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I got all dressed up tonight. I finally received the last part of my outfit - I'd been waiting for this whole outfit for over a year! I was simply elated to have the complete ensemble, and to be wearing it out to the bar. Picture it: tall black leather boots with straps, long black jacket (commonly mistaken for a jacket with a skirt), and a newly acquired red cummerbund. Making this properly complete was me all done up with make-up.

Picture me now: mostly out of my bar clothes, with eyeliner dribbling down my face. I'm a sobbing mess. I found out some bad - no, terrible - news about a close friend of mine. She has been coughing blood for some time now (much in the tuberculosis manner), and "modern medicine" has not been able to find out why. She refuses to tell her parents, since that would only cause concern with no apparent way to correct anything.

I don't know what to do... the only thing I seem to be able to do is weep for her, and I can't even do that in front of her. Ugh - I'm such a mess. She has such strength, and yet she sees it as such weakness... I should prob'ly mention at this point that she hates weakness, especially in herself.

Of course, the doctors have no idea what's wrong... guesswork in a white coat at its best.

Anyone in the Calgary area know of a good naturopath?
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