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A tingling sensation coursed my veins when I typed the title of the post...how does it feel to actually say it, to type it, to think it, to be it?

Anyways, I have my list of good blood tests coming up. I have taken half day leave for Friday, and a full day off for Saturday, and I will do the needful then. I would be ready with the reports when I get to my next appointment with Dr. BS.

I had some heavy invigilation duty imminent on Sunday, and the only way I could duck it would be the Saturday off. I want to duck it. I have done my share of those in the past, and would not want to indulge in it right now. I can probably get excused by revealing, but I don't want to reveal yet.

And oh, a colleagueriend(colleague+friend) knows. I told her. I would not feel very bottled up now, and she is 'leak-safe'.

My life would turn a page every Tuesday, and I hope hope hope to be all good to read through each of it.

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Birdman came home today morning. I had put in two paper slips, one over his clothes in the almirah, and the other in the shelf where he keeps his shaving kit/deo. He came, opened the almirah, arranged the contents of his pocket on the right place, and did not see the paper slip.

I got impatient, and told him to please concentrate on the contents of his part of our almirah. There it was, a paper slip that said:

'Birdman Papa'

He smiled...it was not a huge grin, nor very subdued....it said w.o.w. without saying it. He told me that his sixth sense was kicking him this tip since y'day when I told him that there was something I wanted to discuss.

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I have given up driving. I would be driven around from this point forward. I find it very stressful, and the road that I need to use daily has its fair share of bad in terms of potholes, ill-designed speed breakers, and horrible traffic.

We will be good.



^WiseGuy^