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This just in:

My doctor, a wonderful woman who doesn't bat an eye at my asking about testosterone, talking about queer medical issues, etc. has told me she cannot sign a "Generic Task Statement" for the military until I see a cardiologist and get two tests done...

There goes my quick entrance plan. I don't understand why I had to wait for my medical to be given this form "Does the patient have any medical problems that would prevent them from doing these tasks" sort of deal. Somehow I think I won't get in. And yet, I went through all the trouble of the interviews, everything else is set. Now this comes up.

It seems my Mitral Valve Prolapse w/ regurgitation is worse. Much worse than it was before, and will probably continue to worsen. I.e. one of my heart valves doesn't close/open properly, letting blood flow the wrong way in my heart. Eventually, this can lead to more severe complications. Meaning I could have to take medication or have preventative surgery. Open fucking heart surgery.

And this, because I'm tall. All my ligaments (like the one that closes my heart, or my bad slips-out-of-socket-without-isometric-exercise-knee) are loose. Funny, this reminds me of the last time being tall royally fucked me: too tall to become a fighter pilot... learned after seeing doctors to make sure it wouldn't be the case, joining the Air Cadets (And half-way through), planning for it and dreaming of it since the age of 5.

Now I might never get in. All because of my fucking height.