All of my hairs have been cut

Hi! How are you? I have all kinds of news, but foremost are two things.

Item!

This was me on Saturday morning:

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This was me on Saturday afternoon:

Watching Brian watch the Watchmen

Any questions?

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A little over a week ago, I was digging in the dirt. Actually, Kim and I were digging trenches and making mounds in the front yard–part of the landscaping and gardening tasks. Since then, something inside of me has been busted, but apparently I am not easily classifiable. (No surprise.) I feel like I’m the subject of one of those old Foldgers Crystals commercials, except someone secretly replaced my stomach with one that has been stapled. My appetite is fine, but the size of my stomach shrunk. This means a regular-sized meal ends with a nauseous over-eating feeling and heartburn and all that. I have to make a conscious effort to eat tiny amounts, and consequently, I am now hungary 24/7.

We went with “stomach virus” for a week as the cause. That has now been upgraded to gastritis (which I show symptoms of, but the blood test came back negative, so who knows.) In another week, it’s X-ray time. Meanwhile, I get to take a drug with a cool Ghostbuster-sounding name (Proton Pump Inhibitor), but the very prominent and ominous warning:

“Remember that your doctor has prescribed this medication because he or she has judged that the benefit to you is greater than the risk of side effects.”

Yeah, I guess there are probably going to be side-effects.

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