So. An entry or two back, I mentioned some positive news I received from recent bloodwork and expressed my frustration with weight gain. Over the past two years, I have gained over 30 pounds. I’m just over 5 feet tall. That is a LOT. Each and every time I’ve gone to see my doctor I’ve brought this up. Each and every time I’ve seen her I’ve told her about my increase in physical activity, the care I take with my food intake, you name it. I even told her about training for and completing the Avon walk (39.2 miles in 2 days) last year.
We adjusted my thyroid meds – didn’t help. She said that chemo and radiation probably trashed my metabolism. In November I complained again. ‘Well let’s test for fasting glucose, you could be in danger of getting diabetes.’. So I let the vampires take my blood. The response? ‘Glucose levels are higher than target. Diet and exercise might help’. Excuse me? What the hell have I been doing all this time?
This week I had an appointment with my Oncologist and expressed my frustration with the situation. She disagreed with the chemo/radiation theory. Yes they did make me gain weight but I actually lost it all until 2 years ago. Five minutes into our conversation, she says ‘something’s not right’ and tells me I need to see an Endocrinologist. She’ll call my doctor and get the referral going. Cool, right?
Wrong. Long story short, when I got home that night I had a voice mail from my doctor. She wants to send me to a clinic that specifically treats Diabetes 2 patients and to put me on a medication to treat Diabetes. ‘But’ she says, ‘one of the side effects is that it helps you lose weight’! Whee! Isn’t that grand? She fucking wants to medicate me for a disease I don’t have. Shortly after that I got a call from my Oncologist, who’s very worried because when she tried to talk to my doctor about my problem, the doctor’s response was ‘she needs to exercise’ and when it was brought to her attention that I do, she answered, ‘maybe it’s her age’. The woman didn’t believe me when I told her what I was doing to improve my health.
Needless to say – I was seething. Didn’t sleep at all that night.
I placed a complaint against her with Stanford (Yeah. Stanford. NOT Kaiser, the one with the bad rep.) I have to say, they have good people working to help angry and frustrated customers. Two hours later, I got a phone call from my doctor. “Oh, I’m SO sorry!” “Half of Americans are overweight and most of them don’t do anything about it but I know you ARE the 1% exception.” “Oh no you don’t have Diabetes, I know that, we want to prevent that and you’re doing a great job working so hard!”
I thanked her for her apology.
And told her she was fired.