Like most overweight women, I dread going to a doctor– especially, most especially, a new doctor.
You never know if a doctor is going go treat you like a second-class citizen if you’re obese. Worse? They’ll diagnose you fat before they listen to what brought you into the office in the first place. There are some great pieces about this on the Dances with Fat blog.
I scheduled an appointment for a regular check-up with my new doctor here in Florida because I hadn’t had one in a while. To my surprise, I had a wonderful experience. Not one person– the staff, nurses, or the doctor herself mentioned anything about my weight. Even after I weighed in on the scale. As part of the check-up, the doctor said she wanted to run a series of blood tests, and I complied willingly.
I took the blood tests and made a second appointment. The tests came back terrific. No problems with cholesterol, high blood pressure, diabetes, or thyroid. All within the normal range. The cholesterol could have slightly been better, but nothing to worry about at all. She did note that I had some B-12 issues, and I told her that was hereditary. I remember my father having issues as he aged. She was very concerned about this, and we set about to put a program in place to raise my levels.
Never once did she mention my size.
It’s as if I were a “normal” person, which in fact, I am. How refreshing. I will drink to that.