I now pre-emptively mention the fat thing - and saw an absolutely wonderful consultant last week about a problem I've had for more than 20 years (but went undiagnosed for 9, as my family GP said it was down to weight - at the time, I was still 5'9, but ten stone instead of considerably more): I said I appreciated it wasn't helped - and he launched into a diatribe against doctors who blame things on weight, and how they put people off seeking help, before saying that he wasn't there to judge me, just to make me get better. I fell in love instantly!
To get the referral (to be clear - it's something that wasn't caused by excess weight, but isn't helped by it: and won't get better on it's own without an operation) I had to see a pratty locum, who laughed when I said how I caused the flare up (tripped out running) and then said, "I'm sorry, but you have to admit the thought of you actually running is quite funny"
Yes, I agree - it is: and I don't run so much as lumber - I appreciate that to. But I am never going to lose weight without moving more, and the pre-existing injury means that walking or running is the only option: both are uncomfortable, but neither actively hurt (as, for example, cycling and swimming do). Well, until this...
He then made a song and dance about the waiting times - before asking me to get on the scales: I know to the quarter pound how much I weigh, so he could have asked. I thought there was a medical reason- but no, he was checking, as there's a hospital which is always empty: but they don't take obese people so it was no good for me. Now - I'm not being funny, and I admit I carry my weight quite well, in that people are horrified when they find out what I actually weight - but you can see from LOOKING at me that I am obese, FFS! Seriously - there's a far chick sitting in front of you, saying she's fat - and you need her to get on the scales to check if her BMI's over 30?!
(And the moron sent the referral letter to the wrong surgeon at the wrong hospital - but that's another story...)
The short version: I feel your pain, OP - and no, YANBU!