I noticed a weird bruise on my arm last week on Thursday. By Friday it had morphed into something that looked like a bear climbing a tree. It didn’t hurt. I had no recollection of bumping into things, or drinking too much wine on Wednesday (although now that I’ve written that “Wine Wednesday” sounds pretty tempting). So I went to the doctor.
The first thing they do when they take you into the super secret area where patients are seen is tell you to “get on the scale.” I have been trying to decline this for years. If it’s my annual check up or I think I have diabetes or perhaps I have miraculously lost those last damn 10 pounds by eating chocolate cake and the new Yeungling Black and Tan Ice Cream, then and only then will I get on the scale.
I’m sorry, I may be naïve to think that all American women have a psychological battle with weight, but I know all my friends do. That stupid number can send me into a tailspin of self-loathing and regret for days. I will not have it.
This time I may have been a bit intense in my questioning and refusal to be weighed for a bruise. The nurse ratted me out to the doctor.
“We have to weigh you for insurance purposes,” said the doctor.
“I’m sorry, but the insurance company doesn’t get to play mind games with me. Do you have any idea how crazy that scale makes me?”
“I’m starting to….”
“Women the world over hate getting weighed, even on a good day. It is a sign of our possible failure to literally measure up. It makes us feel bad about our next bagel. And it makes no sense when I’m coming in for a bruise. And on top of all that, not one doctor ever comments on my weight and how that may affect my health, so I have to conclude that unless it’s critical to my visit, it’s not important to the medical community on that day either.”
The doctor looked at me like I needed Xanax at that juncture and said, “we just have to check a box on the form that says we weighed you.”
“So what happens if I refuse to be weighed?”
“We check the box marked ‘declined’.”
So there you have it ladies and gents. If you have an irrational aversion to that doctor’s scale, you can just say “no,” or better yet, “declined.”
By the way, perhaps someone should have asked why I was so stressed by something so trivial. And that’s where the caregiver craziness shows up. In the final analysis, when attempting self care……
“You just have to Laugh….”
©2014 Cathy Sikorski
Oh my gosh, thanks for the laugh! 🙂
I live to make laughter, Laurie!
right on to you Cathy!!!! care giver or no care giver. you did right!!!!!!! now that is a smile!!!!!! (ok, laugh to!!!)
I just had to make it happen my way!
You might want to try this…I have a friend who gets on the scale but tells the nurse not to tell her what her weight is. It’s worked so far, which I guess means her weight is ok by doctor’s standards.
This belongs below my first comment. I tell them I was just at the dermatologist in the morning or day before and weighed ____. It usually works!
Good tip…from a nurse no less!
OMG now they will decide you have an eating disorder!! New diagnosis for insurance co…
Love that you stood up for yourself. We all have a right to decline! And I am laughing – you are an x-ray!
Luv ya, Beth Ann
I know but still….my psychosis is my own and I protect it as much as I can!
Sure hope the bruise was nothing serious! I get it about the scale and I only weigh 118 lbs. Still, it’s the principle of the thing. I tell the “nurse” that the scale and I don’t get along, are no longer on friendly terms, or some similar excuse. Never works!
I live in the woods and I was worried about Lyme disease…not key lime pie disease. And yes, blood work is negative.Thanks for admitting that even those who are not overweight have issues, because that is me, but that’s my craziness to protect and defend!
I always said no as well. The last time I did they told me my insurance wouldn’t pay for the visit if they checked declined.
Yea…they tried that at the pain doctor too. Ugh.
And laugh I did! I have the same aversion to the dreaded dr scales! First, they are always wrong!! Second, I don’t much care for the BMI that classifies me as “obese” when I’m not..granted I can stand to lose a few and if they’d let me weigh stark naked after not eating for 3 days AND having a bout with diarrhea, then I’m positive I’d fit in on their chart. Ain’t happening!! Thanks for the laugh and the opportunity to vent.☺️
Glad to give you a chuckle, Deb. Your response is hysterical!!! Thanks for making ME laugh!
I still have my twisted sense of humor…😜