It’s fascinating, isn’t it, when you can win for losing? At some point you just want to bitch slap people for being stupid. Making foolish assumptions. Being completely unable to deal with a person- any person- without automatically placing a set of limitations and values. What I find at 65 is the opposite, in one area in particular. Doctors infantilise older women, and don’t have an effing clue about how to handle an athlete who walks in with four inches’ worth of research on a topic, and who, in fact, often knows more about the topic than the provider in front of me- at least the most recent research. That pisses them off. My fave story is of a white female ER doc who told me that I needed more meds because I was “overoxygenated.” She accused me of panting because of anxiety. I’d already run 3600 steps and done 60 laps at my pool that morning. Nitwit. Moron. Idiot. I told her that my oxy was 95% at 17,500 feet and my pulse was 54 on my way to summitting Kilimanjaro, and suggested where she could put her meds. People are so blind and are blind to their blindness. If you call them on it, they get defensive and angry. It’s institutionalized stupidty. And in so many ways, we are all guilty of it in some form unless we remain brutally aware of ourselves.

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