Pneumonia

I dropped Brasil off at the airport at 1235 on a Thursday.

At 1236 I came down will what felt like a slow death.

Instead it was just pneumonia.

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One of my best friends was nice enough to bring me medicine, a green smoothie, and soup the day she found out I was sick.

Love her.

She also knew me well enough to know that I would not allow anyone to do anything for me. She basically showed up at my door and barged in like she was the Kool-Aid man.

Excpect she did not say "Oh Yeah."

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After a week of death, she also lovingly forced me to go to the doctor.

Thank you for knowing me so well.

Well done out bossing me.

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Thank you to the rest of you that offered to help (crosswords and oranges!) or came to visit.

Friend love.

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P.S.

Guess what my famous last words were when everyone around me was sick and they were sure I was next?

"I do not get sick...duh."