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Hospital stay

If you have noticed my absence, let me explain. I've been in the hospital. I'm home now and hoping to soon be back into my usual routine. In the meantime, please keep me in your thoughts. 

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  1. Hi Dorothy: I am very sorry to hear that you have been hospitalized and I hope it was for some minor procedure and that nothing is greatly amiss. I have to confess that I did miss your weekly environmental roundup, but now I understand why it did not make its customary Saturday morning appearance. Get well soon, and return to blogging when you are able. All the best, David.

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    1. It was a relatively routine procedure, but I suffered from dehydration after I was initially released and ended up back in the hospital for a couple of days. I'm feeling much better now, but it has been pretty much of a lost week as far as getting anything done. Except reading. I did get a lot of reading done.

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  2. Sorry to hear that you were in the hospital. I am glad to hear that you are home. I hope that you feel better ASAP.

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  3. Your in my thoughts and prayers!! Feel better soon.

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    1. I appreciate your thoughts and prayers and they must be working because I do feel better!

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  4. I came upon your blog last year and I enjoy you book commentaries, photos and poems very much. You have many insightful and interesting things to say. Hospital stays are unsettling and often scary. I hope you are on the mend to a full recovery. I will keep you in my thoughts. Glad you are home.

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  5. Sorry you had to be rehospitalized. This isn't a good way to catch up with your reading. Please feel better soon.

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    1. I am much better, thank you. And I did enjoy the reading.

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  6. Glad you are better! Hospitals are not fun places to be. Be well, my friend.

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  7. Oh no Dorothy, sending positive thoughts your way.

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    1. Thank you, Diane. I'm on the road to recovery and feeling much better today. The sun is out, the day is brisk and clear, and it is easy to be optimistic on such a day.

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  8. Sorry to hear about your hospital stay Dorothy. Hope you make a full and speedy recovery.

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    1. Every day in every way I'm getting better and better! Thanks for the kind thoughts.

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  9. So glad to read you are on the mend. Take it easy Dorothy, slowly but surely.

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    1. Thanks, rd. The sun is shining and I'm itching to get outside and do some gardening. That's all the motivation I need!

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  10. Sorry to hear you were in the hospital but delighted that you are now home. You are in my prayers for a speedy recovery.


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  11. I hope you are feeling better since you've returned home. So sorry to hear you were in the hospital.

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