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[29 Sep 2003|09:49pm] |
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The poor wee lassie.
I must have a word with the Doctor about the medication he has prescribed for Mrs Sunderland. It seems the pills he wants her to take now are causing her more than a little distress ... nausea, irritability, restlessness.
Her husband came in for a short visit this afternoon, with a beautiful bunch of flowers, but she got so moody and angry with him that the poor fellow couldn't leave her room quick enough.
These damn drugs aren't doing her any good. They are just making her more miserable than she already is. Poor darling.
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[25 Sep 2003|11:44pm] |
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Mrs Sunderland looks so sad. I think she was expecting that husband of hers to turn up for a visit this morning. It's probably just as well that he didn't. The poor lass isn't in the greatest of spirits today. She can't keep anything down, and she's just so wretched looking it breaks my heart.
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