|Now hear this, Miss Parka . . . you get well!|
I just heard you are in the hospital. Richard told Gary what's going on.
Gosh . . . you've got everybody worried! What in the h@#! did you eat anyway? I'm sure you are in good hands now but I'm sure all the poking and prodding and blood tests and x-rays aren't any fun.
Tomorrow night Richard will be able to be with you again and I'm sure that will make you cheer up a bit (him too). Meanwhile, you are getting lots of love from Claudia.
Here's a picture of me with my birthday gift. But now I'm more worried about you than my birthday or my gift.
Tell Claudia and Richard to keep us all posted (I'm not on Facebook) on your progress. And remember, Guide Dogs don't get sick leave, so GET BETTER FAST!
Your pal forever,