OMG Quick Not-a-Twitter Entry
Week 18. Phonecall from my doctor about my blood work results:
D: You're very very anemic!
Me: I am? In a persistent way or temporary?
(We veer a little bit into whether I have a history of being anemic...but I don't think I do.)
D: Are you a vegetarian?
(Yes--and I've said so to him on every visit!)
Me: Yes, but only 90% of the time since getting pregnant...
D: Eat eggs! Lots of eggs! And kangkong! (* A local veggie that's very dark green.)
Me: OK.
D: Your cholesterol is great! So you can have unlimited eggs!
This is when I start laughing, which by now I know weirds him out a little. It's always funny because it's his manner before giving bad news to build it up with a slow, cautious edging-up to it. "Do you hear the somber in my voice? I'm speaking very slowly. I wish to inform you that it's the End of the World..." (This doesn't quite work with a person who believes that self is more than just one's biological parts.) Anyway, I've long wondered if he gets a lot of women falling apart at his less-than-positive diagnoses. Every time the doc's given those to me in his office, he'd have this wide-eyed "need a tissue?" look (and his hand does start moving toward the tissue box on his shelf). It's very endearing, really.
I just wish he'd remember I've told him (many times) I've been vegetarian.
D: You're very very anemic!
Me: I am? In a persistent way or temporary?
(We veer a little bit into whether I have a history of being anemic...but I don't think I do.)
D: Are you a vegetarian?
(Yes--and I've said so to him on every visit!)
Me: Yes, but only 90% of the time since getting pregnant...
D: Eat eggs! Lots of eggs! And kangkong! (* A local veggie that's very dark green.)
Me: OK.
D: Your cholesterol is great! So you can have unlimited eggs!
This is when I start laughing, which by now I know weirds him out a little. It's always funny because it's his manner before giving bad news to build it up with a slow, cautious edging-up to it. "Do you hear the somber in my voice? I'm speaking very slowly. I wish to inform you that it's the End of the World..." (This doesn't quite work with a person who believes that self is more than just one's biological parts.) Anyway, I've long wondered if he gets a lot of women falling apart at his less-than-positive diagnoses. Every time the doc's given those to me in his office, he'd have this wide-eyed "need a tissue?" look (and his hand does start moving toward the tissue box on his shelf). It's very endearing, really.
I just wish he'd remember I've told him (many times) I've been vegetarian.