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In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.
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January 17, 2002
:: no word ::
...from the doctor yet. She sat and listened to my symptoms and my woes for well nigh 20 minutes, bless her heart, and then took some blood and promised to call today if anything shows up. She seemed flummoxed. I suppose I would be too, but I had hoped for some kind of magic answer. Isn't that what doctors are for?
So I'm nervous. Kept waking up all night long. What if there's something really, seriously wrong with me? I'm not used to getting sick. A cold every year, sure. The flu now and again, no problem. But beyond that, I've always been unflappable. Let's hope that's not changing. I have a feeling I would make a very very bad sick person.
Keep yr collective fingers crossed, please.
you're unflappable, girl. crossing my fingers.