...i was meant for you (you were meant for me)...

ugh. upon rereading, way too technical and depressingly boring. I'm giving all this crap up and going to yoga. Or something. Powers of positive thinking, mm hmm.

Okay -- enough biomedical technobabble you don't need to read, so it was all deleted. The morals of the story:

i) The scientific community is the devil's work. Proof.
ii) I am taking matters into my own hands. Research it is.
iii) My doctor is on drugs. I cite "you have to respect the pain" and showing me a point-and-click intro to surgery tutorial.
iv) This week will be interesting. By which I mean, hell. I will try Javod's "chocolate and bastani" remedy - full of curative benefits galore - and report back to him, green knight that he is.