My niece Tasha spent some time in the emergency room last night. It took about eight hours from the time she went in with her mom till when she was able to get home this morning. It’s an ailment that I won’t reveal by name, but it sounded extremely scarey when I heard it, but my sister — a nurse — says it’s nothing to be too frightening.
So I only stopped breathing for a second or two.
This also had the effect of postponing a July 4th/welcome home picnic for my nephew Noah, who’s on leave for slightly more than a week from the U.S. Army. He’s a stryker driver, and we expect him to ship off to Afghanistan later this year.
So I haven’t seen him yet, because the whole Johnson family slept in late.
This spared me from having to eat my sister’s cooking.
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