“Is there anything else you wanted to talk about today?” the doctor asks.
My eyes go straight to the gray flecks on the white tile floor, then to the cream-colored walls, the stainless steel sink, the soap dispenser, the opaque window, the stand-up scale.
159 lbs (not bad). Blood pressure 140/92 (not so good). Temperature 97.1 (odd). I feel okay, and that’s what matters, right?
Thing is, I’ve been having trouble peeing. Some nights I hover at the toilet till I’m light-headed. I know I’ve reached that age. I won’t mention it. I’m here for a flu shot.