Well, I went to that stupid ankle doctor today. He made me wait for an hour and a half and then take 3 more X-rays (mind you I've had about 10, and a MRI and a bone scan,) and then he told me he doesn't think there's anything wrong with me (because I must be making up the pain) and told me to lose weight.
I'm serious.
I started crying and I asked him how I was supposed to lose weight if I can't do strenuous exercise (two months ago he told me to stay off my feet and suggested that I use CRUTCHES!) and he just kind of brushed me off and gave me anti-inflammatory medicine and told me to play through the pain. Even though the new x-rays showed that the bone tumor has gotten bigger. So I was hysterically crying the whole way to school and I was crying in my class and I had to take a quiz on some really tough Renassaince stuff. I stopped crying when class started. My teacher is so funny and cool, I still enjoyed class, but I can't stop thinking about how crappy it made me feel. Then I went out to lunch with my best friend, and had some chips with my sandwich (which goes to show you that emotional eating is real) and then I felt like crap for doing that, even though they were light chips. I just got out of my other classes and now I guess I'm going to go to the gym and "play through the pain." My mom wants me to go see someone else, but I'm sick of wasting time and money on the stupid ankle, especially if it just hurts because I'm big and fat and ugly.
My ex-boyfriend's birthday is this weekend too and I keep thinking about him. And I'm getting my period. Neither of those things is helping.
So here's my lunch:
Vegetable sandwich on pumpernickel bread which had yellow, red, and green pepper slices, zucchini slices, tomato slices, and spinach leaves, with an artichoke spread (who knows how many calories that was. It tasted healthy.)
Bag of lite chips (150 calories.
)
Diet Coke
I'm not saying I want to give up by any means, that doctor just made me feel so bad. And if I had known that's what he was going to say I would have been exercising this whole time. I was trying to follow his orders and stay off my ankle. Now he tells me to play through the pain. I hate him.