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Well hello dear readers….yes it is really me….live from my local hospital.  So here is the plan readers I want out of here.  So I need one of you to bake a cake with a file in it and someone else to dress up in a gorilla costume and deliver it to me.  I am in room 347 I think.  So as you know I have been sick for the last week.  I fought and fought it but the crap beat me again.  So here I am with MRSA again.  A nasty little staph infection as took over my body for the 6^th time.  I am what they call a MRSA carrier.  I have the germs just floating freely through my body.  Keep in mind my body is like 300 pounds so I assume it is like Disney World for germs.  This is the second time I have had a “retreat” at the hospital.  So I am here again.  After a wait in the ER yesterday they decided I needed to have IV antibiotics.  I am waiting for the doctor to come see me.  I have the fantasy that the door will swing open and the nurses will be dressed up in showgirl outfits and they come in singing like a Broadway show.  The doctor swings in and dressed like Elvis singing “Rachel Rachel my love you can go hoooommmmmeeee”. Yep don’t see it happening but it is funny in my head to think about it.  My daughter was supposed to blog for me last night so I will have to see what she wrote.  I might let her write it every day. So me and food still not playing well together.  I get some nice shots to help with it here so that makes big differences.  My pain shots aren’t really working but I hate the thought of being label “drug seeker” I am trying not to complain.  Yes I know I should but I don’t have it in me.  I hate to cause trouble or be a pain in a butt (yes I know you guys know the truth).  All fun a side readers I am extremely stressed.  I am missing work while I am here.  So the already “scarce” Christmas will now be “scar” and if I don’t go home tomorrow “sc”.  So please pray my dear readers that the money angels or the “let her out of hospital” angels will smile down on me today.