270 days after my dad passed away with Alzheimer’s, the emergency room doctors admitted me to the Intensive Care Unit.
The culprit was a bleeding ulcer. The loss of blood, the quantity, was atypical and my organs were beginning to shut down. It was life threatening.
After four days in ICU and one in a regular room, they discharged me with a serious warning. My lifestyle needed changing, and quickly, if I wanted the best chance at living a long and healthy life.
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