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"Can&amp;#39;t write much today. At the risk of sounding like a broken record...I&amp;#39;m sick again. I&amp;#39;m not really sure what&amp;#39;s up this time but it involved throwing up in the car (thank God for my Duane Reade bag) while heading to Long Island this morning. Nick, God love him, actually managed to hold my hair back as he dodged traffic on the Brooklyn/Queens Expressway. It was not a pretty sight. (And no, I am not pregnant. I will spare you those details, but let&amp;#39;s just say it would be virtually impossible.) Now I&amp;#39;m at my parents&amp;#39; house and my mom has Alex and I&amp;#39;m heading up to my old bedroom to lie down for a few minutes. I think I&amp;#39;ll feel better soon, I just need to rest. Of course I&amp;#39;m not sure what to do about all the pills I took this morning--four Gleevec, two Motrin (for the boob pain) and one antibiotic (oh yeah, I&amp;#39;m on the Zyvox again)--which definitely came back up. And I have to admit, I&amp;#39;m slightly worried about myself.... I mean, what the &amp;amp;%$^!! Ugh. OK, I promise I will have better things to write about next week. Until then, have a great weekend. --E"^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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