I have some heart issues.
Not “matters of the heart” type, more “nature’s engineering fail”.
On February, my company did a health evaluation to all of its employees (companies have to do this every year, according to local work laws). I entered the room thinking it was going to be a breeze, myself being the champion of good health.
Instead, I learned two things:
1) Not many people know where one’s natural waist is located (hint: not by the love handles)
2) I have some sort of small congenital blockage somewhere in my heart.
Fortunately, I’m insured, so the array of tests I’ve had for the past couple of weeks (late because of work and national drama) are either covered or inexpensive. But it sucks not having a formal diagnose yet. I really hate uncertainty, especially when it comes to the literal engine of my existance. I find myself very paranoid about something going very wrong; I even stopped exercising about a month ago. Obviously, worrying 24/7 isn’t the smartest thing to do on this instance, but idk…
Tito Vilanova, in answer to the most stupid and senseless question ever (aka if his scarf was to celebrate ATM’s victory). (via trolling-tito)
si hablan paja…
Qué ganas de no verte nunca más!
Qué ganas de cerrar este capítulo en mi vida
donde fuiste una mentira y nada más!