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My day yesterday was pretty uneventful unless you count about twenty or so odd doctors coming into your room uneventful. Every one of them asked me the same questions over and over again. I swear if I hear the questions they asked me one more time I'll have another attack which actually isn't funny because I had a small one this morning. I don't like being alone here actually I'd rather not be alone left to think about what Dean did to me and everything else. Will someone please come to visit me today? I'd be willing to provide food from outside the hospital if needed to get people. Yesterday I did see Jimmy Brooks in the hall way both of us are completely cool and everything in our wheelchairs.