Last night I had a bad dream. Well it was bad until I turned into Tom Hanks just before he left for the island in Castaway - as if he intended to....anyway I digress.
In my dream I opened an envelope from my Gynecologist. It contained all sorts of test results from my last exam - why the Gynecologist was testing this stuff I don't know but anyway, the results freaked me out.
I can't remember everything because it's that way with dreams but I do remember my cholestral landed at a whopping 835 points and I had a spot on my heart and lung - go figure. Scared the shit out off me.
Unfortunately though it's not too far from the truth. Well, not so much the numbers because I'm thinking if you have 800+ cholestral, you're probaby dead but I'm here to tell you that I'm not in the best of shape (to put it mildly).
So for those of you who thought this category dealt with travel well, I hate to disappoint. It's not. I'm not going "anywhere" through this writing, just hopefully to a healthier me.