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Hemangio-My-Fucking-God!?

Nerves of Steal

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Jesus McChrist was His back and neck ever sore – thoracic on up, pulling down on those ears and face, closed loop. Probably has something to do with the hemangioma contained within his spinal cord. The hemangioma that He discovered through the MRI He paid for out of his own pocket after suffering decades of above word salad descriptor? Yeah, that one. He lives in Cana-duh, a socialist medical system conundrum, where even if he could find a doctor to recommend an MRI it could take anywhere from multiple months to a year + to get one. But it only took two days to get an MRI when he paid out of pocket. And then what? Yeah, that Cana-duh. He is no hypochondriac. Sometimes it goes, then it comes with a vengeance. “Welcome to that flipped switch of a vengeance.” And then what? Good luck with that in His socialist medical system conundrum! Don’t get Him started on that Lucy! Catastrophic nightmare wrapped in synaptic cactus pulsar core implosion! Sitting is the worst!