I’m back in the hospital again, but.this tim doesn’t seem as severe. be back asap, love y’all!
HH
Don’t Fret
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I’m back in the hospital again, but.this tim doesn’t seem as severe. be back asap, love y’all!
HH
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Get better Hoody! Let me know if you need me to wrangle any tweakers for you!
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nah, I think they keep them in a different ward…
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Golly gee whiz, girl. “Don’t fret, I’m just in the freaking HOSPITAL”?!?!?!?!
You better get better soon!
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It’s become so commonplace for me to be in the hospital, it just doesn’t seem like a big deal anymore!
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Crapdammit. Well, at least I can call off this search party I was just about to send out. Feel better soon, love!
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so that’s why those German Shepherds were roaming the halls…
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Get better soon hooker. Tell that fail pancreas to stop being a bitch x
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Yeah, I’m, fairly sick of its shit.
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Ugh! Get better soon.
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Thanks, working on it!
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I don’t know how to check on you. 😦
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Get better soon, girl. Don’t make me come out there and kick that pancreas’ ass!!
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I’m not sure if the pancreas has an ass… and if it does, you’d probably have to reach into my chest to get it, like that dude from “Temple of Doom.”
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I can see right through you, ya know. This whole “Don’t fret…I’m just in the hospital,” act is the Southern woman’s way of getting the folks to gather ’round. You could just ask for help….you need a ‘ho slapped? A snapping turtle trap? A wedding planned in Blush and Bashful? What do we gotta do to get you back on your feet?
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Funny you should mention Blush and Bashful… wait for the next post!
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Get well soon, Hoody. Tell that pancreas of yours I said to knock it off.
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Yeah, it just sits in there chanting “I can’t hear you, I can’t hear you!”
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Are we on some sort of rotating system here? I mean, I just got out of hospital…. I suppose I should start packing a go-bag for when you’re finally out again. Where are my nunchucks?
Please get entirely better soonest.
Whether I find my nunchucks or not. I bet I loaned them to Sister MaryKatherine again.
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Yep, this time I was so sure I was going to get admitted that I packed a bag full of books and clean underwear!
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You’ve got to stop visiting that place. Feel better soon!
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But they’re so NICE to me there! When they’re not sucking out all my blood…
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Hope you feel better soon, Hoody. And let me know if you need some kind of posse formed. I’m in.
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So far, no posse required, but stay ready!
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Dammit, Hoody! WTF???
I can’t help you with the pancreas, but I have two spleens. I’d be happy to share. Just say the word.
(Hoping you got some hot male nurses to give you your sponge baths…)
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You have… two… spleens? What does that do? And how did you find that out? ARE YOU A SUPERHERO???
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Your pancreas is a bigger bitch than my fucked-up kidneys. Smack it down and come back to us! xoxo
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Oh, I’m sure the kidneys, liver, etc will eventually get tired of all the attention the pancreas is getting and start their own shit! Just give it time!
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Feel better, Hoody! And kick that pancreas into gear, already, would ya? (Oh, wait. I think it’s kidneys you’re supposed to kick…)
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No kicking. The drugs are good, but not THAT good.
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You know you can make jello at home, right?
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Oddly enough, I have not allowed Jello to pass my lips since I threw it up the LAST time I was in the hospital!
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Turds! Best of luck to you, Hoody, hope you bounce back quick!
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Thanks, I’m trying!
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Get better soon!
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Thanks!
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Woman, you need to stop going to the damned hospital! Please get better soon, and take good care of you, since we can’t do it.
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I’m TRYING to take care of myself, but it’s like a bitchy girlfriend — whatever was the right thing to do yesterday is now the WORST POSSIBLE THING EVER.
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Oh no! Dick pickle. I hope you’re back to your happy, healthy, honeysuckle self soon.
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I can probably do honeysuckle. it’s full of bees, right?
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