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Back from the doctor’s. He took a blood sample, I have to go back on Thursday to find out what’s up. He said it might be something physiological, or it might be related to my depression type stuff. Woohoo, depression is the best. Anyhow, at least he’s not ruling anything out. And needles are never as bad as I think they are, but that doesn’t mean I have to like them.

He told me that my blood pressure was fine, but my pulse was too high. That’s why he’s getting bloodwork done. It’ll go on from there, I guess.

Jay is on his way home now. Hopefully the snowstorm won’t mess up transit too much, and it won’t take forever for him to tget home.