With a full van, we ventured out for dinner. Maybe too much for EG who looks pooped even after a full day of reclining. After dinner we rushed home to don the Popeye patch so he could watch American Idol. Looking at him, watching him in prolonged discomfort, I hate most everybody in the medical profession and this ridiculous system that has dragged this out. I want my EG back.
“You are what I never knew I always wanted”
12 years ago
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