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was about as comforting as… Oh wait, it wasn’t. Especially when I mentioned that when I had seen the ultrasound that one looked to be about the size of my carotid artery.
    “You were lying down, ma’am. You couldn’t have seen that,” she drawled.
    “I was facing it at the time,” I practically growled at her. “The technician confirmed it was the same size.”
    “They shouldn’t have done that, and obviously the doctor doesn’t think that’s concerning.”
    “Well it’s my damn nodule, and I find that very concerning,” I snapped. “Send me everything, including the ultrasound. I’m going to get a real specialist to look all the results over.”
    “I assure you the doctor is a real one,” she defended, sounding thoroughly insulted on his behalf.
    “Fine, a competent one then,” I snarled, even more pissed that she was being a bitch to me when I was in the right. “One that actually handles my test results correctly and discusses possible really big fucking red flags with me.” I had hung up and just stared at the phone. Yeah, I couldn’t imagine why people bitched all over the place about health care reform and doctors.
    But yeah, let’s absolutely worry instead about more shit with another country in the Middle East or picking another fight with China or Russia or Korea or all the other ones we’re picking fights with .
    What will it matter if we were all dead because our doctors just did the bare minimum health insurance paid them for and didn’t really care past that? Sure, let’s blame Obama for all of it when the system that had been in place before him was such shit that anything he tried to do to make it better would suck as a first step anyways. Then again if we’d stop being such a damn top heavy government and bickering like little kids, simply stopping to fix the damn problem who knew what all those minds could actually accomplish?
    So when I walked into my closet after going to the bathroom, I hadn’t expected much of a change on the scale—really just praying it didn’t go up. That was why I stared down at it funny when I saw I’d lost nine pounds. I stepped back off, bent down to wipe off the dust, and checked that nothing was under it to maybe throw off the censors. Then I got back on and made sure I wasn’t catching my clothes on the shelves or something.
    Yeah that helped. Now I was down twelve pounds. Huh. In one week. What had I really changed? I was moving around a bit more, getting up and going to the door more often considering I had visitors with the guys stopping—the guys. That was what had changed. They had moved in a week ago.
    “Right, they made you lose twelve pounds. Neat trick,” I muttered as I stepped off the scale and pushed it under the shoe shelf. “They should take that act to Vegas. They’d be famous and rolling in money. It’s water weight change from the heat or my cycle or something . I did not lose twelve pounds because of them.”
    What a ridiculous idea. But still all while I showered, brushed my teeth, took my vitamins, put my contacts in, and booted up my computer, I couldn’t help wondering. I did keep classifying the feeling of being lighter after I’d been around them. It seemed a really, really odd coincidence.
    It was when I blended up my protein shake that I burst out laughing. Or the weight loss was that I’d started back on my protein shakes two weeks ago and the weight drop had just caught up to me. God, I so lived in my books that my made up worlds warped my mind sometimes into thinking things that could not be true had a chance in reality.
    Well, whatever had happened, losing that weight had put me in an extra special good mood and I had already been in a fabulous one since I was starting a new book and there was a Costco field trip on the docket for that day. As much as I hated how far it was from my house, I did love that damn store.
    I finished up my routine and was sitting at my computer raring to go before half past