“I appreciate your concern,” I said. “But I’m fine. Really. I’ve been staying up too late and I’ve been in such a rush to get to work every morning, I haven’t had time to shave or shower, and I keep grabbing the same clothes.”
In all honesty, I had plenty of time in the morning to shave and shower, and because I had a cleaning woman who did my laundry every week, I had plenty of clean clothes. The problem was my stomach. It had expanded to the point where only a few of my shirts and pants fit properly and I was too lazy to go shopping for something new.
“What about your hands?”
“The muscle spasms in my hands are from playing tennis. My brother has a tennis court. I played a lot during the summer and strained the muscles. I saw a doctor. He said it was nothing.”
“In both hands?”
“I hav
