1. I once was a cab driver. (Damn straight. And I still have a clean driving record.)
2. The number of days that I practically didn’t eat at all probably reached four digits by now.
3. I worry too much about everything. (Just kidding—this is well-known!) People tend to think I love to worry. No, I don’t. I’m actually very worried about the fact that I worry a lot. Bugger!
4. All my life, I’ve suffered terribly from FMF. I used to be really sick 4 days a week, every week, with excruciating abdominal and chest pain. I still managed to live a “normal” life—I went to school, I’ve worked 12-14 hour shifts at the airport for 3 years (with 1 or at most 2 days off in a month), I got married, etc. I lived all sick. (I even had to receive a big shot of painkillers to be able to attend my own wedding, but that’s another story.) After a couple years, people stopped believing me when I said I was very sick, as I was sick all the time, and no doctor was able to tell me what it was that was screwing me up either. After a while, I started believing I was delusional and imagining the pain as well. It wasn’t until 1999 when it was finally diagnosed by a friend, a doctor, surprisingly not of medicine, but of history of medicine, who, [un]fortunately, happened to have a son with the same disease and was able to convince the world of my terrible pain. Upon this fateful diagnosis, I started using colchicine and got better. As long as I take my pill regularly, I don’t get sick anymore. (Other than once or twice a year, that is.) Yay!
5. Most of the time I regret what I write and wish I didn’t write anything at all.