{{{{{Jilli!}}}}
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I'm sorry, Jilli. That's a tough situation.
{{{{{Jilli}}}}} I'm so sorry.
In frivolous news, I finally wore my new shoes [link] I think I like them.
{{Jilli}} I'm sorry that she is doing worse.
I called Erin and left a message asking how she was doing. If I get a call back I'll let ya know.
Oh, Jilli. I'm so sorry.
I called Erin and left a message asking how she was doing. If I get a call back I'll let ya know.
Oh, good. I've been wondering about her.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha!
Just talked to my PCP. She thinks my breathing sounds bad enough for hospitalization. I talked her into letting me try to get through the night and see someone in the clinic tomorrow because I just don't have the energy to deal with the ER tonight. I promised her I'd go if it got any worse. Instead, I get to do three back-to-back nebs, take my cough meds with coedine, and go to bed. I get to set my alarm to do nebs during the night. Then right at 9am I call the clinic.
Today sucks.
((((((((Jilli))))))))))
Welcome home, Erin!!!
{{{vw}}} Take care of yourself.
Welcome home, Erin! Take care, you.