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Well, fuck. Things have caught up to me, finally. Drinking, not sleeping, and overstressing is bad for anyone, but it was enough to push me off the edge, medically.
I’ve always known that my old ticker’s not too good. I never went to the doctors about it for two key reasons: I didn’t think it was that bad, and I hate doctors/hospitals with a passion. But…
Ever heard of heart arrhythmia? Yeah, that’s me. My heart’s gimp.
…usually, only old people have arrhythmias, but when it’s congenital…
Anyway. I had a little episode, I passed out, and Shikamaru called 911 for me. That makes it---what---the third time he’s saved my life? Ehhhhh. Man, Shika, you need to stop saving my ass, because I’m not sure what I can do to make it up to you. I’m in for observation right now, and they’re going to put me on pills.
I’m going to be okay. Really. Yes, Ino, I’m talking to you. I’m eating, I can have visitors---hell, at the moment, I’m sitting up, typing on my laptop, and wearing my Jayne hat just because it makes the nurses giggle. I’m just…hooked up to a lot of shit at the moment…as things go, it could have turned out a hell of a lot worse. Read the sub-header describing “sudden death”. That got to me a little, yeah…
( LOG: Chouji and Shikamaru: Caring a little too much… )
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