No going back?

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I asked my friend, who visited, to bring a pizza.  So we could eat normal food while conversing.  What kind, from where?  Your choice, in both cases.  Surprise me with anything except pineapple.  I don't think pineapple is a real pizza topping.  It's... nefarious!

A chicken cajun topping?  Okay.  I used to hate chicken, but have really learned to like it.  Same with sirloin, and other such.  Might be returning to enjoying pork?  Will find out.  So, no, that was fine.

A serious relief?

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Something didn't sit well, with a recent hospital visit.  The nurse was... acting odd.  Have you ever felt... judged?  Given the ol' stink-eye?  I didn't think too much about it.  Who knows what it was about.  But, yes, it was there.  I just... couldn't place what it was about.

They put in a intravenous connector.  They always do in ER.  This time, though, they used it.  First to add fluids, electrolytes, and such.  They didn't tell me why, but in speaking with others, they do that if bp is low?  Okay.  Which is fine.  Then, later, I was told they wanted to give me a liquid form of the antibiotic they were going to put me on.

I'm not the only one.

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Do they see it coming?  Now, some walked.  Stalin, technically, never paid.  Neither did Pol Pot, or many others.  They... might walk.  But we know.