Still Healthy

This past week I had an appointment with my endochronologist. He has my blood tested every three months and then has me sit in his examination room while he stares at his computer and comments on the results of the bloodwork. I grow tired of the routine, but it makes my wife happy because she's always concerned about my health as it relates to the aftereffects of the accident injuries. I think that diabetes is the most annoying and unpleasent result that was created by the accident. It controls so many aspects of my life that it's hard to keep track. 

The blood test involves about thirty different things that include glucose, kidney function, heart health, and a bunch of things that have to be Googled in order to know what they are. I always have to donate between 5-6 vials of blood along with a container of urine. Yeah, fun stuff. This time around my numbers were particularly good and he told me that it was going to be a quick appointment because I'm a good patient. It's funny how they don't give a discount for the shorter appointments. 

My point in all of this? I feel that life is a freak show. I've been having weird episodes where I feel really faint, and my blood numbers have been less than encouraging when I test at home. My body goes through some strange stuff with pain and weakness from time to time, and consequently I've thought that something was wrong with me. Instead, I've got a clean bill of health from a guy who checks for everything short of malaria in my blood. I reckon that I'll just keep moving forward and trust that the aftereffects of the accident are nothing more than a paper tiger.