<Saying this with much acid dripping sarcasm I can muster> Well miss, we have a plan for that, it's called the ER. You see now little lady, an amblance will come pick ya up when you is not feelin well. It will plop ya into the nearest hospital. Where the fine, scientifically uneducated doctors, (who went to the Akin's school of medicine BTW) will bring your little ole fever down so you can return home and subserviently cater to your husband's every need. All the while pooping out young spiritual warriors for our grand cause!!
And BTW, unlike Mrs. Robme, my friend can not afford an Olympic horse for therapy for her MS!!
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