This morning I had an appointment with my primary care physician. I was really dreading this visit, because constipation and laxative abuse aren't the most comfortable of topics to discuss. I was really nervous about it, but my husband went with me, and that really helped to distract me, especially on the drive there, and during the times that I was waiting. I think that he wanted to come along because he had some questions, and I don't think that he quite trusted that I would tell her everything, or was worried that I would leave out something of importance. Of course, the first thing that they always do is have you get on the scale. We don't even own a scale at home because if we did, I know that I would obsessively weigh myself. I haven't known what my weight is for almost a year now, and when I see my nutritionist, she always weighs me backwards, so that I don't see the number. I asked to be weighed backwards today also, but my husband was standing there, so he ...
