Open letter; Dr. C.

Dear Dr. C (how apt),

Here's the deal. When I come in for a broken ankle, you don't write me a prescription for cough medicine. So today, when I came in for a hernia and you ordered blood work, I was already confused. When you suggested if I fasted we could also get my blood sugar, I was even more confused. I asked why you were ordering the test noting I've never had an issue in blood work or symptoms of diabetes. You said you like to get that blood work when patients are carrying "a little extra weight," because "it can creep up on you." Bitch, I will creep up on you. No immediate family history of diabetes, healthy enough to give away a kidney, the removal of which is directly related to my complaint today, and which incidentally with any risk for diabetes, would have never been approved. I'm surrounded by diabetes posters, there is an illustration of a black man with his shoes off encouraging diabetic patients to show doctors their feet which already annoyed me for its stereotypical bias, and now with absolutely no reason, complaint, or history to support it, you ordered a test and called me fat. Don't think I missed the comment when you were feeling my abdomen noting my muscle was covered in fat. I caught that too. Almost forgot your parting shot about not needing a pap smear because I was so ridiculously low risk. If you weren't so patronizing and passive aggressive I might give you props for deft ninja-like dismemberment of my self-esteem.

Why are you such a bitter hater? Just because you can be mistaken for a teenage boy? Did your boyfriend date a black girl after he broke up with you? I'm sorry about your eating disorder. Not my problem. Women should never do that to one another. Especially heinous to dispense that haterade cloaked in a white doctor's coat. You should have a cracker and check your blood sugar. So annoyed with myself that I didn't call you out on your passive aggressive shit. Next time...both barrels Dr. C. Creeping up on you with a little extra.