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I am not feeling so good. Part of it is the 3 or 4 lbs. I lost in ten minutes yesterday when the colon went berserk. I feel like someone hit me across the waist with a broom stick. The other part is stress. My dad had surgery on his back which seems to be a success, but now I have to do even more to look after things. The cleaning people broke a tile in my folks' shower, so I cut a new tile yesterday and caught my mother just before she swallowed a big glob of premixed tile grout. I have no idea why she tried to eat some and when I asked what the hell she was doing, she denied trying to eat any. So, I asked, ummm, then why is it all over your face? She said she didn't know. You know what is great about being 94 years old? NOTHING!
I need a ride to the nearest looney bin where they can put me in a nice, quiet, dark room.
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