Sorry to dissapoint my friends and so-called "enemies" in the search
for "Atlantis" (not the real one) but I was hospitalized with severe
chest pains and had to go on the DL. The quacks actually told me I
might die, but after they let me out they said "Get lots of rest and
take some advil or motrin. And come back for more tests ($$$)." BS.
I'm thinking, "I'm only 33, a vegetarian and don't do drugs. This can't
be happening."
The good news is that after conducting several tests, which all came
back negative, they couldn't find anything wrong with my heart. The
bad news is they have no clue what really happened. They did say that
it doesn't come from drinking. Best they could come up with was a
viral infection that inflames your chest muscles. I doubt it came from
exchanging barrages with RRook, but who knows? I always thought that
was fun and not stressful. Commandos don't have assassin cap yet,
right? Or is that hidden code?
In any event, take care of yourselves folks and eat lots of fresh
vegetables. After what happened to Sycamore, I was very afraid.
Especially when you're laid out in the hospital, sedated amongst the
old, sick, and wounded, because it only makes you feel worse. When
they told me I had to stay for a while it's amazing what goes through
your mind. First thing was "How am I going to get whiskey in here?"
Second was "I'm going to miss several updates. The War is over for you
now (pow)." Hospital food, nothing to do.
Keep your friends or loved ones (even exes) close so you have someone
to smuggle you commodities. Our community is small and we can't afford
to lose anyone.
Meechins on the next battlefield ovadair 'n'at.
-GM
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