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Made the marinade for the roast. It smells good. Roast is now soaking happily. The marinade tastes remarkably like a non-pickle relish.
Went to the doctor today. A while back, I had what I'm guessing was three or four minor ailments strike simultaneously; the combination of them provided me with a spectrum of symptoms which, if presumed to be a part of a single cause, scared the hell out of me. (And stress aggravates one of said ailments; it's not quite chronic, but it's predictable.) I went to the doctor. Got tests. Had a lot of aggravation with blood tests. Got referred to a hematologist. He said my blood tests looked like I was coming off a bad cold or something.
Had my physical for the year last month. Normal tests stuff; some of them are still weird. (At this point I'm guessing this is another one of those places where my body functions just on the sharp edge of what people peer at quizzically.) So, referral to a nephrologist this time.
So I went to the doctor today and came out with two more appointments. Wheeee.
Must . . . resist. . . urge . . . to be really depressed. I accomplished stuff today. I spackled. I made marinade that smells good and tastes like relish. Gaming tomorrow. Must remember![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
keshwyn's turnip.
Went to the doctor today. A while back, I had what I'm guessing was three or four minor ailments strike simultaneously; the combination of them provided me with a spectrum of symptoms which, if presumed to be a part of a single cause, scared the hell out of me. (And stress aggravates one of said ailments; it's not quite chronic, but it's predictable.) I went to the doctor. Got tests. Had a lot of aggravation with blood tests. Got referred to a hematologist. He said my blood tests looked like I was coming off a bad cold or something.
Had my physical for the year last month. Normal tests stuff; some of them are still weird. (At this point I'm guessing this is another one of those places where my body functions just on the sharp edge of what people peer at quizzically.) So, referral to a nephrologist this time.
So I went to the doctor today and came out with two more appointments. Wheeee.
Must . . . resist. . . urge . . . to be really depressed. I accomplished stuff today. I spackled. I made marinade that smells good and tastes like relish. Gaming tomorrow. Must remember
keshwyn's turnip.