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Yesterday morning my throat hurt.  I didn't really think too much of it.  I went and got a bottle of NyQuil, took a few slugs and settled into bed.  It feels like I don't even know where I've been.  Man I got sick. I still am.  It wound up that I couldn't swallow and I had to go to the ER this morning.  My temp was 104 when I got there. Can you believe that? 104 at my age.  I have tonsillitis.  I feel like shit.  I'm just now eating some canned chicken soup.  I love that stuff when I’m sick.  But this whole time that I was in bed, sweating and chilling with my mind swarming; I just really miss my mother right now.  
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