Misdiagnosis- You're Over Weight!
I
haven't always been fat, in High School I weighed only one hundred and
twenty pounds. However, my mother was kind enough to convince me I was
over weight by giving me pet names such as: "Thunder thighs," and "Hippo
Hips." But that has nothing to do with what I am writing about here
now.
As I started having babies, to which I had them every two
years- I kept putting on extra pounds with each and every pregnancy. The
Doctors said it was no big deal, and that it was because I didn't give
my body time to heal itself in between pregnancies.
But then things started happening, like falling and breaking my ankle, gall bladder disease, an umbilical hernia, and a few other diagnoses that I can't recall at this time. So naturally you go to Hospitals, Clinics, Doctors, you name it. This is when and where the ritual started.
I fall down and literally destroy my ankle membranes and bones, because while I was young and thin, I had never taken care of my sprang ankle, and breaks. Why? Because I was in the band in high school, and I didn't want the time off, the lower grade, or anything. Band was my fun time! I would securely wrap my ankle, and wear high tops, and go on about my business.
Anyway, back to my point. Here I am with the severely broken ankle, and sprang to boot, and it is unable to repair. My husband is in the military, so we have Champus insurance, so I figure it will get taken care of. The Doctor puts in that my surgery is mandatory elective. In other words, I won't walk long if they don't do it. So it gets set up, and done, and with a free permanent pin included.
Again, let's get back on track here. The Doctor, who knows me and my family from when I was little-tells me that he truly thinks that I damaged my ankle this badly, because I had put on so much weight. So much weight? I had only weighed one hundred and fifty pounds! But, I blew it off.
So then I get an umbilical hernia because I had been lifting more then my body weight could handle. My husband and I were our own best friends, so when one of us needed something, the other had to help. There was no one else there to help us, so what choice did we have? And he was moving transmissions from one end of the yard to the other, and putting them in cars.
The doctor tells my husband how big the hernia is; it weighed over ten pounds. He then told my husband, and I quote, "I honestly thought it would be a lot of extra weight when I went in to operate. And here it is, over ten pounds. But your wife does need to loose weight!" Here I weighted in around one hundred and eighty pounds.
My favorite incident is when I was hit in the head, by accident-with a flying sauce pan. It was tossed from outside, and into the house, so that it could be washed and put away. My husband threw it and didn't know that I was in the house. I was knocked unconscious, and went to the hospital in the ambulance. The Doctor in the ER, I am not kidding- said the pain I was feeling in my head, and the curve now on my skull- was in fact because I was over weight! Because a pan hit me strictly by accident, I am over weight? I don't think so!
Now I have friend whom weighs a great deal more then I do, and always has. She too, has been diagnosed all of the time, blaming her weight. She bled for years from her ovaries. They were convinced it was her weight. It wouldn't let up, slow down, or even stop. They do D&C's, ultrasounds, you name it and the conclusions were still the same-obesity. But yet the bleeding didn't stop. Finally another Doctor takes a more in depth look, and concludes to find a cyst. He operates, and removes the cyst; it weighs in at twenty pounds. The bleeding stops. Yes, she was and is over weight-but how can you expect an over weight person to exercise, get up and go places, when they are cramping and bleeding? Help the problem to stop!
My neighbor across the street, had been trying to get pregnant forever. She was not the skinny model type, but she wasn't obese, or huge either. Her Doctor tells her, if you want to get pregnant, perhaps you should think about loosing weight first. She was hurt, and felt like a pig. But she went to a gym and started working out, and low and behold, once the slightly excess weight is gone, she gets pregnant! Yes there is a chance the doctor was right, and there's a chance he wasn't! My neighbor has family members that are over weight that got pregnant and have babies. My own Aunt states, "things happen for a reason. God only gives you what you can handle." Perhaps it wasn't her time to have a kid, do we honestly know?
I honestly feel that when Doctor can't find anything wrong with you, they pick the quickest and easiest way out. And a majority of humans in today's day and age, are over weight, even if only slightly. But just because a person is in fact over weight, don't put your nose in the air, assume, and take for granted. Your parents didn't put you through medical school to take the easy way out. Do your homework. Yes, there are hypochondriacs out there, who want to be sick and dying. But then there are those of us who don't even want to go to the doctor for any reason at all!
I have this friend who is obesely over weight who picks her sores, feels her fat, rubs it, and measures it daily, making sure she is actually still gaining the weight, convincing herself-that she is in fact "sexy!" On the same token, she refuses to diet and exercise, and eat right. Why would she? She is impressed, and when people stare-she is convinced, they too are convinced she is sexy, and no-I'm not kidding. If someone around her is sick-then by Jove-so is she. And she loves to go to the doctor or hospital and put a show on, when they tell her she's over weight and obese, she says: "Really? I didn't notice!" and/or "I'm so glad you told me, I would've never known otherwise!" It's smart asses like that, that ruin it for the rest of us! So yes, I realize there are people who like themselves the way they are-overweight, thin- whatever. But on the same token, I realize that there are Doctors who honestly don't care, and are only out to make a buck!
So in conclusion, my theory is this-think before you speak, and act. We are all people, and we all come with feelings. And yes, people might try to "pretend" that they don't care how they look, but in all honestly they do. And yes, most of us as humans need to take a good look at ourselves, and make changes. But changes take time, and something may be causing the person to be they way they are-fat, thin or otherwise. You never know, until it is truly diagnosed right. A cyst, thyroid disease, anorexia, bulimia, and though these are usually noticeable, there might still be something unnoticeable. We aren't God, the license on the Doctors medical degree, does not state God, trust me. So take the time to treat the person with respect, and concern; no matter how they look, or act.
P.S. Update for my friendly neighborhood Stalker Fan: On my worst and heaviest I've never even weighed in at three hundred pounds. Although their are rumors flying around twitter~ville because of a stalker I acquired over three years ago, it sadly, is untrue. I've proudly never gotten TO that number, and never intend to either, thank you. Hugs and Kisses!
But then things started happening, like falling and breaking my ankle, gall bladder disease, an umbilical hernia, and a few other diagnoses that I can't recall at this time. So naturally you go to Hospitals, Clinics, Doctors, you name it. This is when and where the ritual started.
I fall down and literally destroy my ankle membranes and bones, because while I was young and thin, I had never taken care of my sprang ankle, and breaks. Why? Because I was in the band in high school, and I didn't want the time off, the lower grade, or anything. Band was my fun time! I would securely wrap my ankle, and wear high tops, and go on about my business.
Anyway, back to my point. Here I am with the severely broken ankle, and sprang to boot, and it is unable to repair. My husband is in the military, so we have Champus insurance, so I figure it will get taken care of. The Doctor puts in that my surgery is mandatory elective. In other words, I won't walk long if they don't do it. So it gets set up, and done, and with a free permanent pin included.
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| Im the one with the curly hair and STILL NOT EVEN 200 pounds here! |
Again, let's get back on track here. The Doctor, who knows me and my family from when I was little-tells me that he truly thinks that I damaged my ankle this badly, because I had put on so much weight. So much weight? I had only weighed one hundred and fifty pounds! But, I blew it off.
So then I get an umbilical hernia because I had been lifting more then my body weight could handle. My husband and I were our own best friends, so when one of us needed something, the other had to help. There was no one else there to help us, so what choice did we have? And he was moving transmissions from one end of the yard to the other, and putting them in cars.
The doctor tells my husband how big the hernia is; it weighed over ten pounds. He then told my husband, and I quote, "I honestly thought it would be a lot of extra weight when I went in to operate. And here it is, over ten pounds. But your wife does need to loose weight!" Here I weighted in around one hundred and eighty pounds.
My favorite incident is when I was hit in the head, by accident-with a flying sauce pan. It was tossed from outside, and into the house, so that it could be washed and put away. My husband threw it and didn't know that I was in the house. I was knocked unconscious, and went to the hospital in the ambulance. The Doctor in the ER, I am not kidding- said the pain I was feeling in my head, and the curve now on my skull- was in fact because I was over weight! Because a pan hit me strictly by accident, I am over weight? I don't think so!
Now I have friend whom weighs a great deal more then I do, and always has. She too, has been diagnosed all of the time, blaming her weight. She bled for years from her ovaries. They were convinced it was her weight. It wouldn't let up, slow down, or even stop. They do D&C's, ultrasounds, you name it and the conclusions were still the same-obesity. But yet the bleeding didn't stop. Finally another Doctor takes a more in depth look, and concludes to find a cyst. He operates, and removes the cyst; it weighs in at twenty pounds. The bleeding stops. Yes, she was and is over weight-but how can you expect an over weight person to exercise, get up and go places, when they are cramping and bleeding? Help the problem to stop!
My neighbor across the street, had been trying to get pregnant forever. She was not the skinny model type, but she wasn't obese, or huge either. Her Doctor tells her, if you want to get pregnant, perhaps you should think about loosing weight first. She was hurt, and felt like a pig. But she went to a gym and started working out, and low and behold, once the slightly excess weight is gone, she gets pregnant! Yes there is a chance the doctor was right, and there's a chance he wasn't! My neighbor has family members that are over weight that got pregnant and have babies. My own Aunt states, "things happen for a reason. God only gives you what you can handle." Perhaps it wasn't her time to have a kid, do we honestly know?
I honestly feel that when Doctor can't find anything wrong with you, they pick the quickest and easiest way out. And a majority of humans in today's day and age, are over weight, even if only slightly. But just because a person is in fact over weight, don't put your nose in the air, assume, and take for granted. Your parents didn't put you through medical school to take the easy way out. Do your homework. Yes, there are hypochondriacs out there, who want to be sick and dying. But then there are those of us who don't even want to go to the doctor for any reason at all!
I have this friend who is obesely over weight who picks her sores, feels her fat, rubs it, and measures it daily, making sure she is actually still gaining the weight, convincing herself-that she is in fact "sexy!" On the same token, she refuses to diet and exercise, and eat right. Why would she? She is impressed, and when people stare-she is convinced, they too are convinced she is sexy, and no-I'm not kidding. If someone around her is sick-then by Jove-so is she. And she loves to go to the doctor or hospital and put a show on, when they tell her she's over weight and obese, she says: "Really? I didn't notice!" and/or "I'm so glad you told me, I would've never known otherwise!" It's smart asses like that, that ruin it for the rest of us! So yes, I realize there are people who like themselves the way they are-overweight, thin- whatever. But on the same token, I realize that there are Doctors who honestly don't care, and are only out to make a buck!
So in conclusion, my theory is this-think before you speak, and act. We are all people, and we all come with feelings. And yes, people might try to "pretend" that they don't care how they look, but in all honestly they do. And yes, most of us as humans need to take a good look at ourselves, and make changes. But changes take time, and something may be causing the person to be they way they are-fat, thin or otherwise. You never know, until it is truly diagnosed right. A cyst, thyroid disease, anorexia, bulimia, and though these are usually noticeable, there might still be something unnoticeable. We aren't God, the license on the Doctors medical degree, does not state God, trust me. So take the time to treat the person with respect, and concern; no matter how they look, or act.
P.S. Update for my friendly neighborhood Stalker Fan: On my worst and heaviest I've never even weighed in at three hundred pounds. Although their are rumors flying around twitter~ville because of a stalker I acquired over three years ago, it sadly, is untrue. I've proudly never gotten TO that number, and never intend to either, thank you. Hugs and Kisses!
Published by Deneale K. Williams
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