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Still not feeling all that great. My left arm keeps going numb on me. It isn't all the time but it's more often than not. I'm hating this. I just want to feel good again. I hate not knowing. I will know more later this week but it's the waiting that kills me. I have gotten so much support and love the past couple of days that I will never again think that I have not affected anyone's life in a positive way and that no one cares about me. I know I have friends who care but to learn that there are so many out there who truly are concerned about me and love me. It feels good and makes all of the people who don't give a damn about me and are probably hoping I will die from this....not matter in the least.
Sometimes you wonder why God does what He does. If a person is open to the lessons in life...you will see just a glimpse of His thought processes. I seem to have 2x4's upside my head to see them but...I do see them. LOL I never did do things the easy way. :)

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