As mentioned yesterday, I made a weight management appointment at my doctor for this morning. I made the appointment because I felt remorseful about my eating behavior yesterday and in general feel down-and-out over my sluggish weight loss.
Well, I didn’t see the doctor, but saw the nurse instead. My doctor’s office does this sometimes for last-minute patient appointments. The nurse conducts the visit with the patient, goes back to the doctor, gets sign-off for a prescription, and comes back. Anyway, I’d never seen this particular nurse before, and boy, did she have questions when I weighed in at 145 (three pounds lighter than when I saw the doctor last month, but two pounds heavier than what my office’s break room scale said yesterday, so who knows what to believe).
“Are you even working out?” she asked in a sweet little voice.
“Umm, I usually do, but I’ve been sick a lot in the last month, so…I think it’s better to stay out of the gym when you’re sick.”
“I agree,” she said, cocking her head and glancing at the weight written on my chart, “but are you eating healthy at all?”
“Most of the time,” I said, willing myself to refrain from shouting, “Hey, I’m wearing a pair of pants today that I haven’t worn since my senior year of high school! Does that matter to you at all?!”
“OK,” she said with a small sigh. “Well, here’s your prescription for Adipex, and come over here so I can give you your MIC shot.”
Wow. To some people, this exchange might seem benign enough, but women know other women, and I can tell you this conversation was laced with passive-aggressive tone. Not to mention the prescription for Adipex (Phentermine) and the MIC shot, both of which I hadn’t even asked for. But like the timid and obedient patient I am, I took both. I’ve enjoyed success on Phentermine in the past, and MIC is a simple metabolism-boosting shot.
After she administered the MIC shot, she handed me my chart and said, “Well, better luck with your weight loss.”
I tell you what, I paid my bill and scurried on out of there. What a way to start the day.
I better show positive results when I visit my doctor in four weeks, because I don’t want to have another conversation like today’s!