I was at the doctor’s office today, waiting my turn after having graduated from outer perimeter to inner sanctuary but, still waiting nonetheless. One of the doctors was walking down the hall towards me, a nurse sort of skip-hop running along behind him to keep up. She handed him a chart over his right shoulder and said, “She’s in exam room 15. She’s lost eight pounds in a week.” The doctor opened the chart and looked at it. As he passed me he said, “Eight pounds in a week? That’s my kind of girl.”
What does that even mean?