I have been sick, whining, crying, help-me-now sick. I have the blown vein on the back of my hand to prove it. (attempted I.V.) I have no idea what I have had, but it can move on now, I've had enough.
We are going tomorrow to look at dirt bikes for Dillon. One of the deacons from our congregation saw me looking at them here in town and asked, "You buying one of these for that boy?" I replied, "Nope, what I am buying is a trip to the ER." I'll keep you posted.
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