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"We would like to inform you that your most recent lab work/X-ray
WITHIN RANGE
If you have any questions, feel free to contact the office."
どっかーん!!!!!!!1
You're fucking kidding me, right? I got this BIG, motherfucking BRUISE for "WITHIN RANGE?!" *hucks pow hammers and para balls at lab* What freaking range is THAT?! I'm going to DIE range? I'm going to live until I'm 200 range? The milk lobby has invaded the minds of every doctor on the planet and they want me to drink more cow juice, and while you're at it have more iron, too range?! *throws nuclear bombs* What the SHIT?!
GREAT. That means it's MY OWN DAMN FAULT I'm fat and sleepy. T_T *throws mangled Clef plushies* BAW. (Note: my body fat index is 23, which is a little bit below overweight. I looked in the National Geographic today. So I'm lying, but still). No, correction, it's very likely the depression, but like I've said before, that's a hell of a lot harder to fix than the thyroid problems. Damn.
My dad's sister is over for...uh, okay, it's not the weekend, for the next three days. I've probably talked about her before, but she makes expensive kimono things out of cloth she dyed herself and then sells them to rich old ladies in real, live, snotty art boutiques in, say, Cambridge. From what I can tell, she does okay and likes it, too. We go to her house every other Thanksgiving and she always has a few cats around to sit in our laps, so that's great. Most of my family agrees that I picked up some of her genes.
"We would like to inform you that your most recent lab work/X-ray
WITHIN RANGE
If you have any questions, feel free to contact the office."
どっかーん!!!!!!!1
You're fucking kidding me, right? I got this BIG, motherfucking BRUISE for "WITHIN RANGE?!" *hucks pow hammers and para balls at lab* What freaking range is THAT?! I'm going to DIE range? I'm going to live until I'm 200 range? The milk lobby has invaded the minds of every doctor on the planet and they want me to drink more cow juice, and while you're at it have more iron, too range?! *throws nuclear bombs* What the SHIT?!
GREAT. That means it's MY OWN DAMN FAULT I'm fat and sleepy. T_T *throws mangled Clef plushies* BAW. (Note: my body fat index is 23, which is a little bit below overweight. I looked in the National Geographic today. So I'm lying, but still). No, correction, it's very likely the depression, but like I've said before, that's a hell of a lot harder to fix than the thyroid problems. Damn.
My dad's sister is over for...uh, okay, it's not the weekend, for the next three days. I've probably talked about her before, but she makes expensive kimono things out of cloth she dyed herself and then sells them to rich old ladies in real, live, snotty art boutiques in, say, Cambridge. From what I can tell, she does okay and likes it, too. We go to her house every other Thanksgiving and she always has a few cats around to sit in our laps, so that's great. Most of my family agrees that I picked up some of her genes.
