I had MRSA. I was going to the hospital everyday for infusions of antibiotics. I was in tremendous pain. Originally it was in my hip. But my back hurt so bad. I kept complaining to the doctor. He said it'd just take time. Keep taking the infusions. I started missing them because I couldn't handle the pain. Thanksgiving Eve the doctor called and said I'd better just go to the hospital if I wasn't going to make my appointments. I called an ambulance. After they messed around for several hours, they did an MRI. By 8:00 a.m. the next morning, they rushed me to surgery. It ended up being a 10 hour surgery. When I woke up, the doctor said I was damn lucky. A little bit longer, my lungs would have been paralyzed and I would have been dead.
There used to be a place in Portland called Spaghetti Already but spelled some kind of cute way. Anyway, it was sort of a fast food spaghetti place. You picked the pasta and the sauce. I'd pick the red sauce and white Alfredo sauce. They put in a plastic container. By the time I would get home, it'd be mixed perfectly. Damn, it was good and cheap too.
I like to mix white Alfredo with a red Italian sauce. Some on each side of spaghetti. When it mixes together, OMG, it's great.
Black licorice, yummy. And this is an old candy, but I love horehound. The name doesn't do it justice.
Why are you so negative? YES, YES, YES.
What a wonderful day. I think life is an attitude and I'm happy.
It's my understanding that's how most of those guys supplement their income.
Red Bull. If I want energy I bet I could find something a whole lot better.
I was thinking the same thing. I want some examples of this guy's humor now. Not from the 5th grade. I'm not even sure if I would have understood his dig when I was in the 5th grade. I was kind of sheltered.
I'd love to tell you the details about my man, but I'm not going to. And no, I'm not afraid but I read the transcripts, etc. I know the details. It certainly didn't have anything to do with a child. I'm not forgiving or forgetting what he did but he's made some decisions and will be finished soon enough.
Nice to meet you. Sometimes I feel like some kind of freak but it's just fun, that's all.
Can you ask him and report back? Inquiring minds want to know.
I know that it's a facility to facility matter. Definitely when I send snail mail I'm very careful about writing on white notebook paper with a black ink pen. And content is an issue. They say they're looking for contraband but I think they're looking for any reason to deny sending mail through. But definitely, the mail I received from his facility isn't read. He actually seals the letter himself before sending it to the mail room.
My SO is in a prison where outgoing mail isn't read. Of course, he's never threatened me but boy oh boy, he's sent some stories to me that wouldn't make it through on messages without a whole lot of symbols messing with the words so the computer readers don't catch what we're talking about.
I'll up vote you because I don't have a clue. Come on. Help me out. Just whisper it. I won't tell.
My SO is in an Alabama prison. They get ibuprofen on request from the medical staff. I don't like the idea that's all they'll do, especially when the problem is more painful than a minor ache or pain. My SO gets significant migraines. Ibuprofen doesn't help. I think the headaches are caused by malnutrition. The migraines are blindingly painful.
I think it's cool. I have a couple of friends who are bi guys and live in different states. I encourage them to send me videos and pictures. That's just me because I enjoy watching.
I'm confused. I thought the question was do you want sex? I didn't take it as an invitation that someone was going to come knocking at the door. I understood it to be a general question. I can't believe the number of people who said no. I'm an older woman and enjoy the hell out of sex. Is the problem that so many people answering are young? It's such a pleasurable thing to do. I grew up in the age of free love prior to AIDS and all those other problems. But I don't get it. Can someone explain?
Me too. It was phone sex but I still had an excellent time.
Yes is the correct answer. But thank you for articulating your desires.
Where's your man located? Mine says the same thing. "Who's that pussy belong to?" "Who's ass is that?" Maybe it's just something they pick up in prison. I've never had a man ask me that in real life.
Yummy. I'll Google it and see what I can find. Thanks!!
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