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Date Posted: 09:50:47 04/18/02 Thu
Author: Luv
Subject: It's a long story.
In reply to: Lyz 's message, "Is that my long lost Luv?" on 20:11:36 04/17/02 Wed

I told you I had diabetes and was losing weight. Well, in my efforts to be gorgeous I tried walking, and my legs hurt. So I went whining to my doctor, A mistake! Come to find out my arteries were clgged with cigerette smoke. My doctor said "oh-ho", he knows me well. He says usually people with clots in their legs have them around their heart too. You would not believe the joy in my heart hearing that. So off I trotted to the hospital.Slow trot. So they could run a cath in my heart. I don't remember if it hurt or not it was so long ago. But the ass who did it came in afterwords and said that one part was 100% blocked and I forget the other blockage some folks could be fixed with drugs.Not me, I needed by-pass Surgery. 3 of them. Chop-chop. So my huband dragged me kicking and screaming back to the hospital. I had to come Home first to tell everyone and get sympathy. Anyway they operate on me, I have a stroke during surgery to add to the excitement and I wake up not beeing able to talk or swallow. But I can grunt and point with the best of them!
Where we are now: I can't smoke anymore, I miss it and personally I don't give a shit if I die smoking but Doug, Daniel and my mother would kill me before smoked half of it.
I don't eat anymore or drink. Diabetes, the good news there is I am Skinny!!I can't talk anymore, but folks love me and pretend they understand. I can't drive anymore. But Daniel goes with me and makes me 'slow down' followed by a shriek. A 16 year old boy shrieks funny. I'm tan all over hehehehehe but my scars still show I thought tanning bed would help that but no. The scar on my leg is the worse from knee to crotch. The one on my chest is kinda cool. I wear low cut shirts hoping folks will ask and feel pity. Frankenboobs.
All in all. I'm feeling better but I wouldn't do it again. Or advise anyone else to. I think dead is probably better and Daniel promised to sing "back that ass up" at my funeral That's my favorite rap song. The lesson learned is don't tell your doctor your legs hurt. They still hurt but one bill at a time.

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The moral of the story? -- Leon, 10:16:18 04/18/02 Thu
- leon -- Luv, 10:32:27 04/18/02 Thu
- Re: The moral of the story? -- Luv, 12:26:28 04/19/02 Fri
One more thing -- Luv, 12:49:47 04/18/02 Thu
Schmoopy dearest. -- Tarnish, 23:20:20 04/20/02 Sat
- I love you too -- shmoopy, 13:34:07 04/21/02 Sun