"this man's bizarre medical condition turns potato chips into alcohol in his stomach." as the weeks passed, i was tormented, trying to figure out what had happened. my son wake up usually between 100 and 170. we use h, r, and n on a sliding scale. we had better like what we sell. it simply makes a room look smaller. nothing had to suffer so i could eat. you have plenty of time ahead of you to take care of your will. anything that is worth doing well is worth doing badly at first. 