Yes, much, much, much, much, much better. I had come back from Mexico in 1986, got off the plane and collapsed. I spent the next few weeks feeling off with weird symptoms. I went to a specialist who, upon examination, put me immediately in the hospital. One day, he came into the hospital and told me they were going to take bone marrow and check "up there." I had no idea what any of that meant. The only male nurse I have ever had came into my room later and said "I hear you're getting bone marrow taken tomorrow. Wow, is that ever painful!" I barely slept that night. The next morning, the bone marrow wasn't that bad, and immediately after, the doctor wanted to "look inside" me. This huge German nurse held me down as the doctor shoved the scope way up inside. If there was a 0.0000000001% chance I was gay, it disappeared after that.
Thanks for the rep, Doctor.