Went back up to Bristol hospital today for my pre-op assessment. Had to wait over an hour before the nurse finally called me in. And boy was she unprofessional! She had just weighed me and measured me up (I think it’s for my coffin for when the op goes hideously wrong! - Joke!), and we were sat in her office chatting about the lengthy form I had just completed when her office phone rang. It was a call for someone else who she went and fetched in to take the call. This other nurse was stood up chatting away on the phone quite happily and oblivious to the fact that I was getting really pissed off and had the cheek to reveal that she was talking to her husband and he was finally cooking dinner that night! A tad unprofessional don’t you think?! Then she even stood chatting to my nurse about what he might cook for the next 10 minutes! Fuming!!!
After she finally got the picture that we were in the middle of something, she made her excuses and rushed off out of the room leaving my original nurse to start quizzing me about my weight.
“I’m sorry but I have to ask this… Are you anorexic?” Oh dear Lord! What is it that makes people think I am anorexic?! Every time I go into hospital I get told I am anorexic whether I admit to it or not. I may be very slim however to be anorexic you need to believe you are fat and want to lose weight, which I must say, I know for a fact that I am below my ideal weight and uber skinny, but believe me, I want to put weight on!
She then had to take some blood for a clotting test, I immediately rolled up my left sleeve and explained to her that she wouldn’t get anything from my other arm as the vein was too scarred and had collapsed. Her response… “So you’re a self harmer then, oh dear, you really should stop that you know, it’s not going to help you in any way, shape or form!”
I felt my jaw drop open, “Sorry you what?!” I exclaimed, my mum trying to stifle a chuckle!
The nurse didn’t even respond to my shock. I have had Doctors and nurses in the past correctly figure out my collapsed vein and scarring issue being from my past addiction and one of the few track marks I still have visible. I had never been accused of self harming though!
Mum still doesn’t know the full story on my scarred arm, it happens to have been an ideal coincidence that one morning a few years ago, I had fainted and collapsed with my arm caught on the door handle scratching right along the vein giving me a fantastic cover story for my obvious track mark.
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