Guess what? I had another visit from Death, this time a co-worker. He was too stubborn to go to a doctor, thought it would be too costly. The last time I talked to him I was struck with the desire to take him to the emergency room myself, but I didn't think I could wrestle him into the car. I kind of wish I had now, but it might not have helped anyway. Now I have to go to the county jail to visit my wayward nephew. He's hopefully going to be getting out soon and entering a treatment program. I hope he can get his head back on straight and resume a life that means something to him.

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