kfc put me in the hospital
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Finger lickin’ good?
The KFC locations in Minneapolis closed recently. As I sawthe boarded up windows, I felt nostalgic. After all, KFC putme in the hospital.
I was 17 years old. KFC was our family’s traditional Fridayfare. Even though I had been diagnosed with gall bladderstones just the previous year, I thought nothing of regularlyeating fried foods. Besides, I loved fried chicken andbiscuits!
That night, I suffered a burning pain in my abdomen. This isthe same problem I had been having nearly every monthsince my gall bladder stones were discovered. The pain ofthe “attack” is comparable in intensity to labor pain. Likelabor, the pain comes in waves. Like labor, the pain canleave you sweating and straining. Unlike labor, the paindoes not result in a bundle of joy.
This time, the pain didn’t go away after several hours. I wasstill sweating come the dawn. Finally, my worried mom took me to the hospital.
I was scheduled for emergency surgery. The gall stone had actually plugged up my pancreatic duct, which wasback-washing bile into my stomach and making me even more ill. Luckily, the gall bladder is not a necessary organ. It was removed, along with the offensive stone.
The surgery was not without its perils. I needed a blood transfusion the next day, and took a week to recover. Mystomach bloated to incredible proportions. My mom later confessed that she was afraid I was going to die.
I didn’t die. I went to my junior prom shortly after being discharged from the hospital. My beautiful green prom dressneeded to be taken out to accommodate my bloated stomach. I was also unable to do much dancing.
KFC is not a source of fear for me, despite its role in my emergency surgery at 17. Regardless of the reason for therestaurant closings, I know that my eating choices are what caused my medical troubles. KFC was just the vehicle.
What is the vehicle that is driving you away from your own health goals?