NewFNP had a bullcrap day at clinic. Sometimes that happens - no big whoop.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
But then sometimes a patient says something that just sends newFNP into a personal tailspin.
NewFNP has cared for this patient for years. She's anxious and depressed, but kind. She's very thin and forever trying to gain weight. NewFNP, on the other hand, has the metabolism of a stoned hypothyroid tree sloth. Thus, the only amount of exercise and diet that allows her to be truly thin is an amount unattainable when working full time, visiting her elderly grandma, walking her dog, shopping and doing all the other activities that make newFNP newFNP. And because newFNP is a thirty-something year old white girl who has been conscious of her weight since the days of Seventeen magazine and Forenza, her issue with her weight is both omnipresent and frustrating.
So when her well-meaning patient told newFNP that she was "mas gordita," newFNP wanted to cry in the room. She felt as though she had been punched in her doughy lady belly.
NewFNP supposes that perhaps it's good that her patients feel so comfy cozy with her as to comment on her habitus. But damn if it doesn't feel badly to have her major issue voiced in an exam room. It feels more than badly - it pretty much ruined her GD day. Maybe newFNP should go on Kirstie Alley's TV show with her, sans the Scientology of course.
For crap's sake, her own PMD didn't even call newFNP chubby.