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