So I had bloodwork done on the 13th and went to the doctors this past Tuesday to go over the results. The bloodwork was mainly just to check general levels of all sorts of things before moving ahead with the surgeon’s office for gastric bypass.
- Cholesterol: Perfect
- Liver: Perfect
- Bloodsugar: They did two checks here, one was a 6.3% and the other was a different # at 103. I don’t remember what they were for and he didn’t provide me with any other info because he’s a jerk. But needless to say, my 6.3% means I am below average for risk of Diabetes which is great news. The 103 mean I was okay, and still below pre-diabetic range, but it was higher than he would like. Essentially my blood sugar is fine, but my weight will continue to be a factor. Since I live in a no-sugar household for the most part (shame work isn’t the same…) then I am doing okay here.
- Vitamin D: Very low………FAIL. And he is going to put me on 50,000 IU a week for a few weeks. That’s a lot of vitamin D. In general research it seems like 1,000/day is normal? I dunno. Either way I’m going to take his prescription, then I’ll start taking Cod Liver Oil (pill form) supplements and have been enjoying more sunshine anyway.
So as far as firing my doctor goes…
We got onto the discussion of, how I got to this level of weight gain since highschool. I’ve pretty much pinpointed my weight issues to two areas of my life. I started briefly gaining weight after my parents divorced in 88, and then started -really- gaining after my husband cheated on me in 98. So this leads me to think I am an emotional eater, makes sense. Life is a lot better these days so I haven’t gained any weight in the last couple years, which is good.
My guess was the sedentary lifestyle I have was a pretty big factor, but he said no that it couldn’t be that because of the amount of weight I have wouldn’t -just- be lack of exercise. So he starts asking about my eating habits. I said they were fairly normal, there were occasions where I might stuff myself but they were usually rare and only during something special like Thanksgiving or something.
The doctor continues prodding in the area of portions and asked me what my normal meals were like. I told him I try to do 5 small meals a day. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, and I bring healthy snacks inbetween at work. Usually these consist of grapes, carrots + hummus, yogurt, etc. Not perfect, but okay.
So he says “What do you mean, snacks..”. I said for example I brought in a small amount of grapes today. And he’s like “hold on a minute…now I’m quoting you here, you said you had a small amount of grapes. What you deem ‘small’ is likely not the same as normal people.”
“No….by small I mean I brought in a sandwich bag of grapes to work as my 2 snacks throughout the day.”
“Are you in the habit of hiding in the closet to eat food?”
“…..what?”
“I think you don’t understand portion size and what you think is small is really a huge platter of food.”
By this time I’m getting pissed off and decide to keep my mouth shut just to get the appointment over with. But the entire 45 minute appointment was like this. Very condescending. And my boyfriend pointed out this guy has never tried to do a test on me for some sort of “alternative” problem. Which I don’t really suspect that there -is-, but my friend Anna says I don’t eat nearly enough food for my size.
I don’t know, either way I’m firing my doctor, finding a new one, and I’m starting the nutrition training next month from the surgeon’s office which I am really excited about.
*eats some fucking grapes*
