I sat in my doctor's lobby reading a Podiatry Today magazine. A constant parade of elderly people would walk by on canes and walkers. One elderly lady sat down next to me.
"Terrible drought we are in," she said, making small talk.
"I know," I replied. "The long term weather models are hinting at a wetter end of June though."
"I sure hope so," she said. "My tomato plants have been suffering."
I return to my magazine until I notice my father's accountant walk in dressed in a suit. He doesn't recognize me and I sigh relieved. My father's friends always ask me what I am doing for a living these days and ask if my brother and sister are enjoying being doctors. It embarrasses me.
"Andrew?" my nurse, Rebecca, said as she opened the door to the waiting rooms.
I hurriedly got up to leave the lobby behind.
"Do you want to weigh in today?" Rebecca asked.
"Sure," I said, stepping upon the scales.
"Wow," Rebecca replied. "You have lost twenty pounds since I started weighing you."
I smiled proudly. I really have worked so hard lately to lose weight. It has been a struggle though. I am a big guy with a big and healthy appetite.
We walked into the waiting room and Rebecca prepared the injection for my schizophrenia. She inserted the two inch long needle into my butt cheek deftly and quickly. There was no blood as there sometimes can be. I barely even felt it. It was over as soon as it started.
"Thank you for making this so easy," I tell Rebecca.
She smiles and says,"Thank you."
I drove on home glad that that little ordeal is behind me for two more weeks.