aim gun at foot ... and fire

soooo, the doctors now have it on permanent record that i am *drum roll*  ... underweight.

fantastic.

and the great thing is, i think i could have gotten away with not being weighed. she asked me if i was about the same weight and i replied "yeah pretty much" then shot myself in the foot by saying "just lost a couple of pounds i think." "nothing too dramatic i hope" she said. sooo, on the scales i went. and apparently it was a dramatic loss. last time i was 56 kg (about 124 lb) and this time i was about 48 kg i think (105 lb) i didn't see the scales properly, but on the screen my bmi said 17.6. even though it was the evening, i had tried to fill up on water and was wearing a heavy cardie that added about a pound (i checked beforehand). what would she have said if she had seen the 101.0lb on the scales this morning while i was naked and had just been to the toilet? i wonder what's a more representative measurement? i never stay the number it says in the morning throughout the day, but im back to it the next morning. so i suppose it is a true measurement?

she asked me if i was eating properly. "yes."
she then asked me if i was a lazy cook, if i exercised vigorously, if i made myself sick after eating. does she think i'm an idiot? i told her "no" and spun some story about how i went on a health kick after Easter, and didn't realise that i was underweight.

it seemed like she wouldn't drop it. she kept on repeating that it was a large weight loss.

"hmmmm. we'll just leave it, and keep an eye on it then."

and finally dropped it. but it's still on record. i hate those things.

all i wanted was some more contraceptive pill! guhhh. hopefully i have gotten away with it. i was creeping myself out thinking she was gonna phone my mum like my head of year did after finding out that i cut myself. but then i remembered the whole confidentiality thing, and i'm not a child anymore, so she can't tell tales on me. can she?