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Nice. I went to the doc today. Apparently I'm a "little puzzle." Okay. I'll take it. At least you admit something's not right. Thanks. And thanks millions for not informing me I'm obese. Here's how it usually goes.
Me: I have back pain, unusual menses, tingling limbs, blood sugar issues, headaches, yadda yadda.
Doc: Blah blah blah..You are obese.. start by losing 5 or 10 lbs and then see me again.
Me: (serious Allie McBeal ..read Allie McBITCH moment) REALLY? ME? FAT? OH MY GOD? ARE YOU SURE? IS IT SERIOUS? JESUS? IS THAT WHAT THE ZERO AFTER THE TWO IN MY JEANS MEANS? I THOUGHT IT WAS TWO "OR" ZERO. NOT TWENTY. SHIIIIITTTTT. THIS EXPLAINS SO MUCH. MOTHER EFFF. NOW I UNDERSTAND WHY MY ASS DIDN'T FIT IN MY WEDDING GOWN ANYMORE, OR FOR THAT MATTER, MY CHEERLEADER UNIFORM FROM HIGH SCHOOL. OH MY GOD. THINGS MAKE SO MUCH MORE SENSE NOW, DOCTOR. NOW I SEE WHY YOU MAKE THE LOOT. JEEZY PETE'S IS THIS WHY IT TAKES SO LONG TO GET THROUGH MED SCHOOL? GOD ALMIGHTY, SIR, You SHOULD RETIRE NOW, because the revelation you have just stumbled upon has to be up there with curing cancer...someone PLEASE FRIKKING notify the NOBEL people. Can I start writing your memoirs now?
Doc: Ma'am, I'm going to come back when you've had a moment to collect yourself.
Me: Maybe you should go play a few rounds of golf. It could be a while. I'm fat, and collecting all of myself could take some serious doing.
Doc: Disbelieving stare.
Me: No, really. It never occurred to me to attempt to lose weight. Aside from the serious discomfort and self loathing, I hadn't realized that a number of health problems could possibly stem from obesity. I was "sleep walking" and THAT is how I realized that exercise was making my limbs go numb. Dumbass.
Anyway. You see where I'm going with this. Put the fat girl in the corner and ignore her and her OBVIOUS addiction to food until she can prove herself worthy of your serious medical attention.
So today my doc says.. "How many times a week would you say your feet/legs tingle/go numb/or have pain?"
I tell her, "Let's forgo that number and let me tell you how many times it happened YESTERDAY."
I guess what I am trying to say is this. I started journaling EVERYTHING. I started here with fatsecret and my food. I can prove to them that I AM DIETING the way the nutritionist says, and I can print these records out and take them my exercises and my diet and my vitamin intake and notes of taking my meds. I keep up with my monthly cycles (on my mobile app which prints to my comp, too). And I even started keeping up with EVERY time my feet or hands go numb and when my back hurts and when I get head aches. I printed all this and took it to them. Printed paper has no emotion. Docs turn off when you turn on emotion. Printed paper is much more clinical. That they understand. It is factual as long as you keep it that way. I accomplished something today.
1.I left with a glucose monitor (I am not entirely convinced my meds are working and I want to actively keep up with what foods are affecting my blood sugar levels and my headaches)
2. I left with a referral to a neurosurgeon instead of the doc telling me that I probably just had shin splints because I was trying impact aerobics while carrying 100 extra pounds.
3. I got an immediate EKG to rule out heart problems because I expressed my concern over the numbness in my hands. (MOST WOMEN WON'T CONSIDER HEART DISEASE AT AN EARLY AGE!! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF and speak up)
My doc today admitted she didn't know what was wrong, and she also admitted it could take a while to find out. That is OKAY with me. I appreciate honesty over arrogance. My last arrogant doc who told me I was addicted to food instead of reading my glucose test results was fired. (by me, not by the Army)
My current doc also asked me how frequently I experience pain. I told her that it wasn't a matter of how frequently I experience it, but how much I had become accustomed to tolerating at any given time. I am not a wimp. I am not lazy just because I am fat. I am strong and I always have been. I made bad choices and I didn't take care of my body. There is a difference between hard work/soreness and pain. I told her I wasn't telling her my body parts hurt to get pain meds. She can look at my pharma record (Army Hospital) and see that all the pain meds she has called in for me still sit there like I told her they would. I don't believe in treating the symptoms. I want answers. Seriously, they better keep listening to my questions else they will see my Queen sized arse parked on their player piano in the lobby of the hospital explaining about being fat. Yep. You heard right. Player piano. Queen. B.
Hmmm...if I lived in the civilian world, perhaps I could park a treadmill in the lobby and walk it to prove I'm not lazy and just press an alarm every time my blood sugar goes out of range or every time my feet or arms start tingling. Maybe someone would listen then. That would be funny. Somebody call me a news crew.
ooohhhh on another note.. unrelated. My kid got this awesome scooter at a garage sale this weekend, but she's a bummer and won't let me ride it very much. You have to wiggle your bum to make it go. She's not a fair sharer, though. I do wake up before her though.
Diet Calendar Entries for 23 August 2011:
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1012 kcal
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Fat: 41.32g | Prot: 71.95g | Carb: 92.02g.
Breakfast: GoGo Pro Shake. Lunch: ThinkThin Protein Bars- Tangerine Creamsicle. Dinner: feta, mushroom, tomato, olive oil, ground beef. Snacks/Other: Vanilla strawberry jubilation yogurt & sorbet bar, cheesecake. more...
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3788 kcal
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Activities & Exercise:
Roller Blading - 30 minutes, Sitting - 2 hours, Walking (slow) - 2/mph - 2 hours, Shopping - 4 hours, Resting - 7 hours and 30 minutes, Sleeping - 8 hours. more...
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