Contrary to popular belief....

It seems like when I think things are going to be routine and boring, something stupid happens and irritates me. Once, during a routine advising session (required for registration at MSJ..stupid, I know) my advisor breaks into this little ditty: "So, are you taking care of yourself?" and I'm confused. I simply said "Uh, yeah" and she goes "No, I mean it. Are you really taking care of yourself" and I was like "As far as I know..." and she proceeds with this nugget of stupidity "What I mean is, are you eating?" I couldn't even justify that with a response. I honestly just sat there looking at her, dumbfounded. I mean, it was one thing for my pediatrician to give me the old eating disorder talk when I was 15, but for my advisor of the month to do it..well, that's just uncalled for. She continues this interrogation with "well, the faculty and I have been discussing how pale and thin you look lately, I mean you're always pale and thin but it seems excessive lately." So sorry Mary, I'll try to start getting my tan on in October...to look more human and less vampire. Who is this lady? And why on EARTH is she asking me if I eat. furthermore, doesn't the faculty have anything better to talk about than my eating habits? How about this, why don't you talk about not playing favorites in the classroom, or how to stop flirting with male students? If I was less scared of her eating me in this situation I would've retorted with "Of course I eat, I just pull the trigger" but in order to escape an after-school special waiting to happen I just said "yes, I'm still eating" and then stared at her with a face that clearly said "you are too dumb for life, can I go now?"

I love that I get called out for "not eating" however, the girls who came to gross anatomy half-baked and decided that using a scalpel was a good idea...they get no intervention. The girl who was an OBVIOUS alcoholic and who fell off a ladder at a strip club after a long night of drinking, thus fracturing her scapula..no intervention. The girl who is pale in the fall (how dare she?) & hasn't weighed more than a 110 pounds on her heaviest day...oh yes..time for an intervention. Some say "at least they care"...um no, they don't care about me. They care about looking like they've "saved" someone. Because then they would look better, and I would look like a fool. In retrospect..I wish I had given Mary the proverbial middle finger at that very moment. I hate when I am dignified in situations that don't deserve the preservation of dignity. Oh, and this attempted intervention caused my mom to become RAGING pissed. She almost called to give a proverbial middle finger of her own. Her words "I think I'll be the one to decide when my daughter is anorexic, not you PT. Who do these people think they are?"

So contrary to some beliefs: I am not anorexic, I do not pull the trigger, and I do eat more than once a week (although, it's great to joke about)