I’mma start a Tumblr for this shit, guys:

I never get normal search terms around here.  I don’t know what the hell is going on with either of those, although the real bullshit is that I know exactly which post both of them went to.

Anyway.  Went to the doctor.  She established the following:

• I have not had a heart attack;
• My blood sugar is normal.

Beyond that?  Right now everyone is clueless.  I have been ordered to not go to work for at least one more day and I have a battery of blood tests I have to go have done tomorrow.  I’m going to call tomorrow afternoon for additional instructions after the blood testing.  For whatever it’s worth, right now I actually don’t feel too bad other than the pervasive “I could just go to bed right now” feeling, but that’s been basically constant since Saturday morning.  I did manage to have dinner without incident; that’s progress.

Tomorrow is my one-year blogiversary, by the way. I was planning on making a big deal out of it but that’ll have to depend on whether the vampires completely drain me or leave me alive tomorrow.  I have, historically, not had great luck with blood draws; I have the veins of a 70-year old heroin addict.  (True fact: the last time I had to have blood drawn, at a medical facility that basically only exists to do bloodwork for other doctors, it took four different nurses to hit a vein– and I damn near passed out in between the third and fourth nurse for reasons that even now remain unclear.  Nurses hate my veins.  I don’t know why.)

So… yeah.  Not dead yet.  Not much else to say, though.