Aw, my first *headdesk*. February 29, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, medical school, phlegm, yellow bile.
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I am a full-fledged member of the American Medical Student Association, a grass-roots, student-run professional organization that is absolutely fantastic in its widespread and aggressive campaigning for patient rights, equality, justice, and compassionate care. Until tonight I have had no complaints, and I actually am a PharmFree national coordinator for the osteopathic schools (see here for details on this awesome campaign). So you can imagine my shock when I read this month’s The New Physician, the monthly journal for AMSA, and read the following:
Suck It In, Strap It On
Is it getting tough to click it? Uncovering another risk for overweight and obese individuals, researchers at Vanderbilt University and Meharry Medical College found that heavier drivers were less likely to wear seat belts, primarily because the belts were more difficult to put on. In fact, 55 percent of extremely obese respondents said they did not use seat belts. Researchers suggest that automobile manufacturers offer extenders or cushioning apparatus to larger car buyers. Or maybe it could come with your Happy Meal.
I was inspired. February 25, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, yellow bile.
So, bigliberty put up a post about the presidential candidates and their position on fat discrimination. I was going to comment but HEY I have a blog now too! So I am a Barack Obama supporter and I decided to up and write him a little letter on his website. Who knows if it will be read, but it made me feel better. This is what I wrote:
Dear Senator Obama, I have thus far strongly supported your campaign, as has my whole family, and I have donated more to you than I have ever donated to any other political figure. I believe in you and your vision for a better America. Please understand that your campaign means more to me than any other presidential race I have been privileged to observe. (more…)
Hair management. February 23, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, medical school, yellow bile.
So, one of my instructors is also a primary care physician–I believe she’s an internist–and I was told that she has a hair-removal laser in her office. (It’s disturbing the high percentage of physicians in Vegas who evidently can’t make ends meet unless they have some sort of in-house, cash-pay “medispa.” One more reason not to practice in this place.) She happens to be the instructor who gave the lecture on obesity as an eating disorder, and it’s no secret that she finds obesity to be a major destructive force in patients. Now, I am in the market for a laser treatment; specifically, I want to go to Brazil (ahem). (more…)
The good crave. February 23, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, family, fat, medical school.
Okay, so I’m really on a challenging journey trying to figure out what my body wants to eat. It’s hard for a couple of reasons:
I’ve been dieting for so damn long that I’m used to someone else telling me what I should eat.
I’m in school. I do not have instantaneous access to nourishing, inexpensive, fresh foods of all varieties. I am lucky if I can afford Chipotle. Also, I am stuck in a box for eight hours a day. I do not have time to cook.
My husband and I have very different ideas of how to eat. I am a grazer; he is a two-squares a day type.
I tend toward overeating because, as one of six children, I subconsciously panic that if I don’t eat it all now there will be none left later. Intellectually I know this is ridiculous. The hungry child within begs to differ.
On algorithms. February 21, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, fat, medical school, yellow bile.
Tonight I picked my husband up from work (we’re almost done with the truck but for right now I cart him around if I want to have the car during the day) and he was jonesing for a baked potato from Wendy’s with bacon on it. When we asked for said item in the drive-through, the charming young male voice emerging from the speakers at the restaurant told us that they did not put bacon on their baked potatoes. Mr Phledge asked if we could just get a side order of bacon, and again we were denied. So–brilliant devotee of bacon that I am–I asked for a spicy chicken sandwich with bacon on it. Behold! A spicy chicken sandwich with bacon, coming up! We rolled our eyes and also ordered a plain baked potato. Either the tender sprig gave in to complicity, or he didn’t figure it out, but up came the potato on the ordering screen. Mr Phledge and I laughed the whole way home.
What does this have to do with medicine? (more…)
Four humours explained. February 21, 2008Posted by phledge in black bile, blood, phlegm, yellow bile.
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For those unfamiliar with the terms, go here for an explanation of what the four humours are. I thought it’d be kinda cute to categorize my posts accordingly, as opposed to “happy, sad, mad, horny.”
Good ol’ Hippocrates.
The terror has been unleashed. February 21, 2008Posted by phledge in fat, medical school, phlegm, yellow bile.
With the encouragement of a few lone voices in the wilderness who have been fooled into thinking that I can adequately describe my own version of events, I am blogging about (mostly) my medical education as it unfolds, and especially how it relates to my experience as a fat woman undergoing the transformation that is fat acceptance. There’s only so many times I can hear how our obese! patients need to lose weight no matter what, that we need to be carefully monitoring our patients on life-saving medications that have weight gain as a side effect oh NOEZ in case we have to discontinue the (remember, life-saving) meds, that obesity is an eating disorder, that research from 1995 is perfectly acceptable as the latest information about fat and health. So I come home and holler at my husband about how idiotic this all is, and I think he’s tired of hearing it. I holler in comments to other peoples’ posts which is rude and inconsistent and makes me look like a shrew. But through that portal a couple of people recommended that I grab hold of a wild blog and tame it into letting me tell my little story. So, voilá! There will be other stuff here, too, and hopefully I’m not too intensely boring. Please visit often and tell me what you’d like to hear, if I haven’t already addressed it.