Fucking back fucking hurts. Hard day, tried to be useful. Some people still discontented.
Ow.
The memory of smoke
Monday, August 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Just a bit of gross
Giving a break on a case just finishing. About to put dressings on a shoulder, and I noticed, and pointed out, a HUGE, pus filled zit that would be under the dressing to the resident and fellow. They are wondering if it was in their sterile field the whole time, while clearing it away with gauze and alcohol.
They managed to keep it out of the dressing, but egads it was massive.
They managed to keep it out of the dressing, but egads it was massive.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Oh, no, everything is perfect then.
Nasty bit of severe weather, microburst winds, weather service warnings and all. Weather readings only on the hour. Local news has nothing, until long after - and that was recorded ten minutes before it hit.
Because news and weather don't ever happen on weekends.
Because news and weather don't ever happen on weekends.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Learn the damn skill, people
What is it about drivers who can't? Drive, park in the lines, stay in a lane, stop at a red, move up far enough at a stop, put their noses out too far into the lane, keep up with traffic, all the fucking basic skills? I mean, someone learning, sure, that takes time. But it's so noticeable these days, is it ALL texting and driving while on the phone?
Really?
Really?
Friday, August 5, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
When is a black cat a Calico? What the fuck?
Saying "I love you" means shit, unless it's followed up by the necessary action. We love Moby, he has a chip, is kept inside, taken to the vet, gets his teeth cleaned and everything else for a good life as much as we are able. A sign up about a lost cat, photo of a black cat, they called him a Calico, very large, friendly. Probably someone picked the cat up, maybe kept him inside, got him chipped while at the vet.
If you confine a creature, you are responsible for it's life and satisfaction therein, and for knowing about that life as much as humanly possible.
If you confine a creature, you are responsible for it's life and satisfaction therein, and for knowing about that life as much as humanly possible.
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