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I am making sure I do not have a sexually transmitted disease, which meant getting blood work even though I hate it. I know I was at risk in my short sexual history, one possible Went in last Monday, to Planned Parenthood in Somerville. It's not that easy to find places that do the asymptomatic tests. And it does cost money if you don't have health insurance (and probably something if you do). They tell you in advance, though, which is very progressive for the medical profession.

I'm fairly certain it's my left elbow that I broke (fractured, but apparently medically there isn't really a distinction) in a bike accident (never ride a bike that only has front brakes, and then apply front and back brakes at the same time, it leads to other breaks).

Today I went for a short run, did 40 pushups straight (no break, and no none of this is meant to be puns), used the computer as always, made hummus and cooked vegetable fried rice (my impromptu recipe needs work) for business dinner (while using the computer), and now my elbow hurts significantly.

Left knee has been reliably starting to hurt exactly 2.5 miles into any run.

Sunday (after a long run on the Saturday) it started hurting right away. Yesterday though I covered a lot of ground in Boston running for the furnace part, and going to Chinatown on foot from the Roxbury/Dorchester area, and the knee never hurt at all. My left foot hurt some, but then the shoes I was in had no souls, at all– rubber long fell off, just the foam or whatever.

Took Zelda through Pegan cove, down the tracks, doubling back a little to go up the aptly named Cemetery Street (how they have traffic go in both directions on that road I'll never know) and to the high school and out past the playing fields, then Rockland to Farwell out by Jeff's old house, left on Cottage, right on Coolidge Ave., up to the top of the hill and then down towards Coolidge field, and into town, across the common, and down onto the train tracks at Natick station to take the ex-railroad bed home.

OK, this is a weird one. I have no self-control on some things, so I'm trying to work it in the back door. I know I won't be successful telling myself, don't eat that entire bag of tortilla chips (with the salsa, guacamole, and hummos to match), so how else do I control unhealthy overeating?

As of several days ago (and doing something for so long without a web declaration is a record), I, Benjamin Maurice Melançon, will only eat in the company of others.

So if I'm repeatedly offering you food, or suddenly ask you to lunch, or show up at your house for breakfast... you'll know why.

So I've got great teeth but bad gums. I assume there's a genetic component since Dad lost all his teeth, but here's everything I've found in five minutes of research that fits my situation and what to do.

Causes:

• Weakened immune system: every time I'm sick, the gums recede a bit, almost without fail. Sometimes it's the first sign that I'm sick, that another sensitive part of the tooth has been exposed.
• Gingivitis: maybe. When I'm a little sick and had garlic, I get garlic breath on steroids.

On 7/5/07, Jim-NYS wrote to the Ida B. Wells Media Justice Center (of the US Social Forum) list:

> Anyone with info, ideas, thoughts on the key needs of Healthcare in the
> U.S.. as it relates to servicing communities of color, is invited to share
> such information with me.