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[famke_j]

Christ. I'm sick. I've been fevered and throwing up and generally icky, and someone finally dragged me to the doctor . . . he says it's the flu. Also, that it's possibly stress related, and that I should try not to overdo it

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[marc_blucas]

Ooohh..poor Famke. I'm coming over tomorrow. I'll have soup, crackers, and some ginger ale for you, I just won't come too close. :)

[famke_j]

You can stand six feet away and throw soup at me . . . you're awfully sweet. Thank you. But you don't have to come over; you can bring me soup and crackers when I'm healthy. I feel the love.

Besides, Charisma will kill you if you catch something, bring it home, and infect her darling child with it. :)

I do want to see you when I can stand up again without falling over, though.

Love Famke

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[marc_blucas]

I did bring them over...I just left them at the door stoop. I tried calling you, but you must have taken the phone off the hook, because all I got was a busy signal. :( I hope you got the stuff I brought though.

[famke_j]

I did get it, sweetheart, thank you . . . it was a bit odd to go out to get the paper and almost step in soup, but it was very sweet, thank you so much . . . brightened my day.

I unplugged the phone after one of them woke me up. I'm sorry. Thank you for coming by . . . the doctor says I should be better in a few days, do you want to do something then?

What would I do without you?

Love Famke

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[marc_blucas]

I guess I should have thought about you stepping in it before I left it there. *laughs*

Sure, I'd love to have lunch or dinner or whatever. Just get some rest and then let me know when you're up to your old self again.