As most of you know, I am a liver transplant patient. Life as a transplant patients has it’s complications due to drugs. Side effects from these awful over priced life savers are cancer, kidney failure, loss of hair, osteoporosis, etc, etc. I could go on and on, but I don’t know how to spell half the names of the complications possible, nor do I have the patience to look them up.
These past 2 weeks, I have had the fun of dealing with the possible risk of multiple complications. I found a lump in my breast which thankfully turned out to be nothing and my doctor thinks there is a small chance I am “pre-diabetic”. Combine that with a case of the shingles (all diagnosed in a 72 hours) and you can tell it has been a stressful few days. What I have failed to share with you is the critical mass of stress was the trauma of “THE SCALE”!
When walking into the doctor’s office nothing makes me want to tear up faster than the idea of “the scale”. Yes, it sits down the hall right next to the bathroom taunting the female patients and bringing a smile to the face of the male patients. The phrase “could you please step up on the scale” strikes the fear of God into any woman over the age of 30 and absolutely makes her want to strip in public just to reduce the number that shows up by a half of a pound. I am a 150% convinced that the doctors have gone into business with the diet companies to reduce women to an emotional wreck who end up spending the next 10 days eating rice cakes and diet shakes. I have not figured out how there is a 15 pound difference between my scale at my house and “The Scale” at the doctor’s office, but it’s there. When I step on the scales at my doctor’s office I expect to see 155, like I do at home. Instead, I see “Hey chubby, you are 170! You better lay off the Reese’s!!!”. I will absolutely admit that I emotionally eat when I am headed to a doctor’s appointment that could have some bad news. It is what I do, but I have never been known to eat 15 pounds of food in one sitting. I am starting to believe that the doctors have a small camera coming out of the front of the scale that does a close up on the face of the patient when the number pops us. These doctors take the video, edit to it, adding their own monologue and show it at their medical conventions during the entertainment hour.
Whether or not my doctor wants to admit it that there is a problem, I will always consider “The Scale” beyond repair until further notice. There is nothing medically positive that can come from the mindset of me acknowledging the 15 difference between my scale and “The Scale”. While evil doctors sit around and laugh at the faces we make, I will stay strong and not succumb to their taunting and sick sense of humor. In the meantime, could you pass the ho-hos?
Written by Amy Tippins
Owner and Founder of Rock Scar Love, a clothing company that embraces the beauty of scars as they are marks of strength, beauty and perseverance! She is also a liver recipient of 18 years and as you can tell, has an awesome sense of humor. I can relate to this post because I recently gained a few pounds! Oh the woes of that one dreaded word. Scale! haha I just had to share. Go check out Amy’s company, her shirts are stylish and have a message. I would love to get one of her shirts I just haven’t got around to it yet!