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27 May 2003

I feel like I've tumbled down the rabbit hole. I'm standing, like Alice, with cookies labeled "eat me" in each hand, wondering which to bite...and feeling like I took a bite of the wrong one.

Now that we have our new bone density machine up and running, we're starting to get a routine established, forms created, the office set up efficiently, etc., etc.

"C" moved the scale from Dr. G's office into the DEXA room so that she could weigh patients, which is an important thing to know when you're about to calculate someone's bone density.

Another important number to know is height. Dr. G has been looking for some sort of measuring implement to attach to the wall so C could measure the patients, but he finally gave up and resorted to the "family" method--he made marks on the wall with a magic marker.

I have to admit that I was kind of glad he got the measuring wall set. After a certain age, somehow being measured on your birthday stops being something you look forward to--or even need to do. Once you've reached your full height, there's no point in a yearly height check.

I've also had my own bone density checked. As the office guinea pig, I've been checked. And checked. And checked. We know more about my bones in the office than a paleontologist knows about the latest Tyrannesaurus Rex leg bone.

One of the signs of osteoporosis (or the osteopenia which preceeds it) is the loss of height--all those brittle bones kind of settling in on each other. Weight bearing exercise helps prevent osteoporosis and as I've been bearing more weight than the common person for a very long time, my bones are just fine, thankyouverymuch. It's the only useful thing I've discovered yet about being overweight--great bones.

But still, I am 60 and I was curious to see whether I still measure the same height.

"Measure me," I said to Dr. G, as he was capping the Sharpie. I felt like a little kid on her third birthday.

"How tall are you?" he asked. "5' 5" tall?"

I laughed. "No. 5' 7"," I told him.

"No way," he said. "There is no way you are 5' 7'"

But...but...I've been 5' 7" all my life. It says so on my medical chart. It says so on my driver's license (or whatever other public documents require you to list your height). It was fun thinking that I'd prove him wrong.

I backed up to the wall. He got the ruler to measure and.... 5' 5"

Huh? I've shrunk two inches??? How did that happen?

I thought about the time recently when Walt walked into the kitchen, looked at me, and asked "when did you get so short?"

Short? me?

I thought back to the slacks I was given for Christmas and how I had to have them shortened.

Have I nibbled the wrong side of the "eat me" cookies?

I've shrunk 2 inches and my feet have grown. I used to wear size 7 shoes and now, if I'm lucky, I can squeeze into 10, but more often I have to try to find 11s (and try finding size 11 shoes in anything stylish!).

I'm short.

I have big feet.

If I start getting hairy ankles, I'm going to stop reading Tolkein books.

DESCRIPTION OF A HOBBIT:  Good-natured rather than beautiful. Broad, bright-eyed, red- cheeked with mouths apt to laughter. Fond of simple jests at all times. Hobbit feet were typically hairy and thick skinned and they are quite a trademark for this race. Few used shoes since they had little use for them. Hobbits were inclined to be fat, and did not hurry unnecessarily. Eating and drinking was a most appreciated activity, six meals a day was the preferred number.

Yikes...I am a hobbit!

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