Wednesday 21 April 2010

The Numty and King Herod

I visited Taunton hospital this evening in fighting mood.  “Lead me to that thin nurse woman” I said, “I’ve got a couple of things to say to her”.

As she stood before me, skinny and trembling, I drew myself up to my full 5’4” height and barked -

“Now look here you numty person, that’s the last time you’ll use your bedside manner from hell on a patient.  I have connections, I’ll have you know, and I shall see to it that you never darken these doors again.  Never again will you tell a failing slimmer that she might as well give up.  As part of your retraining, you shall learn the right attitude from the inside.  You will be force fed until you get at least eight double chins, and then I personally will supervise your weight loss.  Get thee gone from my sight!  Men, take her away!”

As I mop my brow, I confess I may be embroidering a teensy bit.  I wrong-footed myself by arriving a week early for the appointment (so OK, I hadn’t read the letter), and didn't actually see her.  I did manage to see Margaret, my favourite person there.  I told her all about it, and she promised to bring it up with whoever, as appropriate.  She agreed that numty is to Bariatric practice what King Herod was to childcare (well, words to that effect anyway). 

I had lost 3 lbs/1.5 kg in the past 3 weeks.  Yes, it may have resulted from being treated like a failure, but it is NOT worth the state it put me in.  Margaret understood, and has assured me that from now on I needn’t be seen by numty at all.

Sorted.  Probably. 
-oOo-

Photo Finish -
From Lonicera’s non-digital archive:

Odds and Ends

The garden of one of many of Britain's stately homes
which is open to the public.

Exmoor

At my camera club we used to have a competition called
The Bucket, consisting of several categories
which varied from year to year,
but "Bucket" was the only constant category.
This was my entry one year, and was taken on the windy beach
at Weston-super-Mare.  It won me the competition
and got mentioned in the local newspaper.
John kindly acted as model, and the picture was called
"The Shy Photographer".

-oOo-

6 comments:

Sandy said...

OMG. You just refuse to be seen by her. Hopefully there are others. You don't have to give any explanation. She is so wrong, wrong, wrong. I have one nurse where I go who just talks about herself. It is kind of funny when you say how you are doing she immediately switches to something about herself. Needless to say, I try to avoid her but not always. She has a good heart and would never treat us poorly though. You are doing so well. My goal is just 1 pound a week so I want to be just like you with the same weightloss. As I posted today, it's not a race but a journey and no one said we had to get to the goal in record time.

THE DASH! said...

Go you for standing up for yourself - all 5 foot 4 of you!! And hey, if you keep that weight loss up (which is a half kilo a week.. exactly how I've been going for like forever) you WILL get there in the end. You just have to.

Tina said...

waahooo-give them heck Caroline!! and go you for getting 3 pounds off.

The pics are beautiful too!

Tina

matvi said...

Keep it up! Tú puedes...

Theresa said...

3 pounds that's wonderful. And you give em' hell sister!

Lonicera said...

You're right Sandy Lee - perhaps the only way to deal with it is to vote with my feet and just refuse to see her. Margaret understands this and is happy to fit me in somehow. I like the phrase in your post about it being a journey not a race, not just because of the speed, but because I personally simply cannot work with goals and targets and deadlines where my weight is concerned.
Thanks Cara, I do hope I'm back on track, but I'll have to wait and see.
As you said today Tina, I'm hoping that the snacking phase has passed for now.
Thank you Matvi...I can feel the encouraging kick in the pants all the way from Chile!
Thank you too Tessierose - enjoyed your dressing up post yesterday.
Thank you so much for the encouraging comments.
Caroline

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