Secrets
I has them.
As stated in earlier posts, I never thought much about getting married. If I did, it was only in a very abstract way, as something that kicks in when you turn a certain age like your drivers license or the ability to vote or drink alcohol.
Things stop happening automatically after 21.
However, I found this out when I was 19.
This was after I registered, after I admitted to myself what I was. There's a battery of tests and physicals you undergo as part of the registration process. I think I must have had about two quarts of blood taken over the course of two weeks. :P
I found out a lot of things about myself; some of which I already knew, some I had long suspected, and some that I honestly never would have seen coming.
One of the things they discovered in testing those two quarts of blood is that I'm sterile. It's not that I was born that way- I've got all the properly functioning boy-bits- I just...don't have anything in there. According to my DNA, I did at one point have the necessary cells for continuing the human species but now I don't. The docs have evidence that suggests this happened as a result of a toxic combination of chemicals in my body at an early age. Evidently I am damn lucky I wasn't killed by this.
I went through almost the entire inventory of epilepsy medication, as well as pills for a few other things, as a kid. Since I am not ACTUALLY epileptic, this was somewhat less than good for my system. Apparently it burned up my ability to carry on the family name. It also mucked with a few other things, but that seems to be the biggest one as far as physical damage is concerned.
It really could be worse.
At the time I was little more than nonplussed about it. I didn't much care 'cause back then I thought I'd be DEAD in two years. Later, after I'd successfully survived my 25th birthday, it still didn't really register. I was still getting used to the idea of possibly living past 40.
And then I had a building dropped on my head.
Suffice it to say, I had bigger things to worry about. Honestly, I didn't care.
Only now that I've got a srs girlfriend am I going "oh carp, now what?" Not that I think she'll be terribly upset by this, she's pretty awesome that way, but... I dunno. It vaguely annoys me, I suppose, that it's one more medical limitation on a list that already reaches halfway around the block.
At least they tell me I should be able to play soccer again some day.
As stated in earlier posts, I never thought much about getting married. If I did, it was only in a very abstract way, as something that kicks in when you turn a certain age like your drivers license or the ability to vote or drink alcohol.
Things stop happening automatically after 21.
However, I found this out when I was 19.
This was after I registered, after I admitted to myself what I was. There's a battery of tests and physicals you undergo as part of the registration process. I think I must have had about two quarts of blood taken over the course of two weeks. :P
I found out a lot of things about myself; some of which I already knew, some I had long suspected, and some that I honestly never would have seen coming.
One of the things they discovered in testing those two quarts of blood is that I'm sterile. It's not that I was born that way- I've got all the properly functioning boy-bits- I just...don't have anything in there. According to my DNA, I did at one point have the necessary cells for continuing the human species but now I don't. The docs have evidence that suggests this happened as a result of a toxic combination of chemicals in my body at an early age. Evidently I am damn lucky I wasn't killed by this.
I went through almost the entire inventory of epilepsy medication, as well as pills for a few other things, as a kid. Since I am not ACTUALLY epileptic, this was somewhat less than good for my system. Apparently it burned up my ability to carry on the family name. It also mucked with a few other things, but that seems to be the biggest one as far as physical damage is concerned.
It really could be worse.
At the time I was little more than nonplussed about it. I didn't much care 'cause back then I thought I'd be DEAD in two years. Later, after I'd successfully survived my 25th birthday, it still didn't really register. I was still getting used to the idea of possibly living past 40.
And then I had a building dropped on my head.
Suffice it to say, I had bigger things to worry about. Honestly, I didn't care.
Only now that I've got a srs girlfriend am I going "oh carp, now what?" Not that I think she'll be terribly upset by this, she's pretty awesome that way, but... I dunno. It vaguely annoys me, I suppose, that it's one more medical limitation on a list that already reaches halfway around the block.
At least they tell me I should be able to play soccer again some day.