Prayers and good thoughts please

On Sun, 21 Aug 2005 10:48:35 -0500, Dreamweaver wrote
(in article ):

Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but not
feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you can
send my way.
Thanks.


((((HUGS))))

You've got 'em.

--
Mary
http://community.webshots.com/user/mardor1948

"Dreamweaver" wrote in message
...
: Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but
not
: feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you
can
: send my way.
: Thanks.
: --
: Dreamweaver -
:
: "What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
: of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across
: the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
: -- Crowfoot, April 1890
:
:
:

Prayers and speedy recovery thoughts. Those darn meds do make a mess of the
system sometimes. Shucks.
Jeanbaby

Prayers and good thought on the way from Tucson.

--
Carolyn in The Old Pueblo

If it ain't broke, you aren't trying. --Red Green
If it ain't broke, it ain't mine. --Carolyn McCarty

If at first you don't succeed, switch to power tools --Red Green
If at first you don't succeed, get a bigger hammer. --Carolyn McCarty

"Dreamweaver" wrote in message
...
Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but
not
feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you
can
send my way.
Thanks.
--
Dreamweaver -

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
-- Crowfoot, April 1890

On their way!!!

--
Donna in NE La.
"Dreamweaver" wrote in message
...
Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but
not
feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you
can
send my way.
Thanks.
--
Dreamweaver -

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
-- Crowfoot, April 1890

You got um' Dreamweaver.........feel better soon.

Mary

http://community.webshots.com/user/moondancewa
CHOCOLATE DOESN'T MAKE THE WORLD GO AROUND. BUT IT CERTAINLY MAKES THE
TRIP WORTHWHILE.

{{{{{{{{hugs}}}}}}} and positive thoughts heading across the water.
--
Sewingsue in Scotland
http://uk.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/cra...olar/my_photos

"Dreamweaver" wrote in message
...
Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but
not
feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you
can
send my way.
Thanks.
--
Dreamweaver -

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
-- Crowfoot, April 1890

Good thoughts headed out to you! Please take care

--
Sharon from Melbourne Australia (Queen of Down Under)
http://www.geocities.com/shazrules/craft.html (takes a while to load)
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/shazrules/my_photos (same as website but
quicker)

"Dreamweaver" wrote in message
...
Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but
not
feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you
can
send my way.
Thanks.
--
Dreamweaver -

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
-- Crowfoot, April 1890

Prayers said, Dreamweaver. Hope you are back to feeling
good soon.

Special hugs,

Donna
in WA


Spent yesterday in the ER for bad reaction to meds. Slept all night but
not
feeling the greatest yet this morning. Appreciate all the goodness you
can
send my way.
Thanks.
--
Dreamweaver -

"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath
of a buffalo in the winter time. It is the little shadow which runs across
the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
-- Crowfoot, April 1890