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Shingles

Shingles Shingles, if you have not had it do not wish it On your worst enemy. Two nights of agony I rang My doctor, he lives nearby, arranged to see him (Cheaper that way).... It is good to live in a place where everybody knows your name and I had just met him a few weeks ago at a funeral, made him promise to come to mine. He had laughed and said; even that you have been ill a lot this year you will shake it off and go on living, the way you carry on you can come to mine. I looked at him we had both survived cancer, and he looked in fine health and I thought to survive your doctor is bad manners; people may think he was not up to the job.

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