My boyfriend and I are both happy fatties.
For years, I’ve been dealing with his snoring, which has complicated a sleep and chronic pain disorder that I have, but he was tentative about going to a specialist because he was certain the doctor would say, “Hey, dude, lose some weight and everything will be peachy keen.” Despite this fear, I finally convinced him to seek a solution for his snoring.
He had a sleep study, which came back relatively normal, and his primary care physician suggeted that he see an ear, nose & throat specialist to see if s/he might be able to further diagnose him and provide treatment.
His appointment with the ENT was yesterday. Despite being able to determine two physical conditions that could result in snoring – a deviated septum and chronic nasal inflammation – the doctor did exactly what my boyfriend had feared: gave him a long lecture about the importance of him losing weight and making assumptions that this was the true cause of his snoring problem. The doctor even recommended specific weight loss programs, all the while looking in my direction as if to say, “Take note, fatty, you could use this advice, too, even though you’re not even my patient.”
As a person with chronic medical conditions, I’ve seen my share of cocky, rude, and fatphobic medical professionals, but this particular specialist was the worst I’ve ever encountered, and he wasn’t even my doctor.