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I’ve decided that I’m going to drop my martial arts classes, at least for now. As much fun as they are, they cost $129 a month, and I could use the money better for other things, like paying for debts and saving towards a down payment on a condo or something similar. I hate doing it, but let’s be honest, it’s probably for the best. I can always take it up again later. In the meantime, I just have to exercise more and get back into shape, at least if the call I’ll be placing this afternoon to the pulmonologist lets me.

One step at a time, eh? At least I still have my bike.

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Got a call back from the pulmonologist's assistant. She took my info down and said he'd call me back about making an appointment.

Talked to the exec at my company who gave me the doc's phone number. He said he spoke with his brother-in-law about this; his b-i-l was a fire captain (I think- might've been police) who served at Ground Zero. The exec said he described my cough to his b-i-l and got an instant response of 'yeah, that's typical of the guys who were down there- here's the doctor's number, have her call'. Having a complete stranger make a comment like that based on a description is kind of disturbing...

Am considering taking the black humour approach to all of this. If the pulmonologist determines that something is wrong as a result of my two days at Ground Zero I will be changing the subtitle on this journal to 'All My Scars Are On The Inside. No. Literally.'