I never picked up on that, however since this started (peripheral neuropathy being this) I smirk thinking of how often I blave when not wanting to talk about it. It especially comes up with weight loss. Oh how I wish it indicated I was feeling well, alas Fat Jon was like Fat Elvis, pretty happy by some accounts.

I also feel a lot like Wesley in the Humperdink stand off near the end, posturing at fine, ready to take a seat though.

It would take a miracle, indeed.