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The default thing to say when you see somebody is “how’re you doing” and the most common answers are either “good” or “fine” and that really sucks in my opinion, because it makes it harder to really get a real answer out of someone if you actually want to know. For the past few days i’ve been answering the question with variations on “awful” because of this dang sickness.

It’s pretty ironic because overall I’d say life is going great. I’ve got a ton of stuff going on but i’m getting a good amount of rest as well. I feel closer to God than i have in i don’t know how long, i feel like i’m getting to pour into a lot of other people and lots of opportunities to serve. My sisters sound like they’ll be coming out to Austin next year to be Longhorns. Microsoft is going to write me a very large check that will take care of these stupid bills. The list goes on in terms of how blessed i’ve been lately, and yet i choose to focus on the trifling detail that my body has been acting up when people ask how i’m doing.

The doctor was a little surprised that i hadn’t come in earlier given my symptoms, and part of that is that i don’t want to take time away to go sit around at a doctor’s office, but i think the other part is that by and large my life has been pretty joyful recently, and the failings of the flesh just haven’t been worth being concerned over. Sweet.

I’m sick. I have been sick. I hopefully will not be sick going into the immediate future. The doctor didn’t really have any concrete reasons for why i’ve been getting sick, other than that there is a correlation with stress. She said it’s unlikely that this is caused by the large amounts of mold in our apartment.The doctor is running some blood/urine tests to check kidneys/liver/pancreas/gall bladder/etc.

Everyone assumes that when i mention the mold in our apartment that it’s a hypothetical mold, that there’s a remote possibility that somewhere in the walls or floor there is mold, that is not the case. There is mold in our apartment, i know because i can see it growing.

Anyway….the technology they have at the clinic to do stuff is really spiffy. When they drew my blood they had little vaccuum tubes that sucked it out of me (which looked really gross) and my anti-nausea medication is this stuff that i put on my wrists and rub in through the skin. Take that, suppositories!