I’ve had an ankle condition for the last ten years that doctors have
been ignoring because of my weight. It finally looked as though I
might be able to have surgery to ameliorate the problem. And then I
met the anaesthetist.
“Hello, my name is Dr X. We have a big problem; your weight.”
“Yes, I’m aware it’s a problem.”
“Well, you know what the cause of that is, don’t you? It’s eating too much.”
The consultation went downhill from there. He told me I was at a
higher risk for problems from the general anaesthetic (which I knew)
but couldn’t or wouldn’t give me any idea of the scale of the risk,
despite repeated asking. He insisted that I cut my food intake in
half and lose weight quickly for the operation, and told me to my face
that I was lying about my dieting history (all twenty unsuccessful
years of it), and that he ‘didn’t believe’ the results of obesity
studies. He also informed me that it was healthier to regularly lose
and regain weight than it is to keep a stable weight.
In short, he gave me inaccurate and actively dangerous advice, and
left me in tears with no way of making an informed decision.
At the moment I’m strongly considering giving up all idea of
correcting my ankle condition, and just resigning myself to being
unable to walk. And when I get fatter and less healthy from lack of
exercise, I’m sure that’ll be my fault for eating too much as well.
I’m so angry about this. But what’s the point in complaining?