Feb 07, 2011 17:13
After a little over 28 months, I got the call.
It was a local doctor's receptionist who said she got my name from the phone-in list of people looking for a family doctor. Well I said sure and she set me up with an appointment at the end of the month.
So I guess my chances of living slightly longer just went up, maybe.
hope,
me,
everyday,
life,
death
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