So here I was down to about 750lbs wondering what I can do to get myself back on track. Day after day trying to just figure out what the hell I was going to do with myself. I was feeling good about what I have done so far but I was also on a very slippery slope and I had actually started to gain weight back to some degree. But my body was telling me about the price I had paid for being so large. After my attempts to leave my ex wife the YO YO effect of dieting is horrible to say the least. The balance of blood sugar, vitamins, and the liver & kidney issues is a circus act to say the least. There were days when I would feel like a million bucks and a few hrs later feel like shit. The only insurance I had was a little known thing called MEDI-CAL and it was a welfare thing that you received along with your Social Security disability AKA SSI. So between getting to the Dr's and paying the co pays I was really strapped for cash no matter what I did and I live in freaking California....
So I moved down to San Diego where my brother had moved to some months prior to this happening to me, this is all happening owww lets say early 80's like 83-85 or so. My mother had moved back to Las Vegas and I was all alone in LA living near the crazy lady who still tried to get me to eat food for her whacky ways. So I moved in with some of my brothers friends and I found a little job doing computer repair etc. Well one day a few months later my mother called and tells me about a Dr she had seen on the Rosanne Barr show and he was speaking of to Rosanne about her getting the surgery done herself. WEll the phone number sat on a post it note for 6 months along with a sticky note untouched till one day when my mom calls and makes her usuall inquieries as to my life as she always had and she asks me about the weight loss and if I had made the call.
Well I told her I had not but as usual I promised to do it and much to my surprise I actually did it and after the initial phone call from my mom I actually made the call.
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