A former patient came in today, determined to see me. She's a sweetheart in general, but today was just awkward. Like the way that she announced- several times- that I was "wasting away". It would have been one thing if she was joking, but it's a whole different thing when she announces it in a slightly alarmed voice like she thinks I might need an intervention sometime soon. And she says this loudly in the waiting area. Ah, thank you. Please use your indoor voice for making awkward statements next time.
It's amazing how- even though I completely disagree with her assessment- hearing her say it several times in that tone made me feel like I needed to find the nearest fainting couch and dig out my smelling salts. And consider counseling. Seriously! I'm very happy with how I look and feel since I've moved out here, and I am certainly not trying to lose weight. (Which is good, because judging by the pile of chocolate wrappers beside me, that's not going to happen. Love Dove dark chocolate with almonds!) But I am NOT wasting away. My current BMI is 24.2, and healthy BMI is considered to be 18.5-24.9. So, yeah. Not flirting with being underweight. I actually found out that women consider the ideal weight for my height to be 15 pounds less than I weigh right now. I disagree. My ideal weight is about right where I am.
Sorry, you didn't need to hear all that! I'm more justifying to her, which is ridiculous since she doesn't read this blog. But the awkwardness continues!
The real reason she came today? Because someone she knows- who is probably a very nice guy- just broke up with his live in girlfriend of 2.5 years, and she wanted to know if I wanted his number. Let me see... Umm, no? What on earth made you think that I would like to volunteer as the role of the rebound?! I told her that I wasn't interested until he'd had a chance to get over her. So she says she'll check back in a month and a half. Really? Six weeks is all the more time that bought me? C'mon, I should've at least had 3 months from that! And ideally by then he would have found someone else. (Or I would have, but that seems unlikely projecting from past experience.) At the very least, it is to be hoped that he will have some sort of living arrangement then since he was living with this woman.
But here's the real issue. People want to set me up with guys, admittedly good guys, but guys that do not know or have any interest in faith. I can't connect with them in a deeper way, because what I find most important in life is not on their radar screen.
Oh, well. Such is life. At least she's trying to be nice by thinking of me when she comes across a nice available guy!