Monday, March 22, 2010

Hospital re-runs

I didn't die obviously. But only because the doc let me go out and burn one. It was 2 a.m., I was hysterical, and he wanted to sleep.

My friend wheeled me outside with my "lemonade bag" in my lap. The nurse was waiting when we came back in. She slapped a nicotine patch on my back.

I have contraptions on my leg and arm. It is nearly impossible to type. So must go.

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