I’m not typically much of a joiner, but since I’m really trying to expand my horizons and get out of my tiny shell, I figured I could try this one out. Amanda shared this on her blog the other day, and I thought it would be a really fun idea and thing to be a part of, so I joined in the fun!
Today’s promp? A conversation with your doctor.
Let me just start off by saying I don’t like doctors. At all. I’ve had one doctor my entire life that I actually trusted, and he was my knee surgeon. He looked at a 14 year girl and instead of calling her a wimp like every other doctor, he believed me. He scheduled me for knee surgery even though all the tests were negative. And he was right. He fixed my torn up knee, and if it wasn’t for him, who knows where my knee would be today.
But I digress.
I know doctors are important. And I appreciate all the hard work and schooling they put in. But when it comes to certain things, they are just dumb. And wrong.
I’ve been called fat by my doctors since I was about 13. My freshman year of high school started with a bang when my doctor told me I was overweight.
Here were my stats:
size 7-8 pants
Sound overweight to you? Well, according to that wonderful chart called the Body Mass Index, I was overweight.
Here are the doctors exact words, “Well your BMI is too high for your height. You are considered to be overweight. But, you don’t look overweight to me….”
Jeeze, thanks Doc.
Every year of high school I was required to get a physical so that I could play soccer. And every year, my doctor would tell me the exact same thing. My weight never changed drastically, maybe a few pounds higher or lower depending on the month, but each year, the doctor would regurgitate her same explanation. The BMI chart says your fat.
Hearing her basically call me fat year after year did nothing to help the ED I was battling. In fact, it was one of the driving forces. Oh crap, I have a doctors appointment soon. I better stop eating so that I can drop my BMI!
It took me a few years into college before I realized that the BMI chart was a complete load of crap. Did it take into consideration that I was an athlete? Or that I actually had muscle? Or that I didn’t eat fast food? Nope, it just judged me on my weight and height, and so did every doctor.
So like I said before, while I appreciate all the hard work doctors put in, sometimes I’d rather just punch them in the face. Because they just don’t think sometimes. They spew things from their mouths without realizing the effect that they can have. And the BMI chart? Seriously people, can we get rid of that stupid thing?
Do you have a good relationship with your doctor?
Have they ever told you something you don’t agree with?