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Evie and Candie at our last pot luck The dove from below 2006 -- April's journal 4th April -- Made some fab mushroom burgers this morning from carrot pulp, mushies, lots of herbs, pumpkin seeds, peppers, onion, hemp seeds, flax and a few other bits and bobs. They're dehydrating right now. I think Evie will love her tea tonight. I'll photograph them for you when I get a chance. We also made some black juice with carrots, purple cabbage, broccoli and some other stuff. Evie had about a pint of it throughout the day. What an amazing child. What a lemon parent I am. Isn't the sun just beautiful. Cute April showers and all that, too. And Evie's face now, with all the flowers. My heart melted when she spotted her first daisy, and she had to pick it. She's been picking flowers ever since. My garden looks a bit dog-eared... Our lips are sealed Wow, Evie's lips healed so quick from her accident. One minute there's blood everywhere, now you can barely see it. Raw baby... see... Employment opportunity Gt Yarmouth Norfolk -- Would you like to work with my team, helping to process orders and do other office work, full time? We're looking for a vibrant, enthusiastic, health conscious person who has a wonderful telephone manner, is quick to learn, hard-working, fun and flexible to join us as soon as possible! If you think this would suit you, please write to us in the first instance using our contact form. 11th April -- Oh, time for a quick post while Evie's having a lie in -- that doesn't happen much. Broom broom Have finally decided on my new car. Oh, it's stunning. I know I deserve the very best in life, and this has just proven it to me. It's going to last well until after the world has ended, so when there are no more houses I can sleep in it! OK, and it's not got leather seats because of the version that I chose... Yeah!!! It's a Lexus IS 220d Sport, and as I want it in white (to match my house!!), I can't get it until September. But that's not that far away, and it'll give me time to save up for it, coz it's a fair bit of that abstract thing we call dosh. Oh, but you should see it. And am getting a sunroof and satnav, as I haven't a clue where I am ever and like to feel the sun on my head while getting lost. So the difficulty of getting Evie in and out of Vera will soon be over. Oh, you know how much I love Vera, we fell off a mountain together and everything, but she'll be seven years old by then, and she can't grow two extra doors, no matter how much she's tried. Am not justifying getting a new car, I just feel a bit heartbroken about giving Vera away... Passport I think I've realised that I've got a bit of my brain missing. You know that bit you need when you're filling in forms or doing anything official or to do with the government? I've been filling Evie's passport in for about 3 months now. I'm now ready to send it off. It took me 3 months! Anyway, I was wanting to go on hols to visit Joe or Jatinder in May, but that won't happen now as I've left it too late, and now Joe's coming back to the UK. It might be too hot in June to visit Jatinder, I'll have to see. Otherwise we won't get a holiday til the autumn, and I REALLY NEED ONE. Wish I had that bit of my brain where I could fill forms in, and then I could have just gone. Oh well. Vitamin D and raw children That elusive vitamin raises its head again. I've been talking to Tish recently and we've been working out what it is that causes raw children to be healthy as opposed to unhealthy. I've seen children *not grow* and have severe mental development problems even just while in the breastfeeding stage because the mothers have been deficient, so this is a major deal. Whilst most vegans accept that B12 is an issue for everyone (not just vegans), vitamin D is frequently brushed under the carpet. If your child is eating cooked vegan foods that are supplemented with vitamin D, they may be OK. Otherwise, read on... Here's what we know Parents of raw and vegan children are obviously caring people, no-one is disputing that. Sometimes dogma can overrule common sense. I've seen it in so-called intelligent people. Experimenting on yourself is one thing, doing it to your child is a different matter altogether, and I can't condone it for any reason. Vitamin D deficiency can cause lasting defects in your child. It's natural for us to live in a sunny climate, where vitamin D is abundant through high-sun exposure. We are tropical creatures living in temperate zones. It's not natural to be vegan, there are no natural vegan animals. "Vegan" animals eat insects and their poo as they eat vegetation, whether they intend to or not. Vitamin D is often at such a low level in the temperate zone mother, that the breastfed baby doesn't get enough. When the natural stores are depleted, there is not vitamin D available for healthy growth. The RDA for vitamin D is just 400 IU. This is the minimum amount your child needs to prevent rickets. They actually need more than this for healthy growth. Bearing all this in mind... If you're going to bring your child up as cooked or raw vegan in the UK, you must supplement with vitamin D somehow, from the word go. If it's the summer and you're getting adequate sun exposure and you're breastfeeding, then a year without artificial supplementation is OK, as you'll gain and store lots of vitamin D from the sun which will be passed on to your child through your milk. If you wish to take supplements and breastfeed your unsupplemented child, you must take in at least 2,000 IU of vitamin D yourself. This will cause normal levels of vitamin D in the child. You may wish to take in more so your child has the opportunity to take in more than the "normal" amount. If you don't want to supplement yourself while breastfeeding you must ensure that you have enough exposure to the sunshine. If you are not breastfeeding and don't want to supplement your child, you must ensure they have sufficient exposure to the sunshine without burning them. Sunshine exposure guidelines Get naked. If you're not naked, you need to sunbathe longer. For each 5% of body surface exposed, the skin can make about 100-200 IU of vitamin D in a single session. When naked, adults can produce about 20,000-30,000 IU of vitamin D on a bright summer's day in one sunbathing session (high sun because low sun doesn't work). The time of one session varies with skin colour: White skin 10-20 minutes Black skin 120 minutes or more (Asian/mixed skin is somewhere inbetween) Where Evie's at Evie was on the 25 line for height when she was born, but on the 50 line for weight. This means she was denser than she was big, if you get that. This is good. Denser is good. She's since got to around the 50 line for height and I haven't a clue where she's at for weight as I've not weighed her. So she's growing faster than her projected amount. If you have a kid, you understand these numbers. Anyway, if she keeps this up she'll be 5 foot 6 inches as an adult, which is taller than me. She'll probably still have the family thighs, though, I can see them already, despite Matt being slender. Looking at other raw children in the world... I've seen several fantastic looking kids in the US that are raw vegan. Tish's kids are also in excellent health -- they're 100% raw, but are vegetarian as they eat small amounts of dairy. Jatinder's son Mohan is about 8 now and has been 99% raw vegan all his life. He lives in Spain so gets lots of vitamin D. As his skin is dark, he needs more sunshine for this to happen. He's got perfect teeth, is the perfect size and is so beautiful you can't begin to imagine. Evie amazing but is still too young to know how amazing she'll be as the cracks can start to show at around 3 years, but my attention to detail with her diet will probably pay off. All these kids that are totally radiant, totally beautiful and totally how all kids should be. Don't all kids deserve the best??? The dove from below We came home from fannying about at the Grafton Centre today to find a fledgling dove on my path. Their parents have been nesting in my conifers, so I wasn't surprised to see it. Didn't know if it was hurt though, so me and Evie stared at it for a while, and I went towards it to see what it'd do and it couldn't fly or move far. There are lots of cats around my way (you should hear them at night on a full moon, sounds like babies crying and I have to throw things at them to move them on so they don't wake Evie -- real baby... cats are so bad for our native animals), so I thought that one might have attacked it. I caught it after no struggle at all then rang my fab mate Jo who takes in wild birds and other animals. She popped over with her cage, veggie bird food and syringe for feeding it. We had a little love with it and fed it and Evie went from being scared of mummy holding something that moves to going "hello" at it in 5 easy minutes. Jo's taken it home, we've decided it's a girl and called it Doris. There's no sign of injury so hopefully she'll live. We'll go see her next week and then Jo will bring her back here to release her in a couple of weeks. I love having doves here, they're so lovely and they mate for life, which is cute, coz they don't have Victorian attitudes forced upon them, they just do it coz they want to. Note to woman who mailed me about the cats -- I don't actually throw things at them, I just throw things in their direction to move them on. And they're not ferral cats that are homeless, they're all owned, they just hang out in gangs at night. Blimey, I'm a vegan, I wouldn't hurt cats, I just don't want them screaming on my drive when it's a full moon, they can go hang in their own gardens, coz they do have them. Anyway, Jo says that if you find a fledgling bird, keep an eye on it for a couple of hours before attempting to touch or move it, as it may be still being monitored and fed by its parents. This one wasn't as she checked to see if she'd been fed, which was more luck than judgment on my part. I've had such a busy week Louis came over for the night last week. I was in the middle of having a Tregar massage from him when my GBF (gay best friend) rang. He's been made redundant and wants a shoulder to cry on. So he comes over, I make a salad that we three eat and Evie throws all over and I can tell my GBF wants to talk about it but instead it's destined that Louis shows us some fab pictures of his recent venture out into the depths of the rainforest with Sting and some really important person that I'm not allowed to mention. So as GBF hankers after pity, he gets the Galactic Superwave talk from Louis (it's coming to get us soon so we may as well just all enjoy ourselves and walk round with a board saying "the end of the world is nigh" on it). Well, it makes a change as normally when GBF meets my male mates he goes "Is he gay?" and I'm like "No, stop gaying up my mates". Louis escaped this, the galactic superwave gods were on his side. Anyway, so then last night I watched a bit of telly and there's a programme on about "bug catchers" -- gay guys who purposefully shag HIV+ guys so they can get the virus. Very odd. Like one guy said of his ex bug catching bo "He had a death wish". Made me think. I have a life wish. Imagine seeing everything and feeling everything and knowing as much as you can know for as long as you can. Amazing. Anyway, Ed McCabe says you can cure HIV and AIDS with Hydrogen Peroxide therapy and I believe him. And I want to be a great grandma before I pop my dutch shoes. Jessie, champagne and salad Then on Saturday, my fab mate Jessie and me went to Bar B for champagne and salad for the day. Evie was with her dada, and Finlay was with his dada and me and Jessie didn't have babas to deal with so we had the best natter in the world. Bar B do this veggie platter that you can customise if you flash your peepers at them enough. They do a fab guacamole, so anything goes with that. And do you know the nicest thing I've heard for a long time came from Jessie that day... we were talking about our mates and Jessie said that we are the sum total of all our mates and if anyone bad comes into our lives, they aren't what make us so they're not worth our time. So MY GOD, I've got like the best mates in the world. There's Jessie, Lisa Currants, Mrs Lisa Renny, Joe, Jo, GBF, David W, Jatinder, Ruth and then there are my newish mates like Tish, Kate and Jess... and then there are the people that are always there for me like my wonderful family and my staff. And then there's this OOOOOOHHHHH delicious young man who's been making me feel like a real woman again in recent weeks. And It's all fab. It's all fab. My mates are what make me and I love and appreciate them all. Totally. Got talking about my mates that all have the same names. Jessie has all three names that are abundant amongst my mates (Karen, Lisa, Jess) and so declared herself three times my mate. I think she's right. Love her. Healthier and healthier Me, mum and dad went to a health show in London over the weekend. It was very interesting getting the pushchair on and off of the tube. Don't know how a woman alone would do it. Anyway, we did this amazing deal that makes my new Lexus so worth it. God, I sound a bit materialistic there, but you know what I mean. Some guys in Japan will get extra wasabi with their sushi for this ;-) Can't say more, but flipping blink. If you haven't heard of raw chocolate by now you will do in five minutes time. My goddess, the raw cacao revolution has arrived, kicking, screaming and dancing. It's so much down to Naked Chocolate and all who sail in her. Bless. Bumped into our Mike Nash, an ex consultation client of mine, Grant (who's opening a raw shop in Barnet), Cary (not Cary Grant, 2 different people) and a few people that we intended to meet. It was lovely, and there was such a great vibe around the place. I don't know how this has happened (I do really, but I can't say), but there's this big tidal wave of health sweeping the UK shores, and these normal people are all learning about raw food and becoming conscious and all that. It's wonderful and I so love it. Mum's been high-raw for the past month and has changed from an apple to a pear. Very good going, Mutha. It's her special (29th) birthday on the 1st of May and we're going off up to Hull to get all northern and have a boogie to music like Dexy's Midnight Runners and other such nonsense. Takes me back to dancing with Uncle Colin to Madonna's Beautiful Stranger a few years ago. Ah, Uncle Colin is a double of my dad (er, his brother). Peas, pods and pops. Why??? 13th April -- Am feeling a little emotional right now. After all the research I just did into Vitamin D to get the right information for breastfeeding mothers and raw mothers and vegan mothers... WHY has this not been highlighted before? Why, when it's clear that raw food promoting mothers have had deficiency issues with their children, have they not come up with and published a protocol that works and would prevent any other mother from making the same mistakes? I feel so lucky and blessed that I believed all along in supplementation, as Evie's not got these growth and teeth problems, but I've been dissed for that, too by some. Some say that you don't need to supplement, and they often shout that from the rooftops. Well, it's bloody clear to me that you do! Why do these raw mothers risk the lives and health of their child? Would they really rather be unhealthy and stunted with bad teeth than supplement? And to every raw mother out there who's not spoken out when you've had these issues -- WHY HAVEN'T YOU? What's scaring you from being true and standing in your own power and holding your hands up and saying "I need help" or "I got it wrong, but I learned from it so you can get it right"? Is it so important to you appear to be RIGHT? Coz, do you know what? If appearances are that important to you, then you'd better get some cosmetic dental work for your kids. Yes, I know I'm a passionate person, but right now, I'm feeling like my blood is boiling around this subject It's so easy to supplement your child. IT'S SO EASY to have a healthy raw vegan child. Well, as ever, it seems like I'm on a mission ;-) I won't rest until this information is out there and known by every raw mother and mother to be. This ridiculous situation of crumbling teeth and stunted growth in raw children stops now. It's not big and it's not clever to do this to your child, no matter what your intention. Note to people who have emailed me on this: I am not going to name the raw food promoters who's children have been affected. Those of you who named specific people, please ask them, not me as it's not my responsibility. Yes, there are a few families who made remedial decisions about their childrens' diets based on lack of growth and other deficiency symptoms. To the lady who asked why vitamin D is such an issue for vegans -- it's simply that it's not in the food. Some cooked vegan food is fortified with vitamin D (and other vitamins), which is why it's more of an issue for raw vegans. In addition, vitamin D, and many other vitamins are also added to cooked non-vegan foods. Doris On a lighter note, Doris is doing well. We'll go see her next week and then Jo will release her back in my garden the week after. Aw! Jo And speaking of Jo. Years ago she worked for me, and now she's going to be doing it again! Jo's like a really intelligent woman who's never found her niche in her work. She's a dedicated veggie and animal lover, rescuing all kinds of animals and taking them to bed with her at night to feed them round the clock. Anway, she's started working for herself and so I've asked her to become my research assistant. It's the only way I'll get my next two books written because of the time constraints I have. And she'll do an amazing job of it, too. Am really looking forward to working with her. Raw vegan radio Yeah! Did my interview for Raw Vegan Radio yesterday. Actually was a bit too buzzy coz I'd just tried a new maca product that had landed on my desk only an hour before, so I think I sounded like I was at a party. It was OK though. I've got such a deep voice though. Anyway, it'll air in a couple of weeks, I'll let you know when and you can laugh at my accent. Steve, the lovely guy who runs it said he had *so many* requests for me... not sure why, like you don't get enough of me here!!! Happy Easter 14th April -- Right, am going to take a few days off from this laptop de mio. Am actually really tired this week for some reason. I think it's to do with the amount of energy Evie has from dawn til dusk and me not giving her enough to stimulate her... it was great today as we hung out in the garden for hours, and she really enjoyed it. But normally, she gets like she needs more than I can give her. When it happens it breaks my heart as I can't change our situation. It's not all the time, but when it happens I just don't know what to do. I take her to the park and there are no kids, or the ones that are there can't even maintain eye contact. I've gotta do something, I know that. I just feel so responsible for her, as you do when you're a mum. Answers on a postcard, please. Anyway, apart from that, life is great, perfect and sunny -- the sun does make such a difference, doesn't it?? Am gonna have a fab Easter, and I wish you guys the same, too. Much love x 19th April -- OK, so the touching story I wrote here today turns out to be an urban myth, so I've removed it. Best to stick to my own life, at least I kind of know what's going on there. Sometimes. Back home after mammoth stay at Mutha's. Getting the new techie upgrade sorted in the office. Wish someone would do it for me, am not cut out to work these things out, tis beyond me now my brain is cabbaged by motherhood. Seems very quiet here... Evie's not well... got a fever, cough and all that. Dad made me take her to the docs, he was lovely actually and checked to see if her lungs and ears were clear (yes). She's a very good patient most of the time, and if she has her booboo, she just lies there getting well. But I really don't like it when she's ill -- obviously as I don't like her being in pain, but also coz I don't know what to do about it... you know when you're all conventional you'd just go to the doctors, do the Calpol thing and all that, and if *goddess forbid* anything went wrong, you could go "Well, it wasn't my fault". Well, it's not like that with natural parenting. I'm in the dark so much with all this, I just have to go with my instincts and love my child into wellness, but if *goddess forbid again* anything went wrong *everyone else* would be going "It's your fault". Know what I mean? I really need to get a great book on treating children's diseases naturally with everyday easy to find stuff -- anyone got any ideas as to the best one? Anyway, looks like Doris is coming home very soon, which is good news. Hope she stays out of trouble and in the trees from now on. All good things they say never last 21st April -- My weekends of deliciousness have come to an end. I've felt this was going to happen for a couple of weeks, so am not shocked by it, just a bit saddened. I don't know about you, but it's so rare for me to find a guy that ticks all my boxes. Maybe it'll become not rarer, let's hope so, eh. Anyway, as with everything in life, it's all as it's meant to be. Am just happy to have had that time with this special person, and it's made me realise that I don't have to compromise myself, my lifestyle or my beliefs to have a man in my life, coz I didn't with this one, which is what made it so easy and lovely. Sometimes it snows in April. 22nd April -- Skippy came over yesterday coz I didn't want to be alone all day. Evie's still not well and I had sideboards arriving and couldn't cope with that all on my own. We had a good old natter and marvelled at our amazing abilities to remain single despite the fact that we're both amazing people (we were bigging each other up there, like not ourselves, but by the end of the day I was bigging myself up going "I wouldn't let me go" and all that. Well, I bloody wouldn't -- I'm a fantastic catch -- I don't know what's wrong with men!). Anyway, we did a bit of retail therapy and then raced home just in time for delivery of said sideboards. Oooh, they are very very nice. Glad I turned the other ones away that I was going to get. These are much better, and weren't flat pack so didn't have to endure hours of head scratching and deal with left over pieces. This delivery guy assembled the legs on the sideboards while Skippy ooogled him, and Evie laid on my knee. After the blokes had gone Skippy went on about the way he loves a man in baggy jeans. Didn't do much for me. Anyway, it's Skippy's birthday meal out tonight so I've got a rare night off, and Matt's looking after Evie. Hope she'll be OK. I don't think I'll stay out long, it's not right when your poppet's ill, is it? And then tomorrow it's Finlay's first birthday party, so me and Evie will go to that. Glad I've got a busy weekend as it stops me feeling sorry for myself. After 8 weeks of yummy times with a guy, you kind of get used to it, don't you, even if you just slipped into it and there was no intention there for it to be anything other than what it was. But on the same score, you get unused to it pretty quickly, too. Oh yeah, I must stop spending for a bit. I still need to do loads to the house, but also need to save a load of cash to pay for my car in September. I might have to put my house on hold til then. I might actually just take six weeks out and go visit mates for the summer, it'd be great for Evie, too. Is it summer yet? My precious one 24th April -- I've just come in to my office for a ten minute break from Evie. Matt's here, we've got to go to the hospital soon. On Saturday night, I went out with Skippy and the boys for his birthday. We had a lovely time, playing with Skippy's and TBH's new SLR digital cameras (want one, not getting anything else til have enough money for car!). Anyway, even though it was only my third night out away from Evie, I couldn't really enjoy it as she was ill at home (Matt was babysitting). So I went home at about 9, and Evie looked so little, so pale and so ill. It's odd, I've been so close to her over the last seven days, I've barely taken my eyes off her, and I don't think I realised how much she was deteriorating. What I saw that night was a little slipping away baby. I took her to bed. Woke up about 9.00, Evie was still asleep, though she'd been feeding from me during the night. I realised there and then that she needed more than I could give her. What I was doing for her wasn't enough -- she shouldn't still be ill eight days later. I thought "she needs an x ray". I drove her to hospital. Cambridge has one of the best hospitals in the country, and we were seen within an hour. We had our own private bay, with a bed, telly and video (very useful when you spend six hours somewhere trying to keep a child unbored). We were assessed, a nurse tried to give Evie some Calpol (I refused it -- eugh, never seen it before, it's bright pink -- what's that???). Got a dirty look for that, but I said I want her diagnosing, I don't want the symptoms suppressing (she wasn't in pain, and she has boo boo as pain relief). I said I'd rather have oxygen for her, and the nurse said she doesn't need any, her oxygen levels are fine (I actually meant to help her fight the disease...) A doctor came to see us and checked her out, same as the doctor on Tuesday. He then ordered an x ray, which is what I was wanting. Anyway, the x ray results came back. Erie has pneumonia, puss on her right lung and maybe a foreign object in it. I saw the x ray, the shadow is about two inches big, so it's a lot of infection there. No wonder she was so ill, bless her. And her little body can't fight something like that. We have to go back to day to see the respiratory team to see if they can work out if there's a foreign object or not (she choked on a pine nut the day before she got ill, but I thought she'd just scratched her throat). With hindsight, I'd have done a lot of things differently, but as my sister says, kids don't come with handbooks. Am feeling pretty bad about it all, but I can only do what I can do now, I can't change the past. I could easily blame the pressures of being a single mum, too much responsibility Esc, but it's not that, it's just that no matter how hard you try, you can never get everything right 100% of the time, not even judgment calls on your kid's health. Anyway, I'm now feeding my previously undrugged baby penicillin (which she's puked up two out of three times). I doubt I'd ever take drugs like that myself as I know there are better ways to cure me, and if Evie only had a slight infection, I'd try other stuff first before doing this, but a two inch infection in her little lung which turned her green and ill -- I'm not going to even think of my principles right now. It hurts, though, the whole thing really hurts my heart. Pls send lots of healing vibes to my poppet over the next few days, she needs to get better quick so she can be a cheeky monkey again. I miss that little person who always wanted things and trashed my house constantly. It's never been so clean, and we can't have that! As a side note, the doctor freaked out when he asked me if she was up to date with her vaccinations and I said she's had none. He said "Well, I don't think this illness is related to that, but blah blah blah. What did your GP say?". Well, they don't vaccinate for pneumonia, do they? Small children can choke on nuts and you may barely notice... 26th April -- A very quick update, am only home to collect some more clothes... We were admitted into hospital on Monday night because the consultant said Evie needed IV antibiotics to fight her lung infection quicker to make her stronger for the telescope down lung thing. We have to stay in the hospital because we now have a bed, and they can't ensure we'll have one for tomorrow otherwise... Have seen a few specialists and this is the general thought -- Evie probably has a pine nut in the airway to her right lung. It's probably blocking it and causing her to get barely any air in her lung, hence the infection. At 8.30am tomorrow, she'll have the general anaesthetic and telescope down throat thing to try to locate and remove the nut (or fragments as it could be now). We'll then have to stay in hospital until the infection is showing a retreat. Am kind of on autopilot (only broke down once when some lady in the car park just now opened her door onto my car, and obviously I wasn't crying for the car!). Evie's in much better shape since Sunday, and when she's not sleeping (which she's doing a lot) is aware, walking, playing and eating. She got her appetite back yesterday after fasting on booboo for ages. Please send as much love and support to Evie over the next 24 hours, as that's the time she'll need it most. And from now on, she's only ever eating blended food! Am trying v hard not to feel guilty about all this, in hindsight it was all so obvious... I obviously can't write in my journal for a bit, but will update you via my guestbook as a temporary measure as I can do that from the hospital. Love and thanks x Evie all better now and Shazzie Jennie from the tenfoot and Shazzie We're home!!! 27th April -- Evie's sat on my knee drawing as I write this... all is well, will write up fully when I have time. Ta all for your love, every drop of it made a difference ;-) Love, love, love Shazzie and Evie xxxxxxxxxxxxxx The May Queen 30th April -- Me and Evie have just got back from Hull -- we had a surprise party for my mum's 60th (shhh!) birthday. It's actually tomorrow, and she's a total May Queen, but we had the party on Saturday evening. All our rellies are in Hull so that's why we had it there. Oh, it was soo good seeing Evie being all well and happy. Jen's boys look after her a lot when they see her, but this time they really pulled out all the stops and were so good and gentle with her. Bless them. Anyway, I danced for about 4 hours non-stop with all my rellies. I thought as I was dancing that I've got too much energy, like as if you can have too much. It's only when I manage to get it out of my system like that, that I start feeling really really good. Otherwise it just sits there in me and I get all frustrated by life. Am still not up to writing about Evie's ordeal in the hospital, though I'll do it very soon. It was amazing to see her change from this poorly little girl into someone running round, smiling and being happy within hours of her operation, though. The report said they removed "mucous and debris" from her lung, then they rinsed it out with saline fluid, and then proclaimed that her lung was in excellent condition. She's off the antibiotics now, and hopefully she'll never have to go through anything like this ever again. Or me! I don't know how much I can take sometimes, but you just do, don't you? Next

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