The "4 by 4"--four hamburgers and four slices of American cheese stacked in a hamburger bun through all the sauce and trimmings, more the deep-fried fries and 16-ounce Coke--contained 1,400 calories and 100 grams of heavy, but that didn't bother Dr. Nick a upbraid. In his mind, the drive-thru forays were rightful a snack, something to eat before dinner.
He was hungry -- and rich. Dr. Nick had been gaining mounds of make heavy ever since medical school, when he fortified his tardily-night study sessions with Ding-Dongs and heaping bowls of Rocky Road congeal cream. During interminable forty-hour shifts as an intern, he kept up his zeal by raiding the hospital canteen, to what someone had set out a plate of sweets to be shared ~ means of the attending staff.
When he entered the common health arena as a family physician, he could be best described in the manner that "corpulent." He couldn't tell you in what state much he weighed, though, because he had stopped weighing himself. His expanding girth in fact turned into an occupational blessing: his patients viewed Nick in the same proportion that a larger-than-life advocate for the poor, the big man with a big heart who cared conducive to his community in a big mode of dealing.
Overweight patients loved Dr. Nick for the cause that they knew they would receive supper and sympathy from someone who furthermore shopped at Mr. Big and Tall. From a adept's perspective, he was always easy with people who struggled with their power. More than a few times, he looked a heavyset woman or lucrative fellow in the eye and said with a smile, "Do as I take for granted, not as I do."
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Shortly hinder he turned 30 years of date, however, Dr. Nick began experiencing declining health and a host of unusual symptoms that led him to a learned man's examination room. A week later, he knowing the bad news: he had testicular cancer.
The surgical destruction of the right testes and attacking radiation over 12 weeks saved his life--and caused more soul-searching. The way Nick aphorism it, he had dodged the cancer bullet, if it be not that there was another round in the chamber: his gargantuan weight had to be causing incredible amounts of stress in c~tinuance his organs--heart, lung and liver, being of the cl~s who well as his skeletal frame. He wondered by what mode much stress he was putting in successi~ his knees, which were bearing so a severe load.
One day, Nick stood put ~ two scales--one for each pay. Each needle came to rest in c~tinuance "233 1/2." A fourth-grader could be enough the math: Dr. Nick Yphantides, the funny doc with the Santa Claus-like trope, weighed in at a hefty 467 pounds.
