Either that or we were twins separated at birth....and one of us was lied to about our birth year.
Because I wouldn't be caught dead in a cowboy hat. There's something backwards about all that..
This is awesome. I tried to do this, but got found out by people just nicking my wallet to check the driver's license details.
I haven't celebrated a birthday since I was 11 years old. I was grounded that year on my birthday and it soured me on the experience. I remember sitting on my parents waterbed completing a Hulk Hogan puzzle that i had received as one gift.
I cringe when people try to maneuver me into celebrating it or going somewhere on my birthday. I have even managed to shield my birth date for months and years from close acquaintances and friends. I have fought people who tried to get a look at my drivers license to try and suss out the date. My own children will tell people I don't have a birthday because I never acknowledge that it is coming up.
On the subject: just came back from visiting my old home town Tampere. From late June onward the city houses several large-scale festivals which usually are very well organised, save for one thing: sanitation. So from June to August the city center bathes in the warm sun and smells like human urea.
My parents have just returned from a holiday in America, and so my mother called me last night to tell me all about it. The conversation went like this (and this is only the abridged version!):
Yeah, I'm not sure how she got those mixed up. And she thinks I'M the idiot!
You better believe it. I tried watching The Avengers with her once, and she just kept asking "Who are these people?" about the main characters. I told her that Stan Lee would be disappointed with her, and she said "Stanley who?".
I died of disappointment right there in my seat. Just absolutely died.
My dad's cool. He brought me up to like Star Wars, knows all the X-Men and Marvel characters, owns a side business for building and customizing computers, and is at QuakeCon right now, doing speeches and giveaways.
His flight to Dallas got delayed, so he got drunk in the airport and texted me photos of the hot waitress's butt.
As guys, we tend to 'walk it off' or gut through it. To a certain degree, we can do that. When the body starts shutting down and expelling blood, you're not going to be able to walk that off. You need to get that shit looked at, my friend.
Symptoms can come and go, but something can still be wrong -- seriously wrong -- under the surface. Don't let symptoms subsiding trick you into thinking everything's fine. Glad to hear you're feeling better, very glad to hear you're getting yourself looked at. I hate going to the doctor too, but if I was having even some of your symptoms, I'd get my ass there ASAP. If it makes you feel better, don't think of it as a doctor's appointment; think of it as escaping the Texas summer heat in some air-conditioned surroundings for a while.
Take care of yourself, man. You're too good for us to lose.
You may have a food allergy, or you may have a food intolerance. That means you don't go into shock when eating certain foods, but your body can react with inflammation of your body tissues (you may think you are getting fat, but it's not fat, it's all the cells in your body reacting to whatever the enemy food is.
A simple blood test will tell you if you have a food allergy or a food intolerance.