We had the shared misfortune of needing CT scans for the same issue, on Thanksgiving no less. I had the good fortune getting to spend a few minutes talking with you while we sat waiting. You'd just gotten back from working up north, and were about to jet off again, pending how things turned out that afternoon. You mentioned you might like to get more into outdoors activities, after the experiences of your last job. We got each other's names, and I was discharged prior to you. I was touched by vulnerability you showed me while we were both a bit scared. If I may be so bold, I also found you insanely good looking. I wanted very much to get your number, but given the situation, doing so felt too inappropriate to be chalked up as daring. I very much hope that a.) that everything turned out ok for you at the hospital and that you will be fine, and b.) whether or not you go to your friend's wedding, that you see this post and might have felt a similar way; I would very much like to know that you're going to be OK and to get to follow up with our conversation about getting more into the outdoors.