Just got home from the hospital. The tests from Friday came back clear, but the symptoms persist. So off to spend the day with yet another plastic bracelet around my wrist.

NOT my best look, darlings.

More tests. More good news. Cat scan clear, blood clear, etc. etc.

Which, of course, leads you (and I) to say... well, is there anything REALLY wrong that some aerobics and chamomile tea won't cure?

Alas, alack. I failed the 'drunk driver' test... which sober people shouldn't do. On the plus hand, I only failed it the equivalent of a guy who's had a couple of beers. I was able to find my nose and the doctor's finger, if a little off target.

Doc teased that if it had been vodka? I would have found my ear. Scotch? HIS ear. Funny doctor. Ha ha.

I also have a halo on things looking out my left eye.

Boring boring boring... seriously. What's next is a an MRI and an opthamologist exam. Actually, what's next is my damn birthday tomorrow. Then they can cut me open and shine a light in my innards all they want.

All I want to do tonight is think of lovely things, and promise my guys that everything is gonna be all right.

Sung to a reggae beat, with heads nodding, amen.

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