so off I go to Pearl Harbor to have more labs done today.
I was supposed to do this Monday, but apparently it was more important for my stomach to asplode and for me to spend the day crapping instead.
I fucking hate fasting blood tests.
And there was much rejoicing…
and then lobbeth the holy hand grenade after the number three being reached……
sending positive mind bullets back your way!
I tell you, this group of people I have stumbled into round the ‘tubes is one awesome group of cool peeps.
And not the chewy marshmallow types.