Staph Infection? Fat Ass!

So, this post needs a lot of setup because there are several factors in play.

1. I am highly prone to staph infections for some weird reason. I always have been. So I can recognize one pretty easy in most cases.

2. I have a frozen shoulder caused from my heart surgery…nearly two years ago.

3. I have been overweight since I hit puberty, but it hasn’t spiraled massively out of control until this past January…and it’s not from poor eating habits or lack of exercise. I’m still trying to figure out why I’m gaining weight when my lifestyle dictates I should be losing.

OK, so two evenings ago I was lying in bed and my hubby walked into the room. From the position I was in, he could easily see the under-back side of my left arm.

“Tamra? Do you know you have red marks under your arm?”

“Where?” I asked as I tried to reposition my arm (which is the one with the frozen shoulder).

Hubby got closer and examined the spots. “They look exactly like the staph infection craters you get.”

Shit! I think to myself as I get up to go to the mirror. Hubby takes a picture of the area because my poor eyesight can’t focus enough in the mirror to clearly see the spots. I look at the picture but it doesn’t look like anything serious, but when I touch the largest red spot on my arm I can easily feel the classic staph crater.

“God damn it!”

These infections come with no pain, itching, or anything like that; so they are easily missed if I don’t closely examine my entire body daily.

The next day I have an eye appointment so I don’t bother to go to my primary doctor. I hate more than one doctor appointment in one day. But I do call his office and make an appointment for first thing the following day. I don’t get in with my primary because he isn’t in that day.  I end up with a doctor I’ve never seen before. This is typical with my doctor’s office.

After waiting nearly an hour past my appointment time, which really irks me because I’m like the second appointment of the day…why the delay?, I finally get called back. My weight is still frustratingly high, my BP is 132/68. The nurse asks me a ton of questions that I always get asked at this office. Then I wait just a few minutes for the doctor.

“Hi.” She says kindly as she walks in. “So, you have a rash or something on your arm?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s a staph infection. I’m prone to them.” I say as I take off my shawl.

“You are diabetic?”

“Type 1.”

“How is your control?”

“My A1c is 7.7.”

“OK.” She walks over to take a look at my arm. This is when she notices I can’t lift it all the way. She asks, and I explain the frozen shoulder.

This is where things get weird. This doctor goes off on a tangent about why it is so important to be getting therapy for my shoulder…and why I need to lose weight.

I swear to you she not so delicately makes note, points out, flat out says I’m fat, obese, overweight, big, about fifty times during this twenty minute visit.  She may have well outright called me a fat ass.fat

I know she meant well.  I know I need to lose weight.  I’M TRYING!

It wouldn’t have bothered me if my weight problem was just a matter of me overeating and not exercising.  But I don’t overeat, and I do exercise. The point is, it hurt so much because I’m trying so hard to lose weight, but the opposite is happening! And this doctor doesn’t know me, so she just assumed  I’m some kind of lazy pig.

So, my visit about a staph infection became a lecture about exercises I should do at home to cure my own frozen shoulder, followed by a long lecture on how I need to eat healthy and exercise more because I’m fat.

“Diet soda. Don’t drink it, give it up and you’ll lose 15 pounds in a month.” She said, along with many other helpful tips.

Finally she prescribed antibiotics for the staph infection. “You’re right, it’s staph.” She confirmed.

“I am proud of you for working so hard at improving your health, your A1c is a good indication of your hard work, it’s never too late to get healthy.” She ended the visit on a positive note, at least.

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Author: Tamra K. Garcia

Stephen King says to "Write what you know." I know diabetes, I know me; so this is what I write about.

5 thoughts on “Staph Infection? Fat Ass!”

  1. I hate seeing new doctors. They don’t know you. They can see your A1C’s, your hospital visits, and all your records, but they don’t know you. They have no idea what makes your sugar go up or down or how things affect you. I think they forget that. I know they mean well. That’s why they went to school to help people. Keep up the good work 7.7 is amazing.

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  2. That’s crazy. I’m guessing you read my post about three hospitals this week, so I saw a lot of doctors between myself, my dad, and my grandpa. It really bugs me when I tell them something I know about my own body, but they disregard it because that wasn’t in their textbook. Arrrgh! Makes me want to throw things… Hope you never have to see that dr again.

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  3. You know your body. You know what to do and that is wonderful. Before I was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes, I had gestational diabetes. The nurse kept on accusing me of not managing my levels properly. I must have been doing something “wrong”. Three months later I was diagnosed with Type 1. I was doing my job. She was not doing hers. I understand your frustration. You are doing the best you can.

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