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Reports of my demise are highly exaggerated.

For those who haven’t heard, I paid a prolonged and unexpected visit to an emergency room on Wednesday. There I was, sitting at my desk doing some last-minute queries sipping a decaf iced coffee I’d acquired from Dunkin’ Donuts, when I’d started feeling somewhat odd. Not to be a worry-wart, I shrugged it off and continued banally pounding-out horrifying SQL resplendent with awe-inspiring and highly convoluted JOIN statements when my heart began pounding like I’d just finished a brisk 20-minutes playing DDR.

I think it’s time I reveal my little secret to where I’ve been acquiring financial news and commodity trends. While none of these can be considered a penultimate resource, their combined effervescence should explain at least a fragment of my pessimism concerning our economy.

Curious, I wanted to know what my name anagrammed into. For reference, I used “Shaun Moses Thomas” with a minimum word length of two.

• Nauseas Moths Mosh
• Aha! Hostess Summon
• Manta Shushes Moos
• Smashes Humans Too!
• Aha! He Summons Sots
• Soon Has Smut Shame

Amusing.

It’s too bad I don’t have a previous stress echo to compare this to, since I’ve never had one before.

Anyway, my appointment was scheduled for Wednesday 9am at Northwestern in Chicago. I got back to work around 1:30pm, and I was right, they spent a billionty years digging into my ribs and various other spots. They say my anatomy doesn’t seem to match my diagnosis, which is somewhat amusing. He knows how CC-TGA, JAA, and dextrocardia can go together, but it seems counter-intuitive. But they found what they think were the correct atria and ventricles, so they think it’s ok. The doctor overseeing the echo wants me to pester UC for the MRI disk and anything else they’ve neglected to send… I guess hospitals in this area are generally terrible about forwarding records.

Hey folks,

As many of you know, I’m getting married, and much to my chagrin, I’ve not maintained very good address/phone records for you, my friends. If you could please assault me with a barrage of name, address, and phone information so I can inflict my wedding upon you, I’d greatly appreciate it.