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About Me

Who am I?

Name: Gabrielle Rosenfeld

Age: 28

Marital Status: Single, but taken

Ethnicity: Other

Height: 5'0

Location: Delaware, US

College: Kent State

Dream Husband: John Travolta

# of doctors: 15

# of organs missing: 3

# of organs missed: 1

# of hospitals I've stayed for at least a week in: 3

# of hospitals I've gotten ringworm from: 1

# of end/colon/pouchoscopies I've received: More than all of you combined!!!!

# of times I go to the bathroom a day: 10-15

# of times I go to the bathroom to just pee: 0

#of dachshunds I spoil/own: 2

Have any other questions about me? Ask them. I will answer anything and everything.



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