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Apr. 8th, 2010 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickSo I went to the Stupid Doctor. Now, I went last October (Like the 25th or something) because Grandma had decided that we were all About To Die From Type 2 Diabetes. I went. Stupid Doctor said I had high cholesterol and that I should "stop eating fried foods" and "lose twenty pounds".
I weighed 176 lbs at the October doctor visit. That is quite arguably too many lbs for my frame at 5'7" tall. Stupid doctor had something of a point, there. BMI (Yes, yes, flawed number. Blah blah. It's concrete and easy-to-measure which is probably why Stupid Doctor uses it. Hell, that's probably why lots of stupid doctors use it.) was 27.6 in October. That's in the "Fat" range but not in the "REALLY Fat" range. "REALLY Fat" is 30. With new weight (161.2 so that you don't have to do the math), BMI is 25.2, which is still in the "Fat" range but, I guess, "less fat" than before. "Normal" doesn't kick in until 24.9. To get there, I can EITHER grow an inch (like that's gonna happen) or lose 3 lbs.
Now, I have lost just about fifteen pounds since the end of October. (Eat less. Exercise is optional. Eating less is not. Eat Less. Seriously.) I go in to doctor office. They weigh me. They note that on the file. Nurse does blood pressure and heart rate. Blood pressure is fine. She didn't tell me heart rate. Nurse leaves out gown and sheet, tells me to get naked, put on gown, yadda yadda.
I wait. Stupid Doctor comes in. Flips through file. Not on any medications, no changes blah blah. Doc says, "You've lost weight." I say, "Yes." Doc says, "Were you trying?" I say, "No, it was by magic." (Stupid Doctor TOLD ME to lose weight in October. She should have made a note or something so that she would remember what she told me.) Doc says, "So you were trying?" *grrr*
Doc does boob exam. Boobs are fine, I check 'em regularly. They are firm and kind of lumpy because I've never had babies (pregnancy thins out boob tissue, makes 'em floppier and easier to mammogram-squish and palpate) and because I drink caffeine. Doc is like, "Do you drink caffeine?" And yeah, I cop to two or three cans of diet coke a day as well as a couple mugs of tea in the evenings. Stupid Doc wisely does not tell me about how I should cut down on the caffeine but I can see she's thinking it.
Doc goes and puts gloves on to do pelvic. *sigh* Look, I'm pretty on board with this. I am not nervous and it doesn't hurt and I don't have any body modesty issues that would cause a problem. I am easy to do pelvic exams on and I have excellent muscle control and do not "tense up" when the medical profession goes to stick things into me. Stupid Doc goes to stick duck bill speculum thing in me, asks, "So, are your periods regular?" (This is a usual question for during-pelvic-exams.) Me: "Not anymore." Doc: "Really?" Me: "Yeah. They used to be like clockwork until I had the hysterectomy, whereupon they stopped abruptly and have not resumed."
SCORE!!
Look, Stupid Doctor. The nurse person gave you my chart. You are supposed to at least glance at it before you see me, and for more than just my name. I realize that I get a whopping seven minutes of your time for my "office visit". Try to make sure you are ready to optimize my seven minutes so that we don't have to go over shit you should already know from the fucking chart. Also, the nurse person *asked*, too. Actually, what she said was, "You still have all your girl parts, right?" and I said, "No. I had a hysterectomy, kept the ovaries but everything else is gone." I do not know how much more clear I should be, here.
Stupid Doctor inquired if I had children. No. Not relevant, either. I allowed as how I was horrified by the idea and reality of mammalian reproduction as well as by the significant and time-consuming burden and responsibility of raising children and therefore opted to never have any. I wish they'd quit asking me about children. Not all females are woo-woo-babies.
I asked Stupid Doctor if I could have a paperwork to get the bloodwork from last October redone. She said yes. Also scheduled a mammogram tomorrow morning 8 AM, joy, joy. I do not think I need a mammogram every damn year. I think one every three years is plenty. Stupid Doctor and I are not in agreement on this.
But I went, bloodwork tomorrow after mammogram. And then, with any luck, I will be all done for a year.
I weighed 176 lbs at the October doctor visit. That is quite arguably too many lbs for my frame at 5'7" tall. Stupid doctor had something of a point, there. BMI (Yes, yes, flawed number. Blah blah. It's concrete and easy-to-measure which is probably why Stupid Doctor uses it. Hell, that's probably why lots of stupid doctors use it.) was 27.6 in October. That's in the "Fat" range but not in the "REALLY Fat" range. "REALLY Fat" is 30. With new weight (161.2 so that you don't have to do the math), BMI is 25.2, which is still in the "Fat" range but, I guess, "less fat" than before. "Normal" doesn't kick in until 24.9. To get there, I can EITHER grow an inch (like that's gonna happen) or lose 3 lbs.
Now, I have lost just about fifteen pounds since the end of October. (Eat less. Exercise is optional. Eating less is not. Eat Less. Seriously.) I go in to doctor office. They weigh me. They note that on the file. Nurse does blood pressure and heart rate. Blood pressure is fine. She didn't tell me heart rate. Nurse leaves out gown and sheet, tells me to get naked, put on gown, yadda yadda.
I wait. Stupid Doctor comes in. Flips through file. Not on any medications, no changes blah blah. Doc says, "You've lost weight." I say, "Yes." Doc says, "Were you trying?" I say, "No, it was by magic." (Stupid Doctor TOLD ME to lose weight in October. She should have made a note or something so that she would remember what she told me.) Doc says, "So you were trying?" *grrr*
Doc does boob exam. Boobs are fine, I check 'em regularly. They are firm and kind of lumpy because I've never had babies (pregnancy thins out boob tissue, makes 'em floppier and easier to mammogram-squish and palpate) and because I drink caffeine. Doc is like, "Do you drink caffeine?" And yeah, I cop to two or three cans of diet coke a day as well as a couple mugs of tea in the evenings. Stupid Doc wisely does not tell me about how I should cut down on the caffeine but I can see she's thinking it.
Doc goes and puts gloves on to do pelvic. *sigh* Look, I'm pretty on board with this. I am not nervous and it doesn't hurt and I don't have any body modesty issues that would cause a problem. I am easy to do pelvic exams on and I have excellent muscle control and do not "tense up" when the medical profession goes to stick things into me. Stupid Doc goes to stick duck bill speculum thing in me, asks, "So, are your periods regular?" (This is a usual question for during-pelvic-exams.) Me: "Not anymore." Doc: "Really?" Me: "Yeah. They used to be like clockwork until I had the hysterectomy, whereupon they stopped abruptly and have not resumed."
SCORE!!
Look, Stupid Doctor. The nurse person gave you my chart. You are supposed to at least glance at it before you see me, and for more than just my name. I realize that I get a whopping seven minutes of your time for my "office visit". Try to make sure you are ready to optimize my seven minutes so that we don't have to go over shit you should already know from the fucking chart. Also, the nurse person *asked*, too. Actually, what she said was, "You still have all your girl parts, right?" and I said, "No. I had a hysterectomy, kept the ovaries but everything else is gone." I do not know how much more clear I should be, here.
Stupid Doctor inquired if I had children. No. Not relevant, either. I allowed as how I was horrified by the idea and reality of mammalian reproduction as well as by the significant and time-consuming burden and responsibility of raising children and therefore opted to never have any. I wish they'd quit asking me about children. Not all females are woo-woo-babies.
I asked Stupid Doctor if I could have a paperwork to get the bloodwork from last October redone. She said yes. Also scheduled a mammogram tomorrow morning 8 AM, joy, joy. I do not think I need a mammogram every damn year. I think one every three years is plenty. Stupid Doctor and I are not in agreement on this.
But I went, bloodwork tomorrow after mammogram. And then, with any luck, I will be all done for a year.
