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Hello from Samantha Jane. <div><br></div><div>Well the clueless momPerson brought me back to the vetspital. I am feeling better so it took two of them to shove/pull me through the door because I knew what was coming. Small cage. Drip drip drip. I want to go HOME!! </div><div><br></div><div>They are giving me drugs. And not good drugs either these drugs don’t make you high. The clueless vetPerson says they ARE good drugs and with them I will live a normal life. Apparently I have something called Addison’s disease. And I did something called crashing. I crashed. It’s what they said. But after days of drippy things apparently I am “turning the corner” and after these drugs they said I can go home and I’ll eat and it’ll all be fine. At least that’s what they said</div><div><br></div><div>Goodbye from Samantha Jane who wants this port thingy out of her leg and out if the little cage and to go home and boss the boys around. </div><div><br><br><a href="https://overview.mail.yahoo.com/?.src=iOS">Sent from AT&T Yahoo Mail for iPhone</a><br></div>
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