Look at these beautifully normal heart rates . . . while my body still remains a medical mystery – I celebrate the fact that today, for once in my life – I am normal. I do not need to consult a physician – I’m sure Dr. Joey is celebrating the lack of his daily phone call. Six miles in one hour and 23 seconds – MHR – 172!
In other medical news – lucky Kenza is in the process of getting braces. Last week blue spacers were installed, this week expanders. Don’t blame me – she has her father’s
fucked messed up teeth. All three rows of them.