The Annual Exam
The doctor, a young woman, probably attractive under her white coat and dangling stethoscope, gazed at my body. Her stare made me self-conscious, and I was not too fond of what I saw.
I had a belly that looked like a huge helium balloon about to explode. I couldn’t see my toes.
“Your ankles are swollen,” she remarked, touching their spongy texture.
“I didn’t realize,” I said. “I just…