Guys, a synagogue saved me on Shabbat's night.
That's marvelous. I'm fervently hoping for your continued safety, along with your family and friends, including your friend who was just called in.
ION, can I just say how mentally healthy (and physically healthy, BY THE WAY [this parenthetical will make much more sense in a minute]) I am?
My dad was contacted by Medicare, who wanted to send a doctor out for a home visit, to go over his medical history and current situation and treatments, etc. They did not say the purpose of the visit, and the doctor himself said that they didn't tell him the purpose of the visit -- they only told him what information he needed to gather, but not why. (I'm assuming he wasn't lying.)
The doctor visit was today, so I went to my dad's for it, because he's not extremely adept in healthcare jargon -- like most people -- and I didn't want him to agree to anything that might be to his detriment, just because he didn't understand it, or felt pressured. (As it turns out, all the doctor did was take his medical history, which, because it's my dad, took a LONG time.)
So anyway. The doctor was getting all of his heart disease/diabetes/hypertension history, and asked if there was family history of heart disease. Dad chuckled, and said, yes, both parents and all his siblings. The doctor asked "What about your kids?" And Dad looked at me, and then said "No, they're fine." (I had introduced myself as Dad's daughter, so the doctor knew that.)
The doctor looked at me, and said "You're his daughter? You shouldn't be in here; you should be out running. A LOT. And you should weigh about 116 pounds."
O_O
I looked at him with no expression and said, "Well, that's not likely to happen, so I'm glad my health happens to be good." And he said, "You're not diabetic?"
O_O
I said, flatly, "No." And -- I swear I am not making this shit up, why do the fat people always get picked on? -- he said, "Yet."
O_O
So, rather than punching him in the face or sitting on him with my giant nondiabetic ass, I gave him my very best Fuck You, You Fucking Fuck smile and said, "You should probably stick to my dad's medical issues."
Here's where the mentally healthy part comes in: rather than hating on myself in my head, and vowing to starve/throw up/cut parts off so that I can meet this stranger's arbitrary standard, I thought, "I am so glad my ACTUAL doctors aren't assholes like this fucking guy." And that, Reader, was the extent of my thought process about that. (Other than "I am SO posting about this when I get home!")
Also, I went to the OB/GYN today, and my blood pressure was ridiculously perfect, and I weigh about 10 pounds less than I thought I would (which is not an indicator of health or disease, but just an interesting data point in light of the ridiculously arbitrary and totally unachievable weight that Doctor I Am An Asshole threw out at me). So fuck you, Doctor I Am An Asshole, you are lucky I didn't sit on you.