i figured since i didn't have the gigantic stroller, i'd take the stairs up to the second floor to my appointment today. winded from 2 flights of stairs? what the crap? then i get in to appointment and they get my weight. since i stopped nursing 2 weeks ago, i've put 10 pounds back on. well, then i was depressed for the rest of my appointment. it didn't help that my doctor was retarded and kept telling me that i needed all of these tests based on my weight - not even looking at my medical history, just assuming things. first he told me that he wanted me to have another glucose test done. i asked him why and he looked in my chart. he acted shocked and said "you didn't have gestational diabetes?" no. just because i'm fat doesn't mean i'm diabetic.
all during the appointment, he kept asking if i was alright. he said that i looked depressed and asked if he needed to set up an appointment for me with behavioral health for postpartum depression. i told him i was fine. i was just tired. not true. i should have told him that i was freaking out because i'm almost 300 pounds and can't blame it on a baby.
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Oh, Katz! I hear the getting winded over something minor ... running up and down the stairs twice today did the same thing to me. I started freaking out. AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa.
Hang in there. You can do it!
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