I was getting fat. Seriously fat. Couldn’t see the scales beneath me.
150kg. Time to see good ol’ Doctor Jenkins.
I sat down in front of him. I could tell he was examining the fat in my face.
“Doctor, look at the state of me. Is there any medication you can suggest?”
He raised his eyebrows.
“I’ll be referring you to a dentist.”
“But, why? There’s nothing wrong with my teeth.”
“Oh yes there is. The dentist will need to remove your sweet tooth.”