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Hi Ladies! I'm still here but I've been sick since last Sunday and I'm being monitored for dengue. I really pray I don't have dengue. I'll try and post some stuff when I feel a bit better. I've been keeping up with your blogs so keep 'em coming please as they keep me company.
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  1. Rhania E.August 24, 2010 at 10:23 AM

    get well soon hun

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  2. Lady EAugust 24, 2010 at 12:44 PM

    thanks rhain!

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  3. AnonymousAugust 24, 2010 at 7:18 PM

    I hope you'll be well soon! Pray a lot dear, i know you'll get better!

    take care,
    http://shineyglam.blogspot.com

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  4. Lady EAugust 24, 2010 at 9:59 PM

    thank you shineyglam!

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  5. KittenAugust 24, 2010 at 10:10 PM

    Awwww, no wonder why. Hope you'll get well and hope it's not dengue, take care.

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  6. MeedgeAugust 24, 2010 at 11:02 PM

    i read that you're battling an autoimmune disease. what type? i wish you well!

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  7. Lady EAugust 24, 2010 at 11:14 PM

    @kitten - thanks Kitten. I sure hope to be back in no time!

    @meedge - it's called polymyositis. it's quite debilitating. most people who have this lose the use of their arms and legs after some time. they also have difficulty breathing, swallowing, etc. Some people who have this abroad, advised me through their blogs, to buy an electric toothbrush and forego brushing my hair as these will be impossible to do eventually. Of course, I ignored them. = ) I do have an electric toothbrush though as it helps with my sensitive gums and I have curly hair so I only need to comb it when it's wet. thank you so much for your concern meedge!

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