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To: Tax-chick

I’ve lost almost half the volume of blood I’m supposed to have. They probably should have given me four units, but they gave me only two, and though my general over all feeling is better, I KNOW I’m not out of the woods.

When I reschedule the test, I will make sure it’s far enough in advance that something can be done with the blood in the meanwhile. I’m used to feeling tired, but the other things that go along with blood loss are not fun. The worst, I think, are the palpitations. They just never seemed to quit, and the feeling of being too cold to ever warm up again. I can do without both those.

Today can be better spent in picking up a few things and getting ready for the inspection tomorrow. *Unngh* I will go to the post orifice in a while and drop off your package. They must be really paranoid, here, these days. It used to be the parcel bin was open in the lobby/box area all the time. Yesterday, it was locked. I went to drop it in the box outside, and the slot was only large enough for a fat envelope. So this will go out in today’s mail.


1,797 posted on 01/21/2014 8:11:28 AM PST by Monkey Face (I'd like to give thanks to my feet for supporting me and my arms for being at my side at all times.)
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To: Monkey Face

Don’t make a special trip with the package. It’s looking like we won’t go after all, unless Bill’s not working. Elen said one of her friends could babysit, but it turns out she can’t. Anyway, it’s going to be freezing, so once again I’d have to keep my coat on the whole time, unless I wear something heavy to start with.


1,799 posted on 01/21/2014 8:13:29 AM PST by Tax-chick (What did you think would happen?)
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