So, indeed, my last weekend was one merged blob, surrounded by the death. Also known as I was in hospital all weekend surrounded by old people, and attached to a drip. I was away with the fairies after several bags of medicine were being pumped into my veins every couple of hours, and being woken up at random times in the night to have it changed
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