I walked my crushed pride...and breasts...down the hallway to waiting room area to finish up my day. Looking around there were mainly younger people...a lot of them pregnant...a cop in her uniform waiting...which was wierd. I dont know why I found that strange...but she had her little walkie talkie thing on her shoulder, badge, gun, etc. A young oriental girl's cell phone rang to the sound of a rooster crowing which took several people aback causing them to stop in mid-sentence...or mid-thought...just as I to did. I remember thinking that maybe it is the year of the rooster or something.
I heard my mis-pronounced name come over the speaker beckoning me to the lab area to be met by...yet another...cute and young little 97 pounder telling me to step on the scales. I gave her the look and said... "c'mon...really... I mean...can't you just write down "fat"...or "heavier than last year" or something?" Y'all know "the look"...we all have our unique "look" we use in various circumstance that call for it. Of course, she just laughed and told me I was "funny" and wrote down that big ass number. I asked her if she had a bathing suit that I could just go ahead and try on while I was there...I mean...that and a full length mirror would be all I needed to just send me over the edge.
She handed me a slip telling me to go to the restroom and follow the directions for a urine sample and report to the other lab...so off I went. I got in the stall...which wouldnt quite lock properly and realized I was about to bust...I hadnt been to the bathroom for about 6 hours and a 20 oz Lipton Diet tea. Where are the cups? Crap...I had to pull up my jeans and go out by the sink to get one. I could have filled up about 20 of them...but I completed my task and proceeded back out to the lab to have my finger pricked for a blood sample. I dont know what size needle she used but when I got back out to the waiting room...I had bled through the band aid and was bleeding on the People magazine I had just picked up. Lord.
I heard my name announced...completely different from the time before... and headed to room "8". I was asked to strip and was shown where the drapes were and was told the doc would be right in. So...there I sat...naked and draped...trying to avoid my reflection in the mirror over the sink...waiting.
My doctor came in...she is really nice...and asked how I was doing ...any problems...or social changes she should know about,etc. I told her...besides evidently being a "free bleeder" (showing her my finger)...everything was ok...that I was a little stressed...and fat as a pig. I briefly touched the surface on my 82 year old parents...who had been in and out of the hospital about 10 times in 14 months...dad in the nursing home/rehab not doing well...mom at home with sitters during the daytime...that I was trying to balance out time with my boyfriend while taking care of them and their affairs, etc. She gave me some words of encouragement and went on with her business.
I asked if she had a lap band that she could use while she was in there.
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