So...nobody on here is aware but I've been having some health issues that we're trying to iron out.
My ALT (liver enzymes) keeps coming back really high and there were suggestions of hepatitis among other things. So, after a battery of blood tests and a couple of ultrasounds (the hospital mixed up my records with a Shawn J. Reynolds of the same birthday, but a different year - they almost blew me on my 2nd visit to avoid some HIPAA-related litigation) it appears my liver shows nothing remarkable. I have one quite obscure test left from which to glean information that has something to do with a liver-controlled function which regulates a fluid or membrane that protects the lungs and then I'm in the clear.
Anyway, we went out last night to celebrate the fact that I might not die as soon as we thought and there were 2 happenings worth mentioning.
First, I got run backwards into a wall by some guy that wanted to kill me. For once in my life I had nothing to do with the anger that loomed. He came up to me and started asking me odd questions and all of a sudden grabbed my shoulders and ran me backwards. I gave no sarcasm or negativity he just had decided, probably before we started speaking, that it was my time to learn what what. I didn't even react afterwards - I was pretty shocked. They ended up rooting out the problem and his girl was evidently talking about and looking at every guy in the joint so I guess I was just the first guy he got radar lock on...
Next, we have a pedestal coffee table at the house which has a 1" thick glass top on it. Amy brought this thing into the relationship and I always found it odd that she had the forethought to keep an extra top in the garage. She wakes up this morning and asks me where the table top is...
Me: WTF are you talking about?
Well...as she got ready fpo work she started to put things back together. She went out to sleep on the couch because I was snoring. I guess she hit the table top knocking over a very thick (2+ inches) glass vase destroying both it and the table.
That is all.
My ALT (liver enzymes) keeps coming back really high and there were suggestions of hepatitis among other things. So, after a battery of blood tests and a couple of ultrasounds (the hospital mixed up my records with a Shawn J. Reynolds of the same birthday, but a different year - they almost blew me on my 2nd visit to avoid some HIPAA-related litigation) it appears my liver shows nothing remarkable. I have one quite obscure test left from which to glean information that has something to do with a liver-controlled function which regulates a fluid or membrane that protects the lungs and then I'm in the clear.
Anyway, we went out last night to celebrate the fact that I might not die as soon as we thought and there were 2 happenings worth mentioning.
First, I got run backwards into a wall by some guy that wanted to kill me. For once in my life I had nothing to do with the anger that loomed. He came up to me and started asking me odd questions and all of a sudden grabbed my shoulders and ran me backwards. I gave no sarcasm or negativity he just had decided, probably before we started speaking, that it was my time to learn what what. I didn't even react afterwards - I was pretty shocked. They ended up rooting out the problem and his girl was evidently talking about and looking at every guy in the joint so I guess I was just the first guy he got radar lock on...
Next, we have a pedestal coffee table at the house which has a 1" thick glass top on it. Amy brought this thing into the relationship and I always found it odd that she had the forethought to keep an extra top in the garage. She wakes up this morning and asks me where the table top is...
Me: WTF are you talking about?
Well...as she got ready fpo work she started to put things back together. She went out to sleep on the couch because I was snoring. I guess she hit the table top knocking over a very thick (2+ inches) glass vase destroying both it and the table.
That is all.
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