It appears that I will live - and that, most likely, I did NOT have the plague.
While that's a Good Thing, it also leaves me with little to whine about. Oh, except that I cracked my shin on the edge of the coffee table. THAT hurt. The husband was on the couch watching TV and just sort of glanced at me. Saw me rolling around on the floor in agony, clutching my shin. Shook his head and went back to watching the tube. He loves me. He really does.
Anyway, just thought I'd let you all know that the funeral is off and I'm on the mend.
Because, I know you were all just terribly worried about me.
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