I was expecting to hear something about my weight at my physical, given that I think I’ve gained 15 pounds since the last time I weighed myself.
“You’ve gained 130 pounds since last October!” said the doctor.
“That can’t be right.” I said.
“Your weight last October was 120.”
My weight in grade school was 120. My weight when Gary and I were separated was 120. Not possible.
Possibilities:
- I said it wrong if asked last October. I routinely give my weight starting with a 1 when I mean to start with a 2. People always correct me.
- I weighed 210 and someone transposed the numbers. I can see being 210, up 20 from my miraculous pre-covid 190. 220 is more likely.
At any rate, the numbers got straightened out, I got credit for my 30 pound weight gain, and we went on to discuss the merits of cassava bread.
In hours I got the results of my blood tests, and my sodium is high and my protein is low, but my kidneys are fine (no protein in my urine, even, if you were looking).. I went on to play my favorite game of self-diagnosis. I landed on a brain lesion that is affecting my ability to absorb nutrients so I am over-eating to compensate for the lack of protein.
It will be none of those things. I’d say it’s my recently poor diet, but I’ve been jamming protein in my maw with every meal and snack. The only thing it might be is my liver, and I don’t get liver tests until next week.