A collection of random ramblings and thoughts written to real people in this big scary world

a collection of random ramblings and thoughts written to real people in this big scary world

Sunday, 12 February 2012

Dear Doctor,

You are harsh and mean and scary.
You called me in for an appt but made me feel like I shouldn't have been there, I feel so unsupported and unhappy and was shaking by the time I left your office, you have no idea do you??

You're making me have a bone-density scan in the hope to 'shock' me out of all this- I'm not even thin enough to be classed as 'in this', can't you see all the fat? Are you talking about someone else?!

Not only is it scary that I have to have vits/minerals/endless tablets to supplement my food intake you wouldn't even tell me if they were veggie or not (one lot wasn't so now I have to go back to you for one that is). You now tell me that I have to be weighed once a month each time I go for a blood test with the nurse.
I managed to escape all this monitoring and now it has all crept up on me again.

Last time I had a blood test, not only did it hurt like hell, the nurse told me I was too dehydrated to fill a whole pot up (but thankfully what she did get was useful enough to whoever tested it) and you told me to drink more next time I come in so its easier... of course I can't drink more! I don't drink AT ALL unless I'm sat down having a weak moment or Mum won't let me leave without taking a sip---- so how does this work then? Who in the right mind would drink before getting weighed? How am I supposed to drink something, have a blood test and then be weighed without peeing it out first????
I had a slip with some squash the other day, I was so thirsty and couldn't help but drink a glass, which turned into 2.... the shame I felt was horrible. I must have sat on the toilet for a good hour or so squeezing my stomach trying to pee it all out.
That's become a bit of a habit now, sitting on the toilet trying to get stuff out- even if I know its not been digested yet; I can't help it, I sit there for hours trying sooooo hard to get it out- if only I could manage to throw it up, things would be so much easier- even if I can't get any results, it makes me feel better for trying.

So you see doctor, how can I tackle this situation?? Do you want blood from me- or do you want me to be weighed??

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