Me? I admit it’s been a while since I last took a psychopathology class, but I’m pretty sure part of the diagnostic criteria is being underweight. Yes, I’m not eating. Yes, I’ve lost weight. No, I’m not underweight. And my body image is just fine, thank you very much. I’m fat and I know I’m fat. But I certainly don’t see an elephant when I look in the mirror.
I’m not trying to be flip here. Really. Anorexia Nervosa is a serious eating disorder. And perhaps I’m starting to lean into some sort of eating disorder territory (I ignore the fact I physically feel hungry because I don’t mentally feel hungry). But really Dr. Park. Anorexia? I wish I had my trusty copy of the DSM here. I guess I’ll ignore the pain in my wrist and see what I can find on the internet. Hell, I could probably just ask Dr. Park next week to borrow his copy for a day.
In other health news, I’m having my thyroid rechecked along with a bunch of random other checkup type stuff. I need to confirm with my dad they found cancer in my mom’s thyroid on autopsy. That’s a vital piece of information that I can’t quite remember.