I went to the doctor today. Not the one from the other day, my general doctor.
She was the one who scheduled me for surgery, had me referred to a cardiologist, and ordered a plethora of blood work.
Today my best friend came with me. I originally had an appointment set up next month, with fall break coming up and us going to Florida, the bestie was concerned for me. I called yesterday and told them that I have an appointment in November, but if anything happened Dr. M wanted me to come in. My leg cramps have just gotten more frequent and pretty bad, the receptionist asked what was up, to which I responded, “I’m having some pretty intense leg cramps.”
So anyway, today I went to the doctor. It was the same doctor, same nurse as months ago.
“We’re gonna stop right here at the scale.”
She stopped, looked at me and said, “You?”
I looked at her, her hand touching my forearm, “Me.”
“It’s part of your diagnosis, so Dr. M is going to want you to be weighed.”
I handed my stuff to the best friend, and stepped backwards. The nurse glued to the number, her eyes glued to the floor. You would think by now though the nurse would know better, she sets the damn pad of paper with my vitals and weight down right next to me. Next came the blood pressure and routine “Have your medications changed? Why are you here? Okay, Dr. M will be in shortly.”
I flipped through the magazine, bitching under my breath about my weight, my legs. Nichole would pipe in with a “You dont want to be XX pounds, plus you lift weights.” “But my body is so goddamn resilient, I am fine, even if I do get blood work it is all going to come back normal.”
Dr. M came in, looked at Nichole, than me. She asked the question that we all already knew the answer to, “So, anything new since last time you were here?” Well, I got a magical unicorn… Became a lion tamer.. What the fuck were my options? “I’ve been having pretty bad leg cramps.”
“That could be a number of things. How is the throwing up?” (My doctor is very blunt, so with Nichole in the room, I hinted that she could just go for it.)
“Well, I’m not sure which one is my favorite. The involuntary throwing up of the stomach bile, or my legs locking up.”
“Neither of those are good. We talked about you going back to counseling for your anorexia, have you gone?”
Nicole was sitting there watching this.
“Yeah, for a bit. She left, and I haven’t been back.”
“How often are you throwing up?”
“Induced or not?”
“Depends on if I attempted to eat, how far I ran… could be 0 to 4 times a day.”
“How far are you running?”
“About 7 miles.”
“Do you want me to set you up with someone from the clinic to help? I can’t push you into treatment, or hold your hand but I really think you need to go. You are getting into a bad place. Your esophagus is going to rip, your electrolytes are going to cause a heart issue. People die from anorexia.”
“I guess. I probably wouldn’t go otherwise.I am sitting at a fine XXX lbs though, I am fine, my blood work is going to be good.”
“That’s what I was thinking. I don’t say all of this to be mean, I am worried. Plenty of people get into electrolyte issues. Plenty of people have a stable weight, then die with anorexia. I am not a specialist, but I am pretty sure that you are getting into a bad place. Back to the questions, are you feverish or chilly?”
“I am freezing right now.”
“Are you suffering with diarrhea or constipation?”
Nichole is looking at me, this had been the cue she was waiting for. If I didn’t tell the doctor she sure was planning on it, “Yeah, huh?…”
Dr. M looks at her, she knows there is something. “What?”
“Well, besides the laxatives, I guess not.”
“Oh geez, you’re taking those too now? I’m going to put in for kidney function, blood sugar, electrolyte work. Vitamin D is a major concern, I also want magnesium check.”
“I was low in vitamin D last time.”
“Are you taking any supplements for that?”
Guys, I can guarantee right now that my blood work is going to come back completely normal, my body is so resilient and stubborn. If one more goddamn person brings up Karen Carpenter to me, I am going to flip my shit.