Medicine, as the joke goes "There is a reason a Doctor's office is called a Practice." But there is a whole multitude of science disciplines behind it along with some weird brain stuff. Draw blood and get a bunch of numbers. Certain numbers mean you are healthy, certain numbers mean you are not. When I began my own personal medical fuck over, the numbers were more in the line of "Holy shit how are you walking?" Now the numbers are more along the line of "Eh, we can keep going and fix this shit now." I still feel, physically, like shit. But the numbers are moving in the right directions. I've only had three fights this year with insurance fuckery, and spent my entire deductible. Docs now think that as the body gets healthy it is taking time to realize it is moving in the right direction and the brain stuff is getting in the way. But the numbers are moving the way they should be.

My hobby is consuming me, and not in a "Oh boy this makes me all sorts of FUCKING HAPPY." It might as well be another job. All I gotta do is make it to September.

Other than that nothing changes, same shit, and I am not sure the days change sometimes.