Doctor visit I have many fun doctor and hospital stories because most of my life I've had bad luck with genetics and conditions (sorry, geneticks and condishuns) and now that I'm well on the other side of 50 there's been an acceleration of random health issues. But I really had to laugh about one of my more recent experiences. I finally found a slender shitlord doctor in my medical group and he's been great. Unfortunately, a shameful percentage of the assistants, clerks, nurses, and other miscellaneous employees are small fats or obese. I've had some fairly serious surgeries over the years which have unfortunately required various antibiotics and a couple of years ago I went through a particularly aggressive antibiotic course when my appendix burst. In addition, I've been taking antibiotics off and on for the last year and a half or so for some stubborn bacterial infections. You might already know that antibiotics can really mess with your digestive system because they often kill the good bacteria you need in your stomach, especially after multiple surgeries and antibiotics, so I always have to ingest a lot of probiotic/prebiotic stuff to get my tummy health back in working order. Symptoms of this digestive slowing-down include a bit of reflux, not being able to eat very much at a time, and feeling bloated. Almost like a temporary gastric sleeve or bypass now that I think about it! Last month I went in for a consultation about some lab work to make sure the most recent bacterial infection was clearing up, and initially spoke with a gal who takes blood pressure and preliminary notes before I get to see the doctor. She was about 80-100 lbs overweight and young, early to mid-twenties. Asked me the usual blah blah blah stuff and then asked how I was feeling generally and I said something like "Well, I can't eat very much yet, as usual, but I'm sure my appetite will recover soon." She said "Oh, that's not good. Loss of appetite, stomach issues, you shouldn't have to go through that." I started babbling a friendly stream of how I'm used to this, antibiotics will do that to you, been through it before, nothing to worry about, it's actually kind of great because a forced diet can sort of be a blessing in disguise............ She looked at me like I'd killed her grandmother.         Then wrote vigorously for a good 20 to 30 seconds. Her tone and demeanor totally changed and it got reeeeeal uncomfortable, so I stayed mostly silent, giving short bland answers to the rest of her list, letting the discomfort just hang there between us.  Fucking fat people. The rest of the visit went well. Mostly because my actual doctor looks somewhat like Tom Hiddleston and is awesome. I mentioned my experience with the assistant/nurse/whatever she is and he smiled and carefully said something about appetite and weight standards certainly seemed to be changing and that I should feel free to  email him about my "care concerns", and assured me that my feedback would be totally confidential.  He doesn't have an English accent, but I told my husband I think I'm in love.