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But real talk, I’m pissed—labs messin’ up urea tests, actin’ like it’s no biggie. Bruh, high levels? Could mean kidney failure, dehydration, some dark sh*t. Low levels? Starvation or liver probs—scares me, fam! Seen patients suffer ‘cause docs slept on it. Happy tho—when I nailed my first urea assay, felt like, “I’m that guy, YOLO!” Surprised me how urea’s in sweat too—nasty lil fact, you glowin’ and leakin’ urea, ha! Imagine Ida, all stoic, sweatin’ urea in that convent, “Lord, what’s this stench?”

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But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any crazier, I bumped into an old friend. We hadn’t seen each other in years! We ended up grabbin’ drinks at a bar on Kōen-dōri. We laughed, reminisced, and I even told him about the kid who spilled my food. We were crackin’ up, and I realized how lucky I was to have these moments.

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