yorkiegal
Baxter's mum
So I was told today by a gp I've never met before, who knows nothing about me other than what she has read on the screen in a couple of mins before seeing me.
I'm due to see Mr Giles at the hospital tomorrow and will talk to him about appealing the pct's decision. MY bmi is 49.9 and they've decided it has to be 50. I only went to the gp to get a prescription for my anti depressants. It's been a hell of a week with my terminally ill dad back in hospital due to horrendous pain. I'm in some discomfort myself due to knee and foot pain and wanted to ask the gp about that. She just said it's an 18 month wait for a referral to an nhs podiatrist (spelling?) so there's no point in her opinion. Then she started lecturing me about which foods to eat and what exercise to do.
I completely embarrassed myself by bursting into tears, at which point she couldn't wait to get rid of me.
I walked out of the surgery, started crossing the road and nearly got mowed down by a taxi which was going far too fast. The driver shouted ''oi fat lass it's a road'' out the window which pretty just tipped me over the edge so I cried all the way home on the bus.
However, I have a beautiful big dog at home who licked my face, wagged his tail and cheered me up again. He loves his mum however fat or miserable she is.
I'm due to see Mr Giles at the hospital tomorrow and will talk to him about appealing the pct's decision. MY bmi is 49.9 and they've decided it has to be 50. I only went to the gp to get a prescription for my anti depressants. It's been a hell of a week with my terminally ill dad back in hospital due to horrendous pain. I'm in some discomfort myself due to knee and foot pain and wanted to ask the gp about that. She just said it's an 18 month wait for a referral to an nhs podiatrist (spelling?) so there's no point in her opinion. Then she started lecturing me about which foods to eat and what exercise to do.
I completely embarrassed myself by bursting into tears, at which point she couldn't wait to get rid of me.
I walked out of the surgery, started crossing the road and nearly got mowed down by a taxi which was going far too fast. The driver shouted ''oi fat lass it's a road'' out the window which pretty just tipped me over the edge so I cried all the way home on the bus.
However, I have a beautiful big dog at home who licked my face, wagged his tail and cheered me up again. He loves his mum however fat or miserable she is.