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[hells_samaritan]

Per the not so quiet request of gabbygrl  I called my doctor on Friday. He called me back today, which, I guess, is the benefit of having a workaholic with his own practice, extended weekend hours.

He asked me a few questions. I answered a few questions, being actually completely and totally honest. And he ended the conversation with.

"Well. We knew this

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[numbuh12]

Oh Remy, what's going on? What's happened?

[hells_samaritan]

Its nothing. Just. Vomiting. Blood

[numbuh12]

Oh, God>_< I hope your stomach isn't bleeding. If you think you're losing too much blood, you need to get to the hospital.

[hells_samaritan]

Yeah. Thats not what they think. I won't lose alot of blood. Its just a little

[evildevilangel]

I believe here "we" means "me and my staff and other people with whom I interact so frequently they seem a part of myself" and not "you and me". Poor dear. Presumably if he saw this coming, he has a plan of some sort?

[hells_samaritan]

Um. No. Not really. Go home and get blood tests?

[evildevilangel]

Which could, er, be the start of some secret but very effective plan?

[hells_samaritan]

I am sure it is a great plan which I am simply not privy to. As I do not have a PhD, and thus don't know the secret handshake.

But unfortunately it does mean another week or so of being almost dead