Update

Felt chest discomfort this morning and out of superstition more than anything, decided to take the tram instead of my bike to work. My dad died riding his bike. A pulmonary embolism (I think) after complaining of chest pains the week before. I joked, telling my coworkers this, and realized that I once again have a peculiar relationship with death. I don't think they found it amusing. Oops. Anyway, I should probably finally make that cardiologist appointment.