I don't know if I need to add much, but i semi-reluctantly agreed to do a liver biopsy to test for scarring and or hopefully find some clue to why my liver is so enlarged. Most (normal ? or enlarged ?) livers are somewhere between a 6 and 7 level size or something, i think. I need to ask mom if she recalls what the experts said exactly.

Mine was like somewhere between a 12 or 13 or a 13 and or a 14 level scale, I think. I'm not sure exactly, though.

I was told that in 9-10 days I'd have a liver biopsy done, which occurred yesterday on friday, september the 6th, 2024.

I knew it was coming but mom told me out of the blue and it both slightly scared me and was a slight shock with me being briefly frustrated out of it irritable and or throwing a silent temper tantrum or something. I really don't remember that time too well right now. All i know is it affected me to some extant and it felt kind of sudden, out of left field.

This phone call happened one to a few weeks after mom and i saw a woman assistant wearing a facial mask, i guess for covid19, who was maybe filling in for the male liver expert we'd seen once before many months ago. I dont know.

Anyways, she talked about many important things and we laughed a bit here and there about how important it is to eat good nutritious foods when i told her what i used to eat for fun in younger more naive and oblivious days.

It was a good discussion about seeing us needing to have a biopsy be done and she recommended we go this place to see a Mr T. A health expert at that place I mentioned before.

After talking to Mr T., we were told to ask for a tour of a gym that was within the same building he worked at. It was really amazing and I loved it so much.

Only problem is it's kind of costly to use the gym there and it's sort of expensive even with Uber or Lyft to get there and work out on weekly basis.

Anyways, the surgery happened yesterday after mom and i had seen a hard to watch episode of fbi most wanted called Bonne Terre.

It portrayed fictional people attempting to execute a wrongly convicted innocent man who was overweight and had mental memory problems. It kind of reminded me of me in certain ways.

Mom drove me to anschutz medical campus/university of colorado hospital in aurora, or something on Colfax ave.

We went into the parking garage on 2nd or 3rd level and took the stairs.

Mom was going slightly fast and I felt too rushed to cadiovascular health area and its waiting room to check in for the biopsy.

I was surprisingly mostly calm but too unfamiliar as to where we were going and or too visually stimulated and mentally overwhelmed visually from my ocd interest in art etc and whatnot to even think of asking her to slow down a bit.

We eventually reached the end of the super long hallway at the other end of the same(?) hospital or medical campus or whatever you call the anschutz hospital region near denver or aurora(?) that we went to, and and mom silently gestured for me to say my name when asked what my name was, which I'm not used to doing yet even though im 34 years old.

I briefly got silently frustrated and confused, but then said my name, birth date, home address, etc after briefly looking at mom for a few seconds and hoped that she would answer these for me.

She should know by now that I'm not used to this and hate being forced to be put in the spot light without warning even though I agree I do need to practice.

I wish she would've told me ahead of time that she was going to make me answer those questions, even though it should've been obvious to me which I suck at noticing things like that.

I didn't know what my medical insurance was though and waited for her to answer that one, which she thankfully did.

After i signed an electronic signature agreeing to the procedure and whatnot, the woman went to get some medical forms with the medical wrist band for me to wear attached to it and told us to hold those documents and that medical bracelet for the one who will come out and call my name.

I was somewhat calm, but a little anxious. They called my name after I talked with mom briefly about why we were in cardiovascular waiting room and she explained why.

We both went back and were led to an empty unused bed spot number 02 or 04, i think. I'm not completely sure.

They told me to get undressed and put the gown on that was in that bluish plastic large bag on the bed.

She left briefly closed the curtain and I did get undressed and put the hated thing on, but asked mom to help me get it tied in the back.

She had trouble figuring it out at first, but got it done in the end.

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We put most of my belongings in that bag and she came back. I don't remember everything as clearly as I once did a month ago, but i might have been asked some questions like when i last ate or drank something, which was oatmeal the previous day; if I'm allergic to what was going to be used to seal the entry wound or something and we said no, we dont think so; etc.

They explained everything and how everything was going to happen, im not 100% certain what we discussed.


and or signature for something , I think
with that bag for puttilothes and shoes i

http://archiveofourown.org/works/48.....hapters/867263

It's the longest and most entertaining Transformers fanfic story I've read so far. I don't know if it's as funny as I make it out to be, but I frequently became dizzy from laughing so hard. The story is intense at times, as well. It says that it has mech preg, car and anal sex, boys love, etc; but I haven't much of that yet. If it sounds interesting, check it out.

I'm trying to see if I can come up with a better prequel movie than the Xenomorphs' Prometheus movie (which I love, despite its flaws, but it still needs a lot of work) & or series, and I'm even attempting a natural origin to the Xenomorphs.

I still don't feel comfortable with revealing myself, or the names of my loved ones & friends.

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I'm gay and single. I've never had a boyfriend. I'm hoping someone out there can accept me for who I am, and or help me fall in love with that special someone. I'm shy.

I'm not yet sure what kind of species or combination of species I am. I'm somewhere between dominant and submissive, but I'm mostly submissive.

I'm a young white guy who was born and raised in Colorado, until most of my family moved to Albuquerque as kids/teens, and came back to Denver years later.

I have a younger brother who wants to join the army and a sister who doesn't like Mom for some reason. My mom and dad are divorced and live in different states. I live with my mother and brother.

I'm imaginative & creative, artistic, innovative & interested in just about everything, I'm really open-minded & believe that anything is possible (even the impossible), I'm good at facing my fears & identifying problems (given enough time), I don't like change but I am learning to adapt, I'm having trouble handling the workload stress/etc from taking college classes, etc.

I'm somewhere between Aspergers and Autism, and I have sensory processing disorder, ADHD, OCD, etc.

I have OCD and mostly digital hoarding, but despite the significant progress I've made over the past 10+ years, I still have enough of a problem that I recently crashed my iPad.

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P.S. SpeedyMcWolf isn't supposed to mean anything sexual. At the time, I thought werewolves and raptors were agile and able to travel fast, so I created the name based off of that.

If I Could Create A Fursuit, What Might It Be?

I think I have two possible species for my furry. My first option is that I'm an Xenomorph-like creature with biology designed for any planet or space-based environment, especially space diving.

My inner body is soft and squishy and it has my brain and organs, while my outer body is an exoskeleton and spacesuit. It's similar to the Metroid boss at the end of the first Metroid Prime game. Or, it's like the alien exosuit from the Crysis game.

If the environment or conditions change enough, my squishy body quickly grows new layers just beneath the old ones and replaces them. Or, the exoskeleton adapts to the new requirements without being shed off.

My blood vessels are a mix of red and blue, but the rest of my insides are a combination of blue, turquoise, and green. My exosuit is partially transparent in some areas like the head and lower torso. You can see that my inner body is slightly luminescent and or glowing occasionally.

I have a sentient, symbiotic alien blob that lives in my head or is part of my suit. It's similar to the Yeerks from the Animorphs series. Or, it's like having Jarvis from Iron Man and The Avengers in my head/suit.



The second option is that I'm a Xenomorph/krogan/turian/dragon(?)/orca(?)/shark/fire demon/etc hybrid.

I'm open-minded, but I love masculine-looking guys with small nipples; thin lips; little to no facial hair; small tushes; tapering, non-hairy to hairy, slim but muscular/well-built/etc, etc bodies; flat, broad pecs; etc.

Also, I love FtM(as little info & references as possible about private parts, chest, lips, shapely figure, etc) & MtM TFs, straight-to-gay hypnosis and mind control, gay romance, inanimate TF (transportation TF, blue men's jeans TF, CTF, butt TF, men's boxers underwear or underwear briefs TF, food TF, urinal or toilet TF, etc), inanimorphs, etc.

I've also been fantasizing about a sentient, symbiotic, wearable, shapeshifting, alien spacesuit or protective biker-like suit. Although, I don't know how that will work without drawing suspicion in the stories that I'm trying to write. The alien is always f%[£ing the host's butt and stroking off his dick.