Got up, took a shower, fed the dogs, went for a fasting blood draw, went to check-in for my 8:40 Tuesday Morning appointment.
I have you scheduled for next week, 8:40 Tuesday.
It was a good dry run.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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- Dietrich Idaho Dreams.
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- If you are from Canada
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- Here is My Plan.
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