So I went for my cardiac stress test yesterday. Previously, I reached level 5 with a METS score of 10.7 which means I can do heavy farming but not deep sea diving. To go for deep sea diving and run really fast, I need to beat level 6.
I went in, and immediately told the doctor and the nurse, "I want to beat level 6 today."
They were like, "Eh?" Cause that's not how it works. But fuck it.
So I went on the thing and they strapped these things to my chest and I beat level 6. Fuck you, level 6.
My METS score is now 13.5. I'm way above average for heart patients and still above average for normal hoo-mans.
I was extremely satisfied with the results and immediately gave myself a blowjob.
It was a good day.
Today, I began to feel sick. My core temperature was rising from morning and I felt a certain dryness in my throat.
The discomfort made me quite pissed off almost the whole day and by night time, I wanted to punch people in the face.
Am not going to the office tomorrow, but will do work at home. I feel sick right now and my nose is runny.
Within these two days, I also begin to get a clearer picture of certain things and certain whatever. And guess what? My instincts are always correct.
I'm so fucking great. Even though I can feel the temperature of my eyeballs, I can safely say I did the right thing and made the right decisions.
Now, if only that physiotherapist would go out with me, when I've recovered from my flu/fever.