the TRUTH behind my dizzy spells!
Home sick again, today. Slept for 13 hours before crawling to the couch to continue laying there. It had been agreed upon that if I stayed home again, I was going to the doctor.
My primary care doctor had already left for the day, but another doctor in the same office had appointments available, and I didn't want to miss school tomorrow for an appointment. Dr Goode @ 1:45, it was, then.
He's nice, my mother says. He's the parent of one of my former students, mother says.
El oh el.
The first words out of my mouth when my mother and I walked out of the doctor's office today were:
"So. Carrie. Did any of what he said seem pretty blatantly offensive to you, too?"
In short?
He accused me -repeatedly- of being anorexic. I don't mean subtly, either.
And of possibly using Sudafed as a recreational drug to get high.
On the anorexic note, the most amusing moment was when he stared intently at me as he told my mother, in regard to what should be done to fix my eating habits, "Oh, she knows what she needs to do to fix them."
That was after, of course, having questioned me thoroughly on how I feel about myself if I look in the mirror naked (Dr: "Do you think you are fat? Thin? Perfect?" Me: "...I think I'm pretty damn perfect, thanks"), if I would get depressed if I gained 5lbs ("...No, I'd be pretty fine with that"), and wanted to know if I weighed myself frequently, if I frequently felt depressed or "inadequate," or if I had any other obsession with my weight/appearance.
He also told my mother to be wary of what I eat, because while I might look like I'm eating enough, I'm really just tricking her into thinking so. Just because it looks like I can't gain weight no matter what I eat, it's not true. It's all a trick. I know what I need to do to fix it.
Any time that she or I pointed out that I eat like a horse, he accused me of skipping meals when she wasn't around, or of over-exercising so that I'd never reach my required # calories.
There were also one or two comments about how trying to be like a model wasn't actually healthy, and just because I had a pretty face and was slightly tall didn't mean I had to be as thin as them. "It might look good in a magazine, but it's not good for you!"
He did say that the next steps would be to see an Ear, Nose & Throat doctor, and then move on to a Neurologist, but he was absolutely certain that before calling any other doctors, I should first change allergy medicines to something without sudafed in it, and that my mother should have me keep a detailed food log.
...I don't think I'll be going back to see him.
My primary care doctor had already left for the day, but another doctor in the same office had appointments available, and I didn't want to miss school tomorrow for an appointment. Dr Goode @ 1:45, it was, then.
He's nice, my mother says. He's the parent of one of my former students, mother says.
El oh el.
The first words out of my mouth when my mother and I walked out of the doctor's office today were:
"So. Carrie. Did any of what he said seem pretty blatantly offensive to you, too?"
In short?
He accused me -repeatedly- of being anorexic. I don't mean subtly, either.
And of possibly using Sudafed as a recreational drug to get high.
On the anorexic note, the most amusing moment was when he stared intently at me as he told my mother, in regard to what should be done to fix my eating habits, "Oh, she knows what she needs to do to fix them."
That was after, of course, having questioned me thoroughly on how I feel about myself if I look in the mirror naked (Dr: "Do you think you are fat? Thin? Perfect?" Me: "...I think I'm pretty damn perfect, thanks"), if I would get depressed if I gained 5lbs ("...No, I'd be pretty fine with that"), and wanted to know if I weighed myself frequently, if I frequently felt depressed or "inadequate," or if I had any other obsession with my weight/appearance.
He also told my mother to be wary of what I eat, because while I might look like I'm eating enough, I'm really just tricking her into thinking so. Just because it looks like I can't gain weight no matter what I eat, it's not true. It's all a trick. I know what I need to do to fix it.
Any time that she or I pointed out that I eat like a horse, he accused me of skipping meals when she wasn't around, or of over-exercising so that I'd never reach my required # calories.
There were also one or two comments about how trying to be like a model wasn't actually healthy, and just because I had a pretty face and was slightly tall didn't mean I had to be as thin as them. "It might look good in a magazine, but it's not good for you!"
He did say that the next steps would be to see an Ear, Nose & Throat doctor, and then move on to a Neurologist, but he was absolutely certain that before calling any other doctors, I should first change allergy medicines to something without sudafed in it, and that my mother should have me keep a detailed food log.
...I don't think I'll be going back to see him.