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[bronzeaged]

   My doctor talks at me like I'm three; let's face it, I don't want to know what's wrong with me. And of course it's gone. It's IN YOUR FACE.

Of course, she also tells me I have buttloads of morale and stamina. That's obvious too, I'm typing here, more or less to say I'm alive.

Thank you for coming by though. I'm really indebted.

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[bronzeaged]

I know where you're coming from, but she's giving me a talk eugh. These meds are bad enough

You don't know how grateful I am you're still here! ♥