…and technically this is a follow up to being in the hospital with pancreatitis.
Like seriously I have seen doctors since then so I’m not sure what the point is, but I have yet to see my actual PCP, so it’s probably good.
I need to talk to him anyway because I am probably leaving his practice in the middle of next month.
I really like him, it isn’t that, but his office is ridiculously far away and gas is so expensive, it’s just not really helpful for me and my needs at this point.
We’ll see when I meet with the new doctor if I like her.
Anyway, I am a little nervous to see him because I have to tell him about how the eating disorder is active again. He didn’t really take it seriously last time it was, and so I doubt he will this time either honestly.
I mean, he put it in my chart, but most doctors ignore it when they look at me. I think they think I’m “recovered” based on my size, or I “should” have one. Honestly.
This is also partially why I’m moving to a female clinician. I feel like she will be a little more sensitive. Like I can get her to pull the “obese BMI” garbage off my chart etc. that doesn’t need to be there. If someone looks at me they can see that and it doesn’t need to live on my medical chart for me to see all the time.
Anyway, good times to be had by all. Just a little stressed I guess. I hate the scale in his office because it’s higher than mine. I also hate that they print out my weight and BMI on my discharge papers every. single. time.
I might ask him not to. Or just ask them not to give me the papers.
I’ll figure it out.
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