Hey guys
I ended up having to go to my doctor today unexpectedly for an EKG... I was diagnosed with hypothyroid last month, and was put on medicine, but I have been noticing heart palpitations. So, after some advice from here, called my doctor and was told to get my butt in the office asap.
Good news.. it's not the medicine
Bad news... there is something up in the EKG.. and now I have to go to a cardiologist. It's like the electrical pulses that tell my heart to beat are taking too long to get there. ANYWAYS...
But I thought I was going to die because in order to have an EKG, you have to take off your shirt. I had one done recently in december, but a female assistant did it. Guess she was off today... because today... the male assistant did it. And it was absolutely humiliating. (Especially since I found him very attractive. Except I'm pretty sure he had absolutely no interest in me.)
How awful it is that I can't have a simple test done without feeling like a second rate citizen. You feel like because you are fat that you don't deserve the same type of treatment as thin people. What is wrong with me that makes me feel that way? And it's not that the physicians assistant treated me bad... because he didn't. And honestly, even if he wasn't someone I was attracted to.. I would have felt the same way.
And to top it off, my doctor didn't even say anything about the fact that I lost 14 lbs since I was in last in early January! (my totals in my ticker are different because when I entered my start weight, it was my start weight for when I joined 3FC's. I dunno, thought it would be cheating if I entered my real start weight from a week earlier, even thought I knew I had already started loosing)
Meh.. I love my doctor.. he was probably more concerned with the heart thing than anything else.
On the bright side.. the only thing that kept me from completely having a melt down was my 4 year old daughter. She was there with me while I was having the EKG done. (I had just picked her up from school and jetted straight to the Dr.) Anyway.. she said "Mommy! I like that bra! You look so pretty!" and "Mommy! Mommy! When I have boobs, can I have that bra?" It was blue- her favorite color.
And.. I didn't come home and eat an entire plate of cookies. But...I wanted to! I ate one.. after I ate dinner. And still in my calorie range.
*sigh*
LR