Dr. Peter Attia, like many new doctors, thought he had this whole healthy living thing figured out. So much so that when a woman came into his ER one night in 2006 with uncontrolled type II diabetes and needed a foot amputation, he had nothing but “bitter contempt” for her, for allowing herself to get that way. “If she’d just watch what she ate and exercised a little she wouldn’t be in this position,” he remembers thinking as he unceremoniously lopped off her limb.
So far, Attia’s story is like so many countless other doctor interactions with obese patients – sad, too common, and not terribly helpful. But then Attia’s story changes from the common narrative, in three important ways.
1. He recognized the unfairness of his attitude, even as he was thinking it.
2. He got metabolic syndrome – a precursor to type II diabetes – himself, just a few years later despite watching what he ate and “exercising four hours a day.”
3. He questioned the conventional wisdom about obesity, turning the research of it into his life’s work. Which led to a very interesting conclusion.
This is a gift that is ALWAYS appropriate to give…
Because skunk butthole.
Help! Someone call 911!! When you hear this on TV, people immediately come running to the rescue. In real life, as I learned on the 4th of July, sometimes it takes a minute to sink in. One minute we were happily taking an (inspired*) pre-fireworks walk with my friend J and her family and the next we were all staring dumbly at a man on the ground surrounded by his wife, young children, oh, and a rapidly spreading pool of blood. That was coming from his head. Specifically his ear. But not like a scrape on his ear. Like from in his ear. Did I mention there was blood everywhere?
That’s not good, I remember thinking. I’m no doctor but I’ve watched enough people fall off buildings on TV to know that blood gushing out of your nose and ears means massive internal bleeding. You know, the kind that means your character will definitely not be coming back next season. (Unless you’re on Pretty Little Liars. Nobody ever stays dead on that show. Not even the central character who is, by her very definition, a dead girl. I still watch. Feel free to commence judgement.) And like a TV show, it didn’t quite feel real.