Becalmed, again
Went to the Dr. The doc didn't get the sonogram report so we drove the twenty miles to get the report from the hospital where I had the procedure done.
As an aside, I could reduce the common persons health care costs if the medicine industry just discovered this whacky new thing called a telephone. Or even more amazing E-MAIL... I know, e-mail is too cutting edge right now; but someday...
The people at the Hospital were fine folks. Helpful and very fast. (That's not sarcasm, BTW...They really were fun)
So I looked at the report, sighed my way through heaps of latin and took it back to the Dr. That sonogram was most helpful. I had the Dr. completely translate it into American- English for me so I knew exactly what it said. Turns out I already knew exactly what it said:
"We haven't got a clue, Mr. Dreadnaught owner." They ruled out a few things, they THINK. But by golly if they don't want me to take another battery of blood tests and sonograms.
Oh, and of course it's spreading. But not to worry, it's just sending out it's own flotillas of Destroyers now.
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