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I've been fine over the last couple of weeks... but as my appointment with the cardiologist grows closer I'm finding myself more and more nervous. At the same time I almost welcome the fear. It seems like, in my real life, things go exactly opposite to what I planned. Things I'm dreading almost always turn out fine. I fail tests that I'm sure I passed. Stuff like that.
Maybe I just don't want to go into the cardiologist thinking I'm fine and then being knocked flat by a really bad prognoses. I'm fine. I just mowed the damn over-grown backyard with a push-mower today and it's not like I had a heart attack. I'm only 25. Surely if there was something wrong with my heart I wouldn't have to, you know, feel the effects for another few decades, right? Right?
Ugh. June 3rd is the date, and it cannot come soon enough.
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Also, on a silly, completely unreated note: If someone ever writes a slashy Sokka/Shikamaru fic I will be your bitch.
Maybe I just don't want to go into the cardiologist thinking I'm fine and then being knocked flat by a really bad prognoses. I'm fine. I just mowed the damn over-grown backyard with a push-mower today and it's not like I had a heart attack. I'm only 25. Surely if there was something wrong with my heart I wouldn't have to, you know, feel the effects for another few decades, right? Right?
Ugh. June 3rd is the date, and it cannot come soon enough.
.
.
.
Also, on a silly, completely unreated note: If someone ever writes a slashy Sokka/Shikamaru fic I will be your bitch.
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