<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24279922</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:51:39.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erienneromaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24279922/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erienneromaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Erienne Romaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616982221272769577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24279922.post-114264854627132310</id><published>2006-03-17T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T18:22:45.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erienne does get cravings including for spanish=speaking opportunities AND scones. WEIRD COMBO, EH? The weirdness can be blaMED ON VaRIOUS legal DRUGS (MORPHINE,percocet and head injuries, I apologize... oh and thank you to EVRYONE who comments and visits y'all are a geat bunch how I love thee! I'm still hungry and still eager to see people. Don't ever give up on me...I'm never going to give up on life. It's a fun time, even here. There are lots of smart people here. They answer my questions and keep me company...all the doctors and nurses. They deserve presents on behalf of me. There's one doctor, Dr. Day, who I was able to hit with a reflex hammer the other day. He's tolerant and has a good sense of humor. YOu can't take everything too seriously when you're a neuro surgeon I presume. His first name is JD, but I'm not sure what it stands for. There was a kid in 5th grade named JD but Dr. Day is way cooler than that. I'd like to say thank you to my mom for finishing typing this for me. SHe's a great lady. She helps me with everything and always has, from talking to getting wash cloths for my head. My sister is also awesome. Get this, she wrote down all 43 items in the vending maching for me because I said I was hungry. She could be a nurse. I miss being able to be mobile enough to wrestle with her. We used to do that. I think I used to win, but probably becasue I'm bigger. Is that fair? I'm also extremely ticklish, FYI, so much so that when I went in for a physical a couple of weeks ago, she couldn't finish the exam because I was laughing so hard. My dad is awesome. I miss him because he's playing a clan o jazz gig right now. He's so funny. He's been entertaining me with yo-yo tricks. My family is so great. Their good traits heavily outweigh anything that could be perceived as an issue. All of this information is useless to you, but I feel like rambling from this plastic hosptial bed. This is a rambling-inducing environment. The doctors ramble too, but their ramblings can dictate life or death. It's funny how everyone listens to me from the hospital. Do you actually want to read what I have to say? Okay, I'm done. Thank you so much for the prayers. You may not realize it, but especially when there are that many, I can really feel it... like invisible safety belts and air bags (except that they don't hurt you when they inflate.) I think dinner's here now.Love to all, Erienne&lt;br /&gt;PS Thank you to my Grammie too - she sticks around when my parents have to take a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24279922-114264854627132310?l=erienneromaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erienneromaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114264854627132310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24279922&amp;postID=114264854627132310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24279922/posts/default/114264854627132310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24279922/posts/default/114264854627132310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erienneromaine.blogspot.com/2006/03/erienne-does-get-cravings-including_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Erienne Romaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616982221272769577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24279922.post-114264624650067494</id><published>2006-03-17T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T04:45:34.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erienne does get cravings including for spanish=speaking opportunities AND scones. WEIRD COMBO, EH? The weirdness can be blaMED ON VaRIOUS legal DRUGS (MORPHINE,percocet and head injuries, I apologize... oh and thank you to EVRYONE who comments and visits y'all are a geat bunch how I love thee! I'm still hungry and still eager to see people. Don't ever give up on me...I'm never going to give up on life. It's a fun time, even here. There are lots of smart people here. They answer my questions and keep me company...all the doctors and nurses. They deserve presents on behalf of me. There's one doctor, Dr. Day, who I was able to hit with a reflex hammer the other day. He's tolerant and has a good sense of humor. YOu can't take everything too seriously when you're a neuro surgeon I presume. His first name is JD, but I'm not sure what it stands for. There was a kid in 5th grade named JD but Dr. Day is way cooler than that. I'd like to say thank you to my mom for finishing typing this for me. SHe's a great lady. She helps me with everything and always has, from talking to getting wash cloths for my head. My sister is also awesome. Get this, she wrote down all 43 items in the vending maching for me because I said I was hungry. She could be a nurse. I miss being able to be mobile enough to wrestle with her. We used to do that. I think I used to win, but probably becasue I'm bigger. Is that fair? I'm also extremely ticklish, FYI, so much so that when I went in for a physical a couple of weeks ago, she couldn't finish the exam because I was laughing so hard. My dad is awesome. I miss him because he's playing a clan o jazz gig right now. He's so funny. He's been entertaining me with yo-yo tricks. My family is so great. Their good traits heavily outweigh anything that could be perceived as an issue. All of this information is useless to you, but I feel like rambling from this plastic hosptial bed. This is a rambling-inducing environment. The doctors ramble too, but their ramblings can dictate life or death. It's funny how everyone listens to me from the hospital. Do you actually want to read what I have to say? Okay, I'm done. Thank you so much for the prayers. You may not realize it, but especially when there are that many, I can really feel it... like invisible safety belts and air bags (except that they don't hurt you when they inflate.) I think dinner's here now.&lt;br /&gt;Love to all, Erienne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Thank you to my Grammie too - she sticks around when my parents have to take a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24279922-114264624650067494?l=erienneromaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://erienneromaine.blogspot.com/feeds/114264624650067494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24279922&amp;postID=114264624650067494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24279922/posts/default/114264624650067494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24279922/posts/default/114264624650067494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://erienneromaine.blogspot.com/2006/03/erienne-does-get-cravings-including.html' title=''/><author><name>Erienne Romaine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03616982221272769577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
