I deliberately didn’t make the call to schedule a weigh-in for this week. Normally, I get weighed by my primary care physician Mondays, meaning that today would have been the day. But no, I was sneaky. I’m so sick of the whole routine. Call the cab. Take the cab there. Pay the driver $9. Get in to the office and wait about 7 minutes for Dr. K. Her cheery face. Get undressed and into a johnny. It is either a lightweight johnny or a nice heavyweight one, depending on what’s on top of the stack. Dr. K knocks on the door to see if I’m ready. I step on the scale.
It’s always the same number. I have rigged it this way. And last week, she caught me in this game.
So this week, I didn’t bother. Why waste her time, my time, everyone’s time, $9?
So maybe I’ll get a call from her asking where I am. Maybe not. Maybe she’ll call Dr. P to “taddle” on me.
When I told Dr. P and my T that I once weighed 6 pounds less than Dr. K’s scale said, they were shocked. I had, indeed, pulled the wool over everyone’s eyes.
Yeah, that’s enough wool to make another sweater for Puzzle.