Bill survives a close encounter with the “American” “health” “care” establishment, if only by the skin of his teeth.
The mental stress of dealing with the health care system plus worry that I might be dying of cancer, coupled with the physical stress of the fast/weightlifting/vertigo issues has pretty much flattened me for today, but I’m feeling better now, and hope to be back to normal tomorrow. Although my neck is as sore as if I’d been stabbed in the throat three or four times. Probably because I was stabbed in the throat three or four times.
Good LORD. Glad you lived to tell the tale, buddy.