STRESS

Stress of an abstract experimental computer scientist is high and out there.

No one understand where I am at.

And people want me to stop and do AI?

I am already doing something out there and on experimental tangent that does no longer stand on EARTH.

THERE IS NO WIGGLE ROOM to do other things.

No room for talking to a MD or therapist how hard my life is doing a job NO one really wants.

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I go get my blood work today. I drank 1 liter of lemonade before hand. Realemon tastes the best.

Report = diabetic.

Who gives a shit MOM! I don’t want to see the medical professionals vacationing in Cuba after asking me to take water pills.

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My Family MD diagnosed me as a guy who works quite a bit to have high blood pressure and stellar BMI.

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So the work I am doing is no longer on planet Earth … Crap!

No I can not relate to anyone except a few people.

I guess that is life as being normal is death too.

Normal is self-control.

Return back to safety net of burgers and pies?