Dont' Eat, in Order to Live

Three days ago I was found to have a pulmonary embolus, which actually penetrated my left lung and caused a pulmonary infarction. That means that living lung tissue began to die. Luckily, it was caught in time, totally by accident--I went to the ER on Thursday thinking I had pulled muscle while working out, or perhaps torn a ligament or even, heaven forbid, cracked a rib.  That is the kind of pain I was in after an hour and a half of very light cardio, and doing various exercises which were geared to my age and limitations, which at the time I thought was only arthritis, being overweight and out-of-shape.

Turns out something else was going on, which I had no clue about at the time. A couple of hours after coming home from the gym, I felt a sharp pain in my left rib-cage area.  The rest is history.

My life has now changed.  I am on a blood-thinnning drug, and until it becomes therapeutic I have to inject myself with a blood-thinning agent in a syringe.

And to add insult to injury, it's chazer treif.  Literally. It's made from porcine mucosa. disgusting, I know.  To top that, I've got to limit my intake of vitamin K, the Klotting vitamin.  And what foods, pray, contain vitamin K?  The foods all the dieticians tell you to eat: dark green leafy vegetables.  They were once nirvana, and are now pariah. 
To be continued...