Saturday, May 19, 2012
No kidding, she was referring to ME!
I was at the hospital last week (routine test, no problems) and dressed in a hospital gown plus robe, not exactly flattering.
And next to me, another lady similarly clad. Both of us undergoing general anaesthesia, both of us requiring to be weighed so the anaesthetist could determine the appropriate amount of juice on a per pound basis!!
And . . . "It's not fair that I have to get weighed right beside that skinny woman," the lady said indignantly to the nurse.
I looked around to see who she was talking about. Nobody else there. Me??
OK, so I hadn't eaten for about 15 hours in accordance with the protocol required. Nothing to drink, either, so pretty thoroughly dehydrated. Clocked in at 63.5 kg which is just under 140. Don't know what she weighed: I averted my eyes sympathetically to give her at least the illusion of privacy.
And tried not to rejoice. Me? Skinny?
And yeah, I'm back to 142 now that I've resumed my normal maintenance range of calories, my normal quota of coffee!! Darn. Short lived, I guess! But for a couple moments, I was "that skinny woman!"