Back in March, I wrote a post about getting weighed at a doctor's office where the nurse made all sorts of unhelpful comments about my weight. I went back for a follow-up appointment this morning and, joy of joys, they weighed me again. I had a different nurse than last time but no worries! this one enjoyed talking about my weight too.
Some of her better lines:
- "Aren't you a light one!"
- "Well, that was different. I've been weighing old ladies all morning."
- "I hope you didn't take offense when I called you 'thin' - it came from a place of admiration. And jealousy."
She's not quite at the level of the radiology technician who did my bone density scan two winters ago. That gem of a medical professional told me - direct quote, people - "Sometimes I wish I had a little anorexia too, just to lose some weight." And yes, she was directly addressing the XX-lb nineteen-year-old girl with severe osteopenia in the spine and both hips.