Munchkin
Full of Fairy Dust
More than 10 years ago I met a woman who was auditioning to be a drummer in my SO's band. She was nice and as a drummer, she was adequate. The music business is tough and adequate doesn't fill a venue. Jeff asked my opinion and I said I would not hire her for my band. First because she was just adequate and second because she would never be reliable. She was going to have too many health problems. When you are in a band, reliable is almost as important as being a talented musician. What do you do when someone can't show up? You have to pay top dollar to replace them on short notice. Probably more money than you are making from the gig.
Jeff had several people scheduled to audition but she sort of followed him around from gig to gig to sit in and play. She really did want the job. I got to know her better because she was just there. Sure enough she had tons of health issues. She went on and on about them whenever I saw her. Probably not smart. I didn't have the power to hire and fire but I did have influence. She was right around SSMO. Pretty sure she was somewhere between 400 and 500lbs. She could barely walk and all her issues were related to size.
One night she opened the door. Started telling me about her latest diet. I hesitated and just said diets had never worked for me. Not because I couldn't lose weight, I just couldn't keep it off. And of course she asked me what I did. When I told her I used to be about the same size as her, she almost plotzed right there. I told her about the DS. At first I got some of the standard fat acceptance lines from her. Yes, we should accept people of all sizes but I had surgery because I wanted to fit better in an average sized world and I was scared to death thinking about all the size related problems I was going to have down the road if I didn't do SOMETHING. I didn't want to be in a wheelchair and dependent on others for my care. I knew this wasn't the first time someone had told her to consider WLS. I told her why I chose the DS. She already knew I could eat. She had seen me eat several times. She had also seen me with alcoholic beverages so she knew I could drink too. She asked a lot of questions about what I could and couldn't eat/do and I was honest. I really didn't have any limitations.
Jeff didn't hire her and I stopped seeing her all the time. But we are friends on FB and she posts a LOT. Fast forward 10+ years and she is in a wheelchair and is totally dependent on others for care. She has been diagnosed with everythingbutthekitchensinkitis. She can't walk at all and has a Hoyer Lift in her apartment. She spends her life going from doctor to doctor, firing them when they tell her things she does not want to hear. Probably quite a few fired her too because she is crazy nuts now. Psych Consult would be MY first order as her physician too. She is delusional. She blames all her problems on chem trails, 5G networks, and high tension electric lines. She has become a tinfoil hat person. Never once has she acknowledged that even some of her problems are related to her weight and all the decades her body was forced to work too hard. Totally in denial and she works it HARD. She can't play the drums anymore and her life is pretty empty. I feel sorry for her. But I know I can't fix her.
But I did try. I made sure she knew there was another option.
Jeff had several people scheduled to audition but she sort of followed him around from gig to gig to sit in and play. She really did want the job. I got to know her better because she was just there. Sure enough she had tons of health issues. She went on and on about them whenever I saw her. Probably not smart. I didn't have the power to hire and fire but I did have influence. She was right around SSMO. Pretty sure she was somewhere between 400 and 500lbs. She could barely walk and all her issues were related to size.
One night she opened the door. Started telling me about her latest diet. I hesitated and just said diets had never worked for me. Not because I couldn't lose weight, I just couldn't keep it off. And of course she asked me what I did. When I told her I used to be about the same size as her, she almost plotzed right there. I told her about the DS. At first I got some of the standard fat acceptance lines from her. Yes, we should accept people of all sizes but I had surgery because I wanted to fit better in an average sized world and I was scared to death thinking about all the size related problems I was going to have down the road if I didn't do SOMETHING. I didn't want to be in a wheelchair and dependent on others for my care. I knew this wasn't the first time someone had told her to consider WLS. I told her why I chose the DS. She already knew I could eat. She had seen me eat several times. She had also seen me with alcoholic beverages so she knew I could drink too. She asked a lot of questions about what I could and couldn't eat/do and I was honest. I really didn't have any limitations.
Jeff didn't hire her and I stopped seeing her all the time. But we are friends on FB and she posts a LOT. Fast forward 10+ years and she is in a wheelchair and is totally dependent on others for care. She has been diagnosed with everythingbutthekitchensinkitis. She can't walk at all and has a Hoyer Lift in her apartment. She spends her life going from doctor to doctor, firing them when they tell her things she does not want to hear. Probably quite a few fired her too because she is crazy nuts now. Psych Consult would be MY first order as her physician too. She is delusional. She blames all her problems on chem trails, 5G networks, and high tension electric lines. She has become a tinfoil hat person. Never once has she acknowledged that even some of her problems are related to her weight and all the decades her body was forced to work too hard. Totally in denial and she works it HARD. She can't play the drums anymore and her life is pretty empty. I feel sorry for her. But I know I can't fix her.
But I did try. I made sure she knew there was another option.
