To start the appointment, I peed in a cup, something I've lost the knack of since The Boy was born. Then the Chatty Cathy nurse took my blood pressure and ordered me up on the scale. She dropped the weight at the 100 mark and started flicking the top marker.
Flick. Flick. FLICK. FLICK!
My heart stopped as the scale wavered. The marker showed I'd gained nearly 25 pounds. TWENTY-FIVE pounds. In 11 weeks.
"That canNOT be right," I said.
"NO! That's not right."
"Well, wait, a second. Here's the problem." Chatty Cathy moved the bottom weight just a bit to the left. "See, it was set on kilograms. Here. Is that better?"
Yes, yes it was. My heart started beating again. I actually have gained about three pounds. That is acceptable.