Something to bring back the anorexic days of old...

About two months ago I received a letter saying that my doctor was moving to Greenville, SC and that I would need to find a new doctor. They sent a records release form to fill out with my new doctor's information so my records could be transferred. I have not yet found a doctor so I decided to have them released to me and I would go pick them up...I probably shouldn't have done that.

I'm not sure how people normally are about personal records when they relate to themselves, but I've always been intruiged and love reading about what others write about me, even if it's just my medical history. I always learn something new. Heh. So, I had the records released to me and I started to read through them.

The information was pretty standard: height - 5'4 1/2", blood pressure - normal, weight...well, last year (2005) it was 122 (not bad) and they marked underneath of that they I was "well-developed" and "well-nourished"...everything was normal (although they didn't mark the box that said "no deformations". hmmm...

Anyway, the whole point to this story is that the year before (2004) I (according to my chart) weighed 136 (14 pounds more than the next year). That's not so great, but it's also not so bad (still in the range of normal body weight for my height and frame). But, underneath the regular stats they marked "well-developed", "well-nourished", "well-groomed", and, are you ready for this? "OBESE"!!!

I'm not going to bother explaining to you what happened next after I read this claim of me being OBESE. Just imagine any woman you know getting this type of information and think how it would affect them...picture it? yeah, that's how I was. As soon as I read obese (I was reading it to Morgan), he said "Oh great, here we go"...and away I went...claiming that I would never eat again, yadda, yadda, yadda. Luckily I don't weight that anymore (I'm still at least 12 pounds under that) because that would have been even more traumatic. Still, it almost sent me into the horrible spiral back to my teenage years when I was anorexic...not some place I ever want to be again.

So, my question is? Did my weight really warrant and "OBESE" label or was someone just feeling mean? That label can really do some damage to one's phychie. Please tell me that the nurse was the devil!!!