9:50 A.M. BOBBY
With doctors like his, who needed enemies?
He'll be 75 on Jan. 3rd; two years my junior.
He was giving the bum's rush(?)!
His primary doctor, may have influenced others wrongly, wanting to rid herself of him(?)!
He has been afflicted by sporadic agony attacks and crying fits.
He can't hear, speak, eat, nor be the squeaking wheel.
Since June 24, '02 he's been flat on his back. I visited him every single day since; Mondays through Sundays.
Judging off his case, real live doctors appear closer to Cyclops, then to Nightingale.
Could be, the bad apples and in the bushel, that he personally ran afoul of - I suppose
I think a lesser formidable impression, elicits the devil in man. Still, mistrust is a lead, not a conclusion.

HAD THEY GONE DOWN HIS ESOPHAGUS I NEVER THOUGHT I HAD A CASE. NOW – ONE IS STILL OPEN.

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Saturday 3 March 2007

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