"I'm telling you ... low-carb," Mother tells me. "No more than 20 grams a day. That's the only way to change your metabolism."
"Geez Mom, stop picking on me."
"That's the fourth time you've mentioned it."
"It's just that I know you're unhappy."
"I never said I was unhappy. How do you know I am?"
"I know you. I know you're not happy like that."
"Look, I told you, the doctor said it was the combination of medications. It's not my fault."
"I know. Do you really need them?"
"Um, your nurse just weighed me and it seems I've somehow gained twenty pounds since I saw you last month?"
"Hmm. That is curious."
"How can that even be possible? I think I would have noticed. Is that even physically possible?"
"Well, maybe it's the medication that did that."
"Or maybe you just had a bad month." He smiles.
A bad month? I think to myself.