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Thursday, November 24, 2011

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Mrs. Kennedy

Oh my God. Doctors! With their medical training, and their picky life-saving urges! I'm glad you're home. That cranberry sauce makes me sad that it has Jell-O in it, but I secretly understand that it's the right thing to do. My favorite part of the holiday is that you're not dead.

lizardek

Mrs. Kennedy stole my favorite part.

Kira

Now, I believe you were specifically urged to get better. And causing scores of picky medical types to panic and reflexively order tests is not, in fact, getting better. Ahem. Let's not let this happen again.
I know how you feel about doctors. After years of having zero problem with exercise induced asthma, on Saturday I toddled along on the treadmill for a little bit and ended up all WHEEEEEZY and whatnot. I made the mistake of telling my mother, who has been hounding me to talk to my doctor because "asthma KILLS people, blah blah blah."
I keep patiently explaining to her that if you GO to a doctor with a problem, they will DO something, so the obvious answer is NOT TO GO.
And it's like she doesn't WANT to understand.

Terri

Hope you're feeling much better soon!

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