- Friday, 1153: My brain is not letting me nap effectively before doctor's appointment. Big mallet would result in me sleeping through said appointment.
- Friday, 1319: Mail Goggles would fail me if I attempted to send an email to Darkside right now, asking if he'd follow if I moved to SF.
- Friday, 1602: Testosterone and other hormones normal. Fasting glucose up a tiny bit but not enough to worry or track. HDL cholesterol low, avocado time!
- Friday, 1606: Dr. somewhat amused when I summed up the reason for finishing one's course of antibiotics as "I don't want an undead zombie infection."
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