I have not talked about this on here but i retired from Gaining in December 2024
I have not had an easy time last year (2024).
First I had to go to the hospital in the first week of November (2024) because something had torn in my right knee, and when it had healed a good week later, I woke up in the morning and couldn't breathe.
It was an absolutely terrible day that I will never forget (unfortunately).
I woke up around 10am and had trouble breathing.
I called my mother and told her to come immediately and take me to the hospital. By the time she finally got here 45 minutes later, it had unfortunately gotten worse and it was impossible for me to get up, let alone walk to the car. We called an ambulance, which took another 45-60 minutes to arrive. He didn't do anything except determine that I couldn't breathe.
He knew how much I weighed and called a normal ambulance. It took another 30 minutes for the first ambulance to arrive. When the two people from the emergency services arrived, they realized that they couldn't transport me. At least they put an oxygen mask on me straight away and I was finally able to calm down a bit. My resting heart rate was over 120 and my blood oxygen was under 80% (normal is 95%). The emergency services then called a special ambulance for particularly heavy patients and the fire brigade, which took almost another hour to finally arrive.
Since we live in an apartment building with a very narrow staircase, the emergency services couldn't get into the apartment with the stretcher. I then heard 4 people from the emergency services and 11 firefighters discussing whether they should tear down the wall of our bedroom and use a crane to transport me to the ambulance... My panic level was rising again, but luckily my mother, who had watched the whole thing with horror, had the idea that the fire service could put me on my office chair and roll me out of the building, which is what they did. Finally I was able to be put on the stretcher and taken by ambulance to the nearest hospital that was equipped for someone of my weight.
After about 5 hours I was finally in the hospital and could finally be properly examined and treated. It took another 10 days before I could finally leave the hospital.
The whole thing was a very traumatic experience for me, especially since my husband couldn't be there because he was in Spain at his brother's wedding at the time.
But most of all the fact that it took over 5 hours to get me to the hospital.
I was almost lucky that I "only" had severe pneumonia. After all, everything was OK as long as I had an oxygen mask on and got enough oxygen. But what if I had had a heart attack? If I had needed an operation quickly?
I'm glad that everything turned out well, but I don't want to tempt fate, so I've decided to give up my career as a gainer . After my 40th birthday on January 10th, I'll lose weight, but how much? I don't know.
At my fattest i was 266kg/586lb now im down to 230kg/507lb.
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