PSA: My son reminds all you southern-North-American-types that it is time to make your last chocolate order before melting-season is upon us. Don’t let nasty corn-syrup laden, blood-tinged bunnies into your Easter basket. Invest now, multiply your Lenten penances by not eating the peanut butter chocolate bars until Easter Sunday (goes great with bacon!), and
get a minute out of purgatory for every dollar you spend invest in duct tape for an assist when the flesh is weak.
Seriously. The Equal Exchange folks put out good stuff. You can set up an individual or a wholesale account (different pricing, but a higher threshold for free shipping if you order wholesale), and yes your private buying co-op of just you and your friends / family qualifies for the wholesale rate, if you do in fact eat that much chocolate among yourselves. Feel free to link to other fair-trade suppliers in the combox.
Speaking of chocolate, for those who are following the vexing situation, here’s today’s FB update:
Details from yesterday, per Jon — not a lot to add, but some good spin. TEE was looking (in particular) for evidence of shunt in my atrial septum, which it did not find, nor anything else suspicious. Let us pause right now to observe that Dr. W *came in on a vacation day* to do that. Serious point-accumulation there.
–> Afterwards, he said that he sometimes runs into this — patients with definite symptoms but no obvious explanation for them. Sometimes it clears up on its own. (ER Doc pointed out last weekend that sometimes the tests don’t come back positive for a while after the symptoms show, too.)
And since we’ve ruled out everything imminently life-threatening, he proposes we take 10 days to attempt “rehab”, that is, Jen-directed gradual increase in activity level, and see how things go.
If symptoms persist, the next thing to do is refer me out to someone who investigates really nutso inexplicable stuff.
Day 1 Rehab report: Um, yeah. Anyway. It’s nice to be allowed to do stuff. We’re a long, long ways from walking and talking on the phone at the same time, kids. But I’m allowed to clean my desk, not a moment too soon. You who are waiting on paper-based correspondence from me, there’s a light at the back of that cave.