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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Lucky

Back in Rabat last week, I went through what PC calls the Mid-service Medical. I discovered my blood pressure has lowered, I dropped to 155 pounds (thanks to atrophy/inactivity), and I have some cavities. I also had to get my ears medically cleaned- thanks sandstorms.

Due to continuing gastro-intestinal issues which I have, perhaps, over-shared on this site, I chose to get tested for parasites. This entails walking across town to the testing center, with a brown paper bag containing your 'sample'. And then doing the same thing again the next day. Following this, I met with the doctor who told me "good news, come into my office".
me: "what's the good news?"
doctor: "you have a parasite!"
me: "oh"
I guess it actually is good news because now I know the something-that-was-wrong has a cause, it was never dangerous, and I can probably kill it.

So now I am in the process of killing my parasite. Man v. Parasite... stay tuned.
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