Today I went to the doctor to have a lingering cough checked out. I've seen this doctor a number of times but not in at least six months. He walked into the examination room and said "you look different." I said "yes, I've put on some weight." To which he responded "OH YES. OH YES YOU HAVE. GET ON THE SCALE." I was then faced with an ungodly weight after enduring the shame of having my doctor basically call me fat. He may have well started oinking.
My mother tried to make me feel better by saying "maybe you're just not a size six anymore." Well, no, I'm not. But I have 20 pairs of pants that are a size six, all my suits are a size six, all my skirts are a size six.
I know I'm fat. I get it. I had an idea that I was fat after not being able to pull my regular jeans over my hips. It wasn't that I couldn't zip them up. I couldn't get them on.
Still. Show some decorum, Doctor Padala. Don't rub my big, chunky face in it.
I'm pretty bummed out.
But I guess I could have bigger problems.
So your doctor's "practice" is to see how much of an asshole he can be? That's fabulous. I'd be bummed out, too, and mighty pissed off. Letter-writing pissed off, that is! Can you tell I'm upset?
ReplyDeleteAnyway, Spring begins Sunday: Here comes the sun, baby!
Love ya.
This is your mother even though it says I am you. You are beautiful! Your doctor is not very compassionate. Your weight gain is not your fault, it is a medication issue. It is not caused by you overeating. You can beat this! I love you!
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