So I went to my doctor today to get my cholesterol checked. I brought up that I haven’t been sleeping well since middle school. He said I was depressed. I told him I had problems getting up in the morning for work because I have a restless mind. He told me I needed to diet and exercise. I told him I exercise 3 or 4 times a week or 2 hours or more and have changed my diet for the last month or so. He told me he wanted to see me at 168. I told him that at 232, there was no way that was going to happen anytime soon. He told me not to starve or hurt myself. I asked him if 168 would be cutting into my muscle mass, in an unhealthy way. He told me he wanted to see me in 2 months to see if I was coming on to that 168 number he liked so much. I turned to leave. He told me if I felt like hurting myself to call him, and exercize more. I walked out the door. I so wanted to take the words of Foamy to his doorstep. These will be omited for reasons of… well, ther’re not very nice. Needless to say, I’m now looking for a new doctor that doesn’t suck so bad.
My all your appointments involve medication