Ok, I went to the doctor today because I have a sore throat, earache, and feel like I have a weight on my chest. Normally, I would just take my NightQuil or DayQuil (sp?) and go about my business, however, I have found out that I have liver problems and can't use anything with alcohol or (some word I can't say...let alone spell...a pain killer found in Tylenol) and these have both!!
So, anyway, I get to the doctor's office and wait for an hour (like I have nothing better to do with my time...but in their defense, they did tell me they would "squeeze" me in). Then when they do call me in the nurse says, "Please take off your coat and step on the scales." Ok, something you 'need' to know about me is that I am very heavy... not in my mind (where I'm a size two...or at least a size 8) and not so obese that I need 2 chairs or am wheezing after a short walk, but I am big enough that my BMI and my liver problems would allow me to have the weight loss surgery. So, when the nurse asks me to remove my coat before stepping on the scale, I just looked at her and said, "Like I'd step on the scale with it on." Not that it mattered because I had put on 10 pounds in two weeks...I have a friend that says that's not possible...but I have a scale that says it is.
So, when the doctor comes into the room...takes care of everything I had come to see her for...she then tells me (like she does 1-2 times a month when I come in for monitoring) that I am overweight and need to lose weight if I want my liver to heal and work properly. Does this woman think that I don't know that??? Does she think that I don't realize that my clothes don't fit??? That I don't have a scale??? That I haven't packed on 5o lbs. since my son was born (and remember...he's adopted so I can't blame this on hard to lose baby fat!)??? I'm pretty sure that I scrubbed the "I'm an idiot" tattoo off my forhead before I went into the Dr.'s office.
Am I the only person out there that has this happen to them? Although when I picture myself, I see a size 8...I know I am much bigger than this. I've seen pictures of the person that I'm told is me. I've seen the fat person that stands between the me that's a size 8 and the mirror. I've tried to make her disappear but the witch just stuck out her tongue and got acne. Now, I think she's trying to grow a beard!! UGGGGHHHHHH!
I think I just need to go take my meds and go to sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel better. I know for sure that I would if the fat chick between me and the mirror would just go away!
Pleasant dreams!
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