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Ticket is bought. Di will be home at 11:09pm CT, Thursday March 15th.

I am going to the ER now. AFTER I send money to my mother and get something to eat.

Because four treatments in 4 hours and I'm STILL not breathing well (not to mention that I'm not experiencing other side effects), which means the problem is very much worse.

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Went to ER. Got a combivent treatment, 60mg of prednisone and a bag of fluids (apparently I have a viral infection in my throat and was partly dehydrated???), then got sent home with a pat on the head.

Yes, fuckers, that will work. FOR 24 HOURS. And then I'm right back in your ER. GET ME A FREAKING PULMUNOLOGIST. Since none of them around here will see you without a referral or an ER call.

Also. Stargate SG-1 is over. I am sad. The last episode was fucking awesome. Except that one part, which I knew was coming, but still. NONONONONONONO.

Anyway. This sucks. The movie better be released soon.

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I would just like to say that I have the most kickass friends and that I will make it to Chicago this year if I have to kidnap a spawnling and sell them on ebay.