Well I called and left a message for my dr to call me back - which he finally did. I managed to get the story out without turning into a sobbing mess - again.
His response was that 1) I wasn't the first patient to complain about her and that 2) unless I was dying right there in front of her, any of my health issues, weight or otherwise, were none of her business or concern.
He apologized several times for what she said, seemed as though he was every bit as pissed off as I am, and informed me that she would absolutely be dealt with. He did not elaborate on HOW.
I am torn between desperately wanting to hurry and lose the weight and get back in shape so no one can ever call me names again, and in being semi-ok in the weight I am now. My biggest fear happened - someone called me fat, to my face, in public. I SURVIVED it. It hurt, and it made me madder than hell, but it didn't kill me. But still, I don't think I ever want it to happen again.
__________________ Aerrica, and Norman  RIP my sweet Poopanut |