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For the first time in a few months, I went to a poker game last night. Because S had a previous engagement, she wasn’t able to make it, so I went by myself. I knew most of the people going, including the hosts, O and S and the always fun C & T.

I got there shortly after 7 and was surprised to see a sign warning of the use of an Oxygen tank in the unit. Is this the right door? I thought wondering if I’d taken the wrong turn at the elevator. I double checked the note I’d written on my blackberry and it confirmed I was at the right door. I knocked and was greeted by O. Upon making my way further into the loft, I saw reams of white clear tubing running along the floor and leading up to S’s face. She had the oxygen tubing under her nose.

S had recently been very ill in the hospital with what I thought was pneumonia. As C told me later on in the evening, S had something much worse than pneumonia. As a result she suffered a great deal of damage to her lungs. S was in good spirits though, such that she won the game.

I met two new people last night, a hetero couple G and D. D, the female, was kind of ditzy and G reminded me of my brother. Other than that, they didn’t stand out to me.

While waiting for everyone else to arrive, I learned that B, a complete poker rookie won last month’s game. Her streak continued as she eliminated a few of us last night. I think I came in sixth. I thought I’d made some good plays, but was always beat by B’s good luck and good hands.

As always, C was very funny and charming. She’s looking good, has lost a fair bit of weight. Unfortunately for her, the weight loss has come as a result of not being able to swallow. The poor gal’s been stuck eating soups and other soft foods because that’s the only thing that she can bear to swallow. T was quite shiny with her new blingy jacket. It was no surprise when T finished in the top three.

While we had a fair bit of laughs, the funniest part of the night had to have been when C told us about making her own buttermilk, on the recommendation of a co-worker. Said co-worker believes that this home made concoction will help with C’s digestive problems. “Would you drink it?” C asked me. “No,” I quickly replied. O, who knew what C was referring to, let her know that something similar is available for purchase at Sobey’s. I think C was going to throw out the home brew and buy some of the legitimate stuff from the store.

I hope C does throw out her home made concoction. By the sounds of it, it’ll likely turn into a gremlin and quickly spread throughout the city.