Every time I go to the doctor I'm asked to step on that scary looking scale and wait, and wait, and wait, for the nurse to fumble around with the little weights. I like to think it is a compliment, that perhaps I look slimmer than I am, but I'm skeptical.
Last week when I stepped on, she started at 150 pounds. Yes, 150. Excuse me, do I look like I weigh a mere 150 pounds? I know we're in blogosphere land, but just imagine me--5 foot 9 and a far cry from slender. Not to mention the fact that the nurse is holding my file which clearly states my weight when we did this a mere 6 months ago was 260 something. Perhaps I've lost a good 100 pounds in 6 months? Perhaps not.
So, as I watch her put the big weight on 150 I say:
Um, you're gonna need to go up a bit.
So she moves the little pounder up 20, 40 . . .oh the suspense.
Um, better start at 250.
So she moves the hefty weight to 200.
I'm about 270 . . .
She moves the little guy--220, 240 . . . really, you're killing me.
Then finally moves the biggie up to 250.
There we go.
260, 270, 272 and she says: There it is.
Yes, there it is. I'm flattered really, but would have been perhaps happier if the whole weigh in had entailed much less suspense.
You'd think for the amount of money I pay my doctor and insurance company, they could afford a digital read scale.
3 comments:
I once had a nurse look at the scale, look at me, look back at the scale, look at me once more, and loudly proclaim, "Honey, where you hidin' it all?"
Nice.
Wow. I suppose that was a compliment?
You're hilarious. I think the same thing every time I go. I actually just reach up and adjust it myself to start so I don't get too impatient. Yes, why not digital?!?
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