…I’m going to have an operation.

I have hypertrophic-cardio-myiopathy. It is a genetic diorder which causes the septum of the heart to be thickened blah blah blah (click the link for more info). In order to regulate that condition I have an Implantable Cardioverter Defibrillator. My current model is the Medtronic Gem II VR. Its battery is dying so I’m getting a new one. Tomorrow at one o’clock I have an appointment in Albany as a prelim to the minor surgery I need to have it replaced.

So that’s my day tomorrow.

I looked at pictures of flowers for the wedding with the girl today. Why? You ask. Well, I don’t really care what kind of flowers we have, as long as they don’t kill anyone, so my interest in the whole “flower-thing” is purely sexual. You see, if I sit there and just keep saying “I don’t care baby. Whatever you think is pretty is fine by me. I just want to get married to you,” that’s all well and good but I’m sending the message that deep down I don’t really care. Instead, when she asks me what kind of flowers I want, I sit down and look through a book of flowers and make a list of the ones I think are pretty and weddingy. Then I pay attention when she tells me which ones she liked too. In this way I show her that I am just as interested in the wedding planning as she is but also that I trust her to make these descisions.

I’m a good boyfriend/almost fiancee.

*gloryfish pats himself on head*

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