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Live from Wilbur, WA...almost

Today’s blog comes to you live from the middle of a glucose tolerance test. Half an hour ago I polished off the orangey sugar water. I feel so yucky right now I can hardly type. I can hardly see for that matter.  I’ll finish this up in a few hours.
I started this post two days ago. On the way back into the doctor’s office, in the waiting room, as a matter of fact, I had a heart episode. Stabbing pains in the left side of my chest, every time I tried to talk or breathe it felt like my left boob was being electrocuted. That’s right; I had a heart episode, in my left boob. Seriously I was torn between riotous pain and uproarious humor that my heart was busting itself and it was manifesting with electrical shocks specifically to my left (empty) milk jug.
Obviously I didn't drop dead on the spot...I'd love it if you could check out the rest of the saga at mtjam.com.

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