Overheard in post-surgical recovery:
“…probably a runner. Or an excessive exerciser.”
They were referring to the cause of my low blood pressure, which is low to begin with and sank to alarming levels as I came out of anesthesia. But it does feel a little bothersome that my caretakers would have such passive aggression toward someone they don’t even know–someone who’s put a lot of trust in them. And really, how come it’s okay to have low blood pressure because you run, but it’s “excessive” if you come by it through exercise? It’s sentiments like this that make me wish I were still running, because somehow that feels more legitimate than going to a gym. Or, at the very least, less likely to be judged. Being a people-pleaser at war with being myself.