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    i had a friend over for dinner last night and she used my bathroom because she had diarhea...im very unhappy about this my gf did not seem to care...i dont think it was the food as of right now as far as i know it did not bother me or val... but my friend who usually leaves her aim away message on all day is no where to be found...makes me wonder if she is sick and if i was exposed i really hope this is just my imagination running away from me....

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    I bet it is your imagination. Just think of all the times people have diarhea, it happens sometimes. Some people's systems are just like that. She's probably just been busy.
    \"This too shall pass\"

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    yeah it was my imagination shes fine god yknow i think we make ourselves sick worrying

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    I'm glad she's OK and that you are able to relax now. We do make ourselves worried sick! It's amazing to me how much control our minds have, we can feel instnatly sick when we know someone else does and instantly better when we find they are OK.
    \"As soon as you trust yourself,you will know how to live.\"
    Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
    \"Do not anticipate trouble, or worry about what may never happen. Keep in the sunlight.\"
    Benjamin Franklin

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    Ihate the way the mind takes over like that. I do it all the time... when I'm in a bad spell, I even think the phone ringing is going to be someone calling my house to say they're sick and can't do whatever. My therapist thinks that's my OCD and that my meds should take care of it. We'll see when winter comes and all thoughts turn back to v*.


    In memory of the sweetest german shepherd I ever had the pleasure of knowing. I love you, Duncan. 3/12/02 - 12/19/11

 

 

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