so, yesterday i had to go over to stamford to get a physical just so that i could get cleared to get an eye operation next month (more on that later), and it reminded me of how much i hate going.
it wasn’t just because i don’t like getting blood drawn (i’m deathly afraid of needles), nor was it just because i’m uncomfortable with taking my shirt off in front of people.
it was because of two things: getting on the scale, and getting the hernia test. i’m not exactly a big fan of scales simply because i know that i’m overweight and need to lose weight, but today was a shocker. i thought i was 175, but i wasn’t. i’m currently 200lbs. 200!
i don’t even know where to start on that. so i’m not going to.
the hernia test wasn’t any better, since this was the first time that i had ever been around this doctor, and here he was feeling around the one part of my body that i wouldn’t even want the people i care about to even see, let alone actually touch. having a guy old enough to be your father checking to see if your balls are ok with his hands wasn’t exactly the way i wanted to start.
luckily for me, though, i was deemed healthy enough for surgery, despite being (incredibly) overweight. woohoo!





