diet and I wasn't at all surprised that reality was finally catching up with me.
The guy I saw last year told me to walk *through* the pain in my calves and see if I couldn't reroute the blood circulation. Previously I had been stopping and waiting until the pain subsided before continuing.
This turned out to be spectacularly successful. Though I still slow down a bit from time to time and will never walk as fast as I used to, I was able to report I could walk five miles or so by last summer.
Of course taking carbimazole to shut down the thyroid had a big effect, I'm not afraid to take meds when they are necessary, only when they are provided as an antidote to a crap diet.
I told him I had been eating the exact opposite of what the dietician told me, which had effectively controlled my blood glucose, insulin levels and IR, doubled my HDL and reduced my trigs to 1/10 of what they were, and had been doing so for eleven years now.
"Ah, a Paleo diet?" he said.
"Yes, and pretty much what my Gran used to eat, back in the days before there were "epidemics" of obesity and diabetes - except without all the pastry"
I've found not a few hospital doctors who are an order of magnitude more clueful than the average GP, almost certainly because they are more invested in results and less constrained by accounting clerks at the PCT. And of course as specialists they know more about less.
Way back in the early eighties when I finally got my gallstones diagnosed after five years of symptoms including a fair bit of agony, in retrospect the Consultant then had pretty much worked out "metabolic syndrome" for himself, long before Gerald Reaven, and had noted the increase and spread of many other diseases usually believed to be "genetic", ie. epigenetics.
He said that a typical gallstone patient used to be "fat, fair, forties, female, fertile" . . . and probably some more f's that I don't remember, but that they were not only becoming commoner but spreading to males and younger people especially.
No-one's perfect, of course in those days he blamed dietary fat when it's since become obvious that it is carbs, and the *lack* of fat. But he was in a position to notice reality when it differed from dogma.
All of the guys I met in the Cardiovascular department were clueful, but I don't think they expected me to recover without stents. I may still need their attention in the future, it remains to be seen, but so far they were as impressed with the improvement as I am.
Currently I'm only taking amlodipine for the BP and the carbimazole. Also I am supplementing the diet with vitamin D3 and fish oil. I may try krill oil and extra vitamin K2, see if I can't clear out more of the plaque.
To celebrate I took myself to the fish restaurant in Orford, where I ate Angels On Horseback - oysters wrapped in bacon and grilled, on toast and with salad (hence the sodding cucumber). After walking to the hospital and back from the side street where I usually park (a journey which made me hobble dreadfully this time last year) I walked from the restaurant to the fish shop the other end of town for a big fat bloater and some smoked cod's roe, in the process discovering a new butcher's shop which I will go back and try next time I'm in the vicinity.
Then I took myself to the beach and had a bracing walk in the breeze. Just a couple of miles though, it was not warm despite the nuclear reactors.
The sun went in just before I set out, and I drove through some light rain with the temperature gauge in the car showing 3 C. In Orford they told me they'd had snow. Then the sun came out again before disappearing into the clouds, by which time it was significantly warmer. Also I saw the first wallflowers out.