Originally Posted by Chula Vista (Post 1866737)

Tomorrow morning is the full body CT scan. No more speculation. The results will either be a HUGE sigh of relief, or a sledgehammer to the skull of my family and close friends. Based on all of the blood work and weight loss my doctor is most concerned about my pancreas, prostate, and liver. If you look at the stats, those three are the holy trinity of death for guys in my age group.

It's 12:55 and I highly doubt I'm going to sleep tonight. The brave and funny facade is gone. I'm scared ****less.

Remember the scene with Anton Chigurh and the gas station attendant?

I feel like the gas station attendant right now.

Originally Posted by Qwertyy (Post 1866690)

not exactly. when i was younger i used to have anxiety attacks fairly reguarly during the night because i would scare myself thinking about death. never been religious and i can't think of death as anything else but being nothingness forever.

just the other day i was laying in bed and it all came back to me, first time ive had an anxiety attack in well over 3 years. i haven't had another one since but it's just remained in the back of my mind since.

Originally Posted by Chula Vista (Post 1866737)

Tomorrow morning is the full body CT scan. No more speculation. The results will either be a HUGE sigh of relief, or a sledgehammer to the skull of my family and close friends. Based on all of the blood work and weight loss my doctor is most concerned about my pancreas, prostate, and liver. If you look at the stats, those three are the holy trinity of death for guys in my age group.

It's 12:55 and I highly doubt I'm going to sleep tonight. The brave and funny facade is gone. I'm scared ****less.

Remember the scene with Anton Chigurh and the gas station attendant?

I feel like the gas station attendant right now.

Originally Posted by Mord (Post 1866762)

Troll, is your wife (or sister or daughter) named Karen?

Originally Posted by Justthefacts (Post 1866818)

The War On Drugs is not good. Not only the actual war being waged on drugs (which I'm really kinda not too opposed too) but especially the band. Their brand of soft-rock, psychedelia sound does nothing for me and whoever hypes them up (especially people at festivals) need to reconsider their lives and maybe start listening to better music. The War On Drugs Can Suck My Dick.

Originally Posted by Chula Vista (Post 1866737)

Tomorrow morning is the full body CT scan. No more speculation. The results will either be a HUGE sigh of relief, or a sledgehammer to the skull of my family and close friends. Based on all of the blood work and weight loss my doctor is most concerned about my pancreas, prostate, and liver. If you look at the stats, those three are the holy trinity of death for guys in my age group.

It's 12:55 and I highly doubt I'm going to sleep tonight. The brave and funny facade is gone. I'm scared ****less.

Remember the scene with Anton Chigurh and the gas station attendant?