My family's friend and doctor died last weekend. He was tolerant enough to allow my guesses of self diagnosis but drew the line once I told him I thought I had a touch of the kennel cough.
A few months ago, I went in with a sinus infection when he told me, and I shit you not, "With so many weather changes at this time of year, there would be something wrong with you if you weren't sick."
Yes, he and my dad were friends.
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Leezra, I'm sorry. What a loss for your family and,even deeper, for your father. I hope he vocalizes his loss, doesn't internalize deeply (as men tend to do) and celebrates his friend's life. At about your dad's age (I'm guessing, based upon your photo), my father lost his dearest friend (heart attack) and pulled into himself, like he was in a cave, for a couple of months. Was okay after. Hugs!
I had kennel cough once and I could never seem to get over mad cow disease.
Kittie, all those things you mentioned about your dad = my dad.
Wondering by which pic are you judging my age? :-) The "Lisa and The Devil" movie poster, starring Elke Summer?
KimberLee - my ex said PMS was called that because Mad Cow Disease was already taken.
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