I saw my doctor about the leg wound, because it was swelling and I was a bit delirious from lack of sleep. While there I got this strange printout after I stood on a scale, which I thought was for taking my weight. (I suppose I should have been curious when I was asked to put on goggles with orange circles at the edges, but crazy wacky sleep-deprived pain will make one overlook such details.) But if I had know that I looked like, well, you can see IT, a middle-aged man with a gut the size of Iowa--the portion between MacGregor and Lansing on any Atlas will do--well, damn it all. I surely could have posed better. And what the hell's with the Wayne as Terminator shots? My job covered the bill, so at least I can laugh about something other than the bill for stepping on the scale. As if the still shot of the gut isn't enough, I also have a CD so I can make my Frankenstein gut photo into a damn screen saver...Wayne
