i'm sick...and my friend Roxin had a bit of a freak-out and took me, against my will to a hospital. i am deathly afraid of hospitals so upon nearing the front doors i tossed my cookies in the parking lot... not a very good idea considering the result of which was 3 nurses rushing out side with a wheelchair that they used to get me into the hospital faster. So i sat in a bed for hours while they poked my with sharp implements only to have some guy in a shiny white coat tell me that he couldn't quite figure out what was wrong with me. So i said i wished to be discharged until t=my test results came back and they had something to tell me. So now i'm sitting at home feeling like crap but that's fine with me as long as i don't have to go back to the hospital.

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