So it turns out, I'm not dead and I might even have 3 or 4 more good years in me, if I'm lucky - if I'm not, I'll live to be 104.
I was diagnosed (nearly 5 days later than expected) with a "Benign Premature Ventricular Complex", or in medical terms, "my heart was all fucked up and shit, but it ain't gon' kill a nigga."
They took blood too and so far, it came back a-ok, but it'll be a few days till my thyroid results come in - after that, I have an official clean bill of health and they'll chalk it up to stress or moonrays or something else. The bill from all the shit probably won't do my stress level much good though.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
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