5ft 4 and dusty…

In my beautiful hospital gown, with my back to the wall, my feet planted firmly on the floor, I measure with a fathom.

Then I was sent to sit down.

– How tall are you? asks the attendant.

– 5 foot 5!

— We’re like 5-foot-4 and dust…

I was dumbfounded. What do you mean, 5 foot 4? Where did I go for the rest?

– All my clients have the same reaction.

I was at the radiology center for a bone densitometry test.

We lie on a table and a device is passed over our body to measure our bone density.

is that me

what Am I starting to shrink already? Mistake… I stood up straight and raised my chin and the attendant made me lower my head.

Look, that’s where I lost my height.

At the end of the exam, I was asked to sit down. Sitting in front of a screen, the attendant was looking at pictures of my pelvis.

Shit! is that me Those bones seem too small to me. God! And thinking that’s all I’m left with.

— Have you ever suffered from osteoporosis?

– No.

“Arthritis?”

– No.

“Have you suffered a fracture in the last ten years?”

– No.

My God, what does she see? Am I depressed?

– My colleague is going to do an X-ray on your back.

Another good lady installs me on a well-cut table, lying on my side, arms this way, shoulders that way, head to one side. In short, twisted. That’s a series of agonizing questions.

– That’s it, it’s over. You can get dressed and we will send the results to your doctor.

Difficulties! Am I already a candidate for titanium hips and knees?

We are very short: 5 feet 4 inches and dust … to worry me, me, dust!