My regular GP is on sabbatical, and my substitute GP has left the clinic at some time in the last 6 weeks (which I think might have been unexpected). The new doctor I got was in fact a new doctor - still doing his postgrad - and was a pretty boy with an overly arrogant demeanour for a GP. No-one wants a GP who acts like a surgeon. Surgeons are awful.
He fat shamed me a bunch, which was not helpful and I am not even sure he knew he was doing it.
Afterwards there was some crying in the supermarket. Whether from the flu jab or the fat shaming.
I fought off the crying with a sensible impulse food choice....
Dinner with Alana was a pleasant distraction.
Today I was back to my regular in recent weeks - spent in my PJs reading crappy books as I am still feeling a bit ick and not up to watching TV very much.