Is that a mail-order degree or what?

Hi guys,

I used to have a serious problem with sleep-walking for about a year and a half. Every night I would find myself falling over some obstacle in my home and actually ended up breaking my nose three times over the summer. Luckily the final break knocked it straight so it was all for the best.

I decided to go to a clinic to see if I could get help with my weight and sleep issues. This was again another new office and a new doctor for me. I went in, got weighed and cracked a few nervous jokes to avoid hearing the actual weight that I was. Then I ambled into the office and sat on the edge of that giant table of doom we have all come to know and dread. This doctor was recommended by a couple of people that I knew and so I had high hopes from the beginning. I have scars on my arms from sleepwalking and falling into things and having things fall on top of me, so I have a few battlescars but nothing too distracting.

When he came in the room he gave me the once over. Then told me that he could only help me if I was completely honest with him. Of course I agreed, honesty is after all the best policy. Then he asked me how long I had been doing meth. I laughed. But soon I could see he wasn't kidding.

He told me that there was no way he could help me unless I admitted I had a problem. Now, I have many problems, too many to name here, but METH is NOT one of them. I told him that I don't use meth but he returned with saying that he sees it alot with people my size, that we are so depressed with our size that we turn to meth to help with losing weight. He was so sure that I was on it that he didn't help me at all. He only said that when I come back that I should be ready to be honest. Not only that, he also said that people my size usually crush their own feet under themselves and was amazed that I was able to move around.

WHO ARE THESE DOCTORS? I have seen many people, even bigger than me, that are able to walk and function. Should I call Ripley's Believe It or Not? Are we freaks of the fat community? I have been walking for a long time. Maybe I don't have feet. Maybe they have been worn down to hard fat stumps that just clump along. (Just kidding, they are just plain old regular feet.)

Keep in mind that there are many doctors that are good at what they do, and there are also a bunch of jerks pretending to care about others but looking for a fat paycheck instead of helping fat patients.

Did you have to go to college for that degree?

So, my fellow fatties, have any of you had nightmare experiences with the medical community?
Aside from the usual comments I have had some of the strangest experiences with doctors. I have a problem with my legs swelling. I mean like i end up with little smokey toes and feet that look like they are made out of playdoh. Well, in my quest for answers to why I swell up quicker than a balloon hooked up to helium, I took a co-workers advice and went to a local Dr.'s office here in Spokane.

Now, I think everyone gets a little nervous when meeting a new physician for the first time. It's like seeing someone you had a one night stand with over and over only you are the one naked and they get to poke and prod you, and not in a good way.

Well, this time was no different. I met this doctor and after listening to my complaints, his first response was, "I know what your problem is, your fat", and this comment came with him poking me in my nether-regions. (Thats the part of your tummy that anyone close to you knows is hands off) This jackass somehow decided that he knew what was wrong. He then proceeded to tell me what my problem was, "You are fat and no one wants to have sex with you and you are depressed."

WOW! Is that all. I know of about 20 dirtbags that'll do me in a New York minute just to get some action. Shit, I could put a bag on their heads and sacrifice my integrity all for the sake of medical advancement if that is all it takes. C'mon now. The scary thing is that some people really think like that. Who is this bastard to decide that my being overweight is due to lack of sex.

Unfortunately, I am not good with confrontation and so I just sat there, being poked and insulted, smiling like a dummy and taking it all in.

Then this med school reject told me that once he got me to lose the weight he was going to prescribe me to sleep with the first 10 men I see to get my self-esteem back on track.

If that is all it takes, I should be the most confident woman in the civilized world.

Anyway, I proceeded to take his crap, put it away in the back of my mind and walked out of that office babbling like a toddler.

NO, I don't want to make a follow up appointment! The famous last words as I exited the building and curled up in a defeated ball on my bed with a Caramello to make me feel better.

WHY didn't I complain? No Idea. Now this pig is out there telling crap like this to other young beautiful size challenged women. AAARRRGGGGH