I hate going to the doctor
March 25, 2008 by angelique
Filed under Women's Health
I’m serious. I really loathe going to the doctor. My head could be falling off and I’d just say, “Eh, I can duct tape it on and it’ll heal.”
Ironically, I adore our family physician, a woman who studied in India and Britain and an all-around fabulous human being with the warmth of the sun. She’s an amazing person and I enjoy our conversations.
But I hate going to her. And I’m going tomorrow for a regular check-up.
Uggh.
Since this is an ED-related blog, I suppose some of you can guess why I loathe the doctor’s visit. It’s THE SCALE. Not the chilly speculum, not the medicines, not the “talk about my bod”. The freakin’ scale.
Yep, I’m a 36-year-old mommy and I’m terrified of stepping on that beast.
See, with all my recovery and happiness and ability to eat normally (for the most part), I freeze in fear when I look at the numbers. If they are “too high” (and that can be by half a pound, by the way), my day… nay, week… will be ruined. RUINED. And I know it’s ridiculous.
Really, I do know that.
Now, if the weight is lower than usual, I enter a state of pure bliss and immediately reward myself with something nice, like a slice of cheesecake for dessert.
It’s a sickness, and I wonder if it affects people who never had an ED? What do you think?
Yes, I think everyone hates this. At least all women I know. And I hated it long before ED behavior grabbed a hold of me.
I’ve started closing my eyes when I get on it now just to save myself the anxiety, but one time the dumb nurse felt the need to read the number outloud. Thanks, lady.
DG:
You know, I was never good at the closing my eyes thing. I’m way too curious for my own good, I guess.
You should have bonked that nurse on the head with a blood pressure cuff!
Even without a history of ED, I still despise “that part” of the visit. It’s a giant slug in the gut when the office’s reading differs from what I think (hope!) it will be.
Want to hear something ridiculous? I seriously try to make my appointments in the summer if at all possible, so I’ll have less weight from clothing to influence that Magic Number. Pathetic, eh?
Liberty:
I hear ya. It’s FREEZING this morning and I’m planning to wear a skirt… only because the material is less weighty than my jeans.
It’s totally pathetic. Last night, I got into a panic and thought, “I may have to beg them not to weigh me!” However, my son is coming along for the ride, and that would look so bizarre to him! That wouldn’t be fair at all. So I guess I have to suck this up and hope for the best.
God, I hope I don’t cry or anything.
I think with today’s size-obessed society, more and more people are fearing the scale. Since more and more people now according to the BMI, are considered extremely fat.
I don’t know if it’s as upsetting as it would be for people with an ED, but alot of women assume if they weigh you the next thing will be “the diet talk”, and nobody wants to hear that.
Jackie:
I agree with you. No one wants to have the “you’ve gained weight since your last appointment” talk. No one. Especially when you’re well aware that you’ve gained weight and would rather have a root canal sans novocaine than discuss it!