Dearest Mom and Dad,
When I came home for my birthday last weekend instead of presenting me with delicious ice cream cake with chocolate crunchies, I got a newspaper article that was titled "Triathlons lead to death"... thank you New Jersey Star Ledger paper for your TIMELY article. Apparently, when people swim in open water with a crowd of crazy athletes, they suddenly collapse. I can sympathize.
You called me and you insisted and you pleaded... And so I saw Dr. Pittman yesterday. She tapped me in all the right places. She pressed her cold stethoscope and prodded appropriately. She quizzed me on my activity. And she wanted to know how many people in my family have died from activity. I told her I might be the first. She didn't think that was funny.
But alas, she gave me the go-ahead and patted me on my poofy hair in a supportive kind of way. I can tell from her eyes-- it was the easiest 20 bucks she ever made (or however much Keystone will give the poor hardworking woman).
So Mom and Dad, the doc says I'm healthy to participate. I might get diseases from swimming in the Schuylkill River-- but that's another medical appointment... One at a time. Besides, I hear they have a cream for that.
Love,
Your Craz(ier) Daughter Di
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