Confusion, confusion, everywhere I look I see confusion. My car is a muddled mess of confusion, my bank statement is a numerical trash pile of confusion, but the biggest confusion of all is trying to make sense of the medical double talk which makes something sound like absolutely nothing and nothing sound like a life and death struggle a thousand times over.


Hmm, I know young lady that a pulse of 160 is a bit uncomfortable, but from a medical stand point its cause is quite benign. What I am more concerned about is your  nyctophobia and its increasing impact upon your social life.