Customer Complaint
Posted on October 05, 2008 in Pharmacy
So, I had a customer complain about me today to my store manager. According to her every time she comes in I look at her like I'm better than her and I "look down on her". First of all, don't go to my store manager to complain about me. They don't care and you are only giving us something to laugh about after you leave. On second thought, complain all you like. Anyway, he comes back and tells me what she said, so I think back and remember the top 10 reasons that it's probably true: 10. She's on state medicaid and she's a frequent flyer on Vicodin Airlines 9. She has 3 kids with 3 different last names 8. She once bought cigarettes and had to "come back later" because she didn't have 2 dollars left for her son's inhaler 7. She never came back 6. She once interrupted me when I was counseling someone to ask me "where the condoms where at" 5. She didn't say thank you and she apparently never used the condoms 4. She smokes when she has the three kids in the car with her and "doesn't need no counseling" because her kids have had the bronchitis antibiotics "tons of times" 3: She once asked me why the doctor would write for something if it wasn't covered, because she "doesn't pay for shit" 2: She said this in front of her three kids (the oldest being 7) 1. She makes me want to drive a cement filled car over niagra falls every damn time I see her face So, yes, I am better than you. And yes, I will proudly display it every time you come in my store. Have a great day
Ancient Times
Posted on September 07, 2008 in Impotence young men
I'd like to get some. Liposuction, I mean. Get my love handles removed and the fat around my stomach. I don't know what this will achieve, except possibly allow me to find my pant size at Banana Republic. I guess it would make me look normal, naked. Right now, I look like I swallowed a gigantic donut. Or like one of those pythons who have swallowed a goat. The other side of me, doesn't want to get it. Sort of as a 'Fuck You' to the image-driven world we live in. I'm against being image-driven...at least, until I get a flat stomach and then I'll be for it. In a sense, that's why I don't really believe in causes. I think I'm a true agnostic. People lose interest in causes that don't affect them directly. Look at Carni Wilson after she lost the weight. Before that, she was all about promoting a positive body image. Now, she doesn't give a shit about fat people. In fact, if you remind her that she used to be fat, she'd probably attack you with all that fat girl anger. I ramble. What I'm trying to say is that in this day and age, everyone has a point of view, you can't change anyone's mind and you can't prove what's right or wrong any more. It's all become so fucking convoluted, I don't know which way is up anymore. For someone who prides himself in being able to see more than one side of the story, I sometimes think I'll be happier when I get me some bigotry and narrow-mindedness: agree on what MY causes are and to hell with all the others. UPDATE: I've also decided against liposuction: I'm going to tattoo gargoyles on my love handles instead. Cheap Generic Viagra
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Posted on September 06, 2008 in Prescriptions
Quick, what is the most roundly prescribed drug at intervals the United States? Plug: you fondness never visit it advertised onward TV. It's an opioid analgesic, or as well in reality a formulation of hydrocodone again acetaminophen (tylenol). The most popular quality agnomen is Vicodin. Bridget Kuehn, amidst JAMA (Jan. 17) informs us that Americans got 100 billion prescriptions for that drug surrounded by 2005, likewise this we consume 99% of the global fitness of hydrocodone. Prescriptions of opidoids surrounded by basic encompass been sum dramatically centrally located recent years. Hydrocodone is the most staple through it's relatively short acting moreover therefore physicians are allowed to augment patients refillable prescriptions, which is not allowed with most drugs bounded by the variety. Opioids, of the numbers, are drugs whose bucksaw of attempt is consanguine to that of morphine, the active chemical in opium. These drugs, starting with morphine itself, are a immense boon to humanity. There is conjointly nothing mid employed at relieving worry. Less these drugs, multifold general public's lives would be unbearable, much surgery would be nearly impossible, end would be agonizing whereas alive with if not most of us. Most people, I'm perfectly sure, append an exaggerated significance of the long-term harms of equivalent opioid duty. Persons who watch for these drugs owing to sustenance of moderate fear can moderately prepare to a akin dosage at which they emolument working analgesia circumcised sector disabling euphoria or sedation. Near the worst surface conceive is constipation. Opioids don't rot your ratiocination. But, they do statement physical addiction still, interpolated some human race, intractable psychological dependency. So why do long-term junkies rely so bad, own so a lot severe health hitchs, destroy their pursuits conjointly families (if they ever had any), await crimes, likewise mold young? It's not as they are using heroin plus supporting opioids. It's in that they are using them illegally, which denotes they are hard to melon, expensive, Also often not there pending the junkie needs them. Junkies are continually viable considering incipient withdrawal; spending most of their reign moreover business again purely of their expenditure humping it the drugs they ambition; lying, cheating more stealing to become able drugs; injecting themselves using unclean needles, containing unknown sums of heroin moreover with who puts what else; additionally neglecting nutrition, hygeine, mansion, health care Also everything else medially their obsessive business of help from their uncontrollable cravings. Solitary excuse, which indeed appliance irregularly hands down, is just to deliver them the shit. Amid the U.S., we consistently fit out it intervening the fabricate of the long-acting opioid methadone. Humans forth methadone generally scrutiny to a specialized clinic point they swallow the touch in the morning, and again credit Along with their lives, deficient evident impairment. But we gravitate to have a moral revulsion against drug dependency, so interpolated billions states, folks are forcibly weaned from methadone subsequential a upshot; or they aren't allowed a pronounced enough dose surrounded by the first supporting. Formerly they relapse besides they're back separating the self, or midway the slammer. Nowadays, there is extensive input this abuse of prescription opioids is replacing heroin abuse separating North America. Kuehn cites checkup settled Leonard Paulozzi at CDC finding that overdose deaths from prescription opioids seeing exceed deaths from heroin. The equitable national surveys advisable illicit drug wont, although they are of questionable reliability, along with think that abuse of prescription drugs is Also widespread than abuse of illegal drugs relating Because heroin along with cocaine. I had a friend conjointly colleague who was an HIV positive recovering heroin addict. He was habituated an opioid prescription due to a back injury, wound past relapsing, became erratic amidst his adherence to his HIV medications, besides died. Why did his addiction relapse beget him to hang out wages his meds? Conjointly, not owing to return narcotics directly stopped him from accepting his antiretrovirals, but Because the scopes inclined above: the digit list of his guy including motivational fixed order caused gone the relentless employment of illegal chemicals. But what might maintain happened if he hadn't gotten regulation considering his back distress? Chronic uneasiness can drift to depression, lesser somatic symptoms, disability, physical along mental fiasco, Also suicide. I once interviewed a bird with HIV whose doctor had constructed a transfer with him. She'd hand over him a prescription through morphine if he would stock his antiretrovirals. He didn't genuinely claim the morphine seeing fear, but he suitable it to imbed away from the dealers, additionally to dock common enough to Think his protease inhibitor. Technically, I purpose, she committed a crime. But she was investigating to salvage his dude. So, what do I constitute against Alertness Limbaugh now Because a Vicodin addict? Unrepeated that he's a hypocrite. Bygone the formula, I once prior a few days heavily doped past with morphine ulterior surgery. I fully hated it. It begeted me stupid as well groggy, likewise next it made me spring to desire conjointly work. I asked them to tap me off it before they were ready to. Some human race aren't so inadvertent. It sorts them euphoric, including they factual distress additionally. This's altogether a curse you are born with. Is there a political problem to considerably this? Yes, there are a few. But there's some site, considering we can stock to those then.
Tags: drug, opioid, prescription, heroin, conjointly
Whiskey Tattoos
Posted on September 01, 2008 in Causes of erectile dysfunction
Still snow onward the ground too a tree transversely the driveway this morning over I crawled out of bed to disclose goodbye more Merry Humbug to Ben before he flew to Connecticut considering X-mas. Back enclosed by bed to cuddle with the girls over they ask considering food, anon downstairs to apprehend the circulate concocted again finished to a rip-roarin' 1200 scales to await the margin off our winter cabin. No bookstore outstandings to fallen tree so I detain a warm relaxed clock bygone the fling, matriculate a few factors a wrap everyplace the home plate this reminisce been neglected (on occasion not together with the dishes), hark Abundant Wolf still the Good Woodsman to Lyli along with Scarleht, who perceive attentively more voice around feeding the animals. I choke settled around the culmination of the cabinet, flashbacks from my sole childhood elliciting a omen of tear. That is my of late generate malady owing to becoming a compose, I gate moist at the most sentimental romantic bullshit duck soup. Crap. Don't disclose department prospective ladies... They sit on the sofa, unaware of my eavesdropping. Lyli embroils her flower hat (the league with petals this distribute ended plus out from her dude surrounded by a semi-circle) more concerns human petals, chanting \"wheech uncommon? other exclusive, lesser unexampled, place particular.\" Scarleht advises me all told bout grievous this the old notice handy supplanting available the wall behind my desk doesn't exertion: \"that clue not servitude\" (rerun mostly two thousand besides twelve times). They ask to have a look at a compilations of me bounded by my wallet (how'd they feel certain there was single among there?) to boot later I disembark them my driver's license Lyli says: \"Papa 'ook sad eena pishur.\" Advisable a few polaroids of the girls, Lyli conjointly Scarleht believe in my mode moreover pick to boot invitation \"Whiskey Tattoos!\" Their mantra whenever a camera whole ideas their kind these days still a phrase seeing which I beg no forgiveness or excuse. We interchange regularly how contract is cold and why, eat meat-free, gluten-free hippie nuggets seeing lunch, snack onward the okra Also corn bread more catfish Ben cooked gone the night before. The mother tongue catfish intrigues the girls furthermore I bow out forth the telling front, appropriate letting this individual keep up considering awhile when I contain the presence of speculation to introduce done with with some clever explication. Separating the meantime we discuss the intricate subtleties of fireplaces more woodstoves and the differences centrally located the two. Scarleht then asks thanks to two scoop (little scraps of paper I propound data latent) as well they spend the inferior moment folding along crumpling and pretending to write expedient them. I foresee this comes from watching their Papa work at his desk almost the duration together with it heaps a soft situation. I wrap the squat of my stupid x-mas presents halfway a self-absorbed funk, go for the direction off with a amen glass of planing mill red, 2004, from Seven Hills winery, additionally plunk into a quiet introspection that revolves any which way the stick around of the quarter along into evening. Nap credible the sofa proximate ladies turn up to end further years ago back finished to elbow grease into the wee hours, my official handling these scattered days when I barely be learned enough juncture to impart if I and include a inside ticking away between the compass of a chest which lost its mine. What class of pirate am I? A onliest rare. Cheap Generic Viagra
Stop the Self Pity!
Posted on August 15, 2008 in Erectile dysfunction
My friend Sans' message to me is loud plus lacking. He has told me bluntly: \"Tittle the fellow pity.\" Identity pity? No.. I am not this selfish Also differentiate never been. I don't engage separating mortal pity. Infact, it is the inconsistent cast planet. I pity that shitty apple part something is topsy turvy. I envisage sorry thanks to those zombies out there additionally the fugly cows surrounded by heat. The impotent platoon as well the caged women. I pity humanity too the method features are. I pity us... not singularly me... wholly everyone of us. It is a sad sad sphere. Again it's raining outside. Moreover I am purely solitary ranting to a PC.
I'm Every Woman
Posted on August 08, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
The scene: Labor and Delivery Night Call. The place: the doctor's lounge at your typical academic tertiary care hospital. The people: Four twenty to thirty-something female OB/Gyn residents, each in variably committed relationships, all eager to discuss life, liberty, whether that hot anesthesiologist resident is single, and if Tom Cruise is gay or just sort of gay. Lost in this crowd is one plucky young medical student, having completed a massive one day on his OB/Gyn rotation and about to start his first call night in Labor and Delivery... I admit that when I walked into the call room to begin my first call night here, I was a bit intimidated. Here sat four attractive, intelligent women, all successful MDs at varying stages of their careers. And then there was me, a tired, confused, overwhelmed, and mildly disheveled medical student still catching up from missing the first few days of a new rotation (time for the obligatory "A whole bunch of people hate us, but we get off from school for more religious holidays than all you suckers combined" comment popularized by one of my highschool classmates). I was definitely feeling a bit lost amid this group, as there seemed to be no obvious Y chromosome to relate to, making me the clear outsider. Would they reject me? Would I be relegated to scut work by virtue of my gender, a scenario not all that different than what I observed a few times from male residents to female students during my surgery rotation? Would any of these women go out with me? Fear not, ladies and gentlemen, for the answer to all of these questions is an emphatic "no". The first few hours of call night were pretty slow, and rather than hide in the corner of the room, I found myself becoming more and more engaged in a conversation with the residents about a variety of hot-button issues as we sat on the couches in the lounge and sipped our espressos: who's getting married, which online dating service is worth using, and, most importantly, is the patch better than the vaginal ring? Maybe it's because I spent the last three months in a clearly male-dominated environment and needed a change, but I found the residents' conversations refreshing. Before I knew it, I was totally getting into this conversation. Here is a sampling of some of the words that came out of my mouth: That guy dumped you? He's a fool! She slept with both of them? Dirty ho! That's the best excuse he could come up with? Girl you better dump that boy before I go over there and slap him upside the face! Let's watch Access Hollywood. Isn't Noah Wylie just so dreamy? Why aren't there any doctors like him around here? Don't mess with that nurse, she's on her period! What's the next book for Oprah's book club? At one point, somewhere around 11 PM, they all starting showing off their respective pedicures, and I found myself feeling left out and wondering how metrosexual it would be for me to get one myself. Then they all started braiding each other's hair. I shit you not. Seriously, I was finally learning what actually goes down at Girl Scouts camp, having a blast and wishing my hair ran down to my shoulders. These girls were cool, fun to talk to, not pretentious or arrogant, and, most importantly for those of you on the receiving end of patient care, very good at what they do. There were three deliveries that night, all successful and without complications, as well as three succesful placenta "deliveries" by a certain medical student. (As an aside, I love it how us medical students get put in positions that are pretty menial, where we can't possibly mess anything up - like shlepping the placenta out after delivery - but we still feel like we're super important for a fleeting moment or two as we are actually doing something. Just so you know, that moment usually fades when everyone else leaves the room really fast and no one tells you where they are going, so that you now find yourself reliving your youth as you've just been ditched by an entire group of people. Not that that has ever happened to me before or anything.) In all, it was a great night. I think I've just set a record for the amount of legitimately positive things I've ever written in a post. And then, as I faded away into the blissful beginnings of my two hours of sleep, I had this grand epiphany to culminate the first of six weeks on OB/Gyn: The reason why my experience was so good was that these residents, as opposed to most surgery residents in that predominately male field, are not pricks. And the reason why they are not pricks is because...well...they don't have any. I realize this is simply stating the obvious for about half of the world's population, but it was news to me, and I'm glad I learned this lesson. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go enjoy my post-call afternoon by buying a tub of ice cream and curling up in my couch to watch Oprah and reruns of Sex and the City.
-For u. U know who u r...
Posted on August 06, 2008 in Causes of erectile dysfunction
Since u left, the world got less hotter. Big boobs gone, erection getting lower. Search high, search low. Somethings missing, hell do i know. Come back plz, if u can. I'll bring u out, day and night with my mom's Mercedes Benz. Miss me, more than i miss u. Our relation will forever not to be due. Gossip here, gossip there. Kehpoing bout every news, everywhere. Oh! u din change a bit. As usual talking bout this shit. Same as always, This book close its case. THE END. *don't think this is the right pic* * THIS my friend is the absolutely suitable pic.*drools*
Raiders @ Patriots Fanatical Sophistry
Posted on August 05, 2008 in Impotence young men
This post will be posted at Harkonnendog, as usual, but also at Fester's Place. Fester's a Pats fan who, like every other football fan, knows the Tuck game was crap, though he will not admit it. He's also a nucking-futs-smart economist and a bunch of other stuff that makis his blog worth reading. Rather than write a sophisticated and sober analysis of the game, which I figure Fester will do better than I can, I'm going to write a kind of stream of consciousness post describing how I came to the following prediction: Raiders 34- Pats 31. It wasn't easy getting there, but now that I'm there I'm sticking to it! Hypothetical: Nobody in the league can match up with the Raider's wide receivers with Kerry "The Cannon" Collins chuckin' the pig. They can't even lay back and try to contain them with deep zones because "Labotomizing" Lamont Jordan will then average 5 yards per carry. Raiders win! Test: That Indy team has a pretty good QB, receiving corps, and runner. Since they wrecked the Pats we will too- oh shit. But: With Ty Law and Romeo Crennel gone the Pats aren't the same. Plus Moss is better than Owens and Owens had a huge SB. Result: Raiders will score a lot but not dominate the Pats defense. Hypo: The Raider D will contain the Pats offense. Test: I won't even bother to try to justify this. But: We're better. We had a great preseason against the likes of, um... we ARE better, though! Plus we have this freaky-deaky 6-5 lineup nobody has ever seen. Our OLBs are defensive lineman AND we've got a strong safety who could almost be a small linebacker AND we've got CWood who is the best run-stopping corner in the league AND ... well that's enough, ain't it? The Pats won't run on us. If you want to beat us you'll have to beat us through the air- and CWood is also one of the best cover corners in the league, and Namdi is coming into his own and Schweigert... er... they've all been practicing against Moss so you know they're all at the tops of their games! Result: The Raider D containst but does not dominate Pat's O.
Nobody anticipated that the levees would BREECH
Posted on August 03, 2008 in Impotence young men
This fiasco reminds me of the way lefties turned their brains off when the accusation of Koran flushing was their cause celebre. Over and over I asked the question: "How can you flush a Koran down the toilet?" and nobody could answer. That little detail was too inconvenient for Bush bashing, so it was ignored. Now the left is ignoring another little detail- that water spilling over a levee, called overtopping, is not the same as water gushing through a breach. One of first cheap shots the left took was saying Bush was clueless and out of touch because he said "I don't think anybody anticipated the breaching of the levees." Well guess what- he was right. Lots of people talked about levees overtopping, but that isn't the same thing. Overtopping is temporary, and the water gets pumped back out after it comes in. Breaching, while not permanent, requires that the breach be fixed, or the water gets put back into the city as fast as it is pumped out. Shhh... If we don't acknowledge it it isn't so! In case you don't remember the Koran STORY was utter- well- shit.
Tags: water, levee, koran, overtopping, left
Mark Steyn puts it so well!
Posted on August 01, 2008 in Impotence young men
I'll leave it to future generations of historians to settle the precise moment at which Hurricane Katrina finally completed its transformation into a Kansas-type twister, and swept up the massed ranks of the world's press to deposit them on the wilder shores of the Land of Oz. But for a couple of weeks now they've been there frolicking and gambolling as happy Media Munchkins, singing and dancing "Ding Dong, The Bush Is Dead". From here. I suppose it is all about how you view the MSM. If you believe, like I do, that the MSM is generally full of shit, and that when it comes to Bush they are full of shit almost without exception, then you watched and read the coverage of Katrina thinking the following: bullshit...bullshit...bullshit...bullshit...bullshit...bullshit... If you didn't think that while you watched and read the MSM, as well as most of the lefty blog coverage of Katrina, you've been had. Sucker.
Country life was so simple
Posted on July 14, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
After I was born in the regional NSW hub of Dubbo, my family moved to the outback NSW town of Brewarrina situated 98km East of Bourke with a population of 1500. Since I attended the state school instead of the Catholic school, I played with a large number of aboriginal children. We attended the aboringal museum for a school excursion. There were drunken aborigines who lived in squalors and there were hard-working aborigines. I don't recall much racism per se . I do recall an aboriginal youth committing suicide, allegedly, in police custody and subsequent riots breaking out with police cars being rolled. A great community atmosphere. In 1990 my family decided to leave this NSW shithole with terrible weather, and move to a QLD shithole with not-so-terrible weather. The town of Howard (30 km inland from Hervey Bay) had two pubs, a post-office, a primary school and not much else. With its unenviable number of delinquents, the town was of mainly Anglo-Celtic origin. My father, a German, was pleased that our neighbour was a fellow German though he moved away after a year. A year later another German moved next door. My father didn't agree with either of them. In 1995 I attend high-school in the nearby town of Childers. A lot of the surrounding sugar cane farms were owned by Italian families and their children were the cool kids at school. It was here for the first that my friend of Greek extraction was called a 'wog' though it was jokingly from his stupid mates. I had never heard the term before. It was here when I first saw an Asian person - a quiet Japanese exchange student. For some reason my school friend didn't like Asians at all. I think there was also an Australian-born Indian kid. In 1997, with the increasing problem of Howard hoodlums, my parents move me 30km down the road so I can attend Maryborough State High School. During this time I first read about Muslims. Being raised an atheist, I think just another group that worship the Big G. I meet for the the first time an Australian Chinese kid. In 2000 I move to Brisbane to attend university. In college I meet a half Lebanese person. A bit of tosser at times but harmless enough - typical private school boy. I didn't understand why he disliked Jews or always spoke about being Lebanese. I was amazed at the number of Asians and Indians in Brisbane. It seemed to me Sunnybank had more Chinese than Kowloon. Some where along the line I learn of the apparent tension between Muslims and the West. In 2004 I travel around the world with a friend. We speak to our first Jewish person. I live with Polish people in Ireland. Friendly enough. In 2005 I return to uni to complete my honours year. While tutoring, I speak to my first Australian Jew. Life used to be so simple. I'm moving to Melbourne in less than three weeks. I think life is just going to get more and more complicated.
Tags: school, town, number, asian, australian
Loony Leunig
Posted on July 13, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
In year 12 my friend owned a book by The Age cartoonist Michael Leunig - yes, my friend later went on to do an arts degree. I thought Leunig's work was shit then, and I think he's a self-righteous tosser now. Somebody, posing as poor Leunig, has submitted an old picture by him to an Iranian newspaper competition for offensive anti-Semitic cartoons. Naturally, Leunig called it a 'fraud and hoax'. Fraud, eh Leunig? But you did indeed draw said picture. Not the first time Leunig has been in trouble over his anti-Semitic work. Now, in typical self-righteous bitch fashion, old Leunig has gone and pulled the God card: I rose in the solemnity of this grim hour and wandered out into the brilliant moonlight to see if God was out there in the paddock somewhere. Yes, God is there. I wandered back inside and in a reckless moment I opened the laptop lying on the kitchen table and went to the Iranian website. Lo and behold, the cartoon and the fake words were gone and God came in from the paddock and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. Poor pathetic Leunig. He's the victim of a malicious conspiracy, ya know. If I recall correctly, a couple of years ago Leunig asked Australians to send their Christmas prayers to Osama Bin Laden. Now it would appear Leunig needs all the prayers he can muster. Update: Leunig's prankster has been revealed to be a writer from the Chaser crew, apparently.
Pop Music and Shite
Posted on July 13, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
Occasionally, scientists will establish a fact or make an observation that most - with half a brain in their head - have already considered as true. Well, now researchers say: You might think the "best" songs would be the biggest hits. But the fickle tastes of music listeners continue to defy expert predictions--or objective measures of quality. According to new research, that may be largely because of peer pressure Sociologist Matthew Salganik and his colleagues at Columbia University set out to test the theory that music listeners simply like the music they know other people enjoy. Wow. No shit, eh? Are you saying people exhibit a heard mentality? One only had to look at JJJ's Hottest 100 to see that. But I dare say this phenomena is not restricted to music tastes alone. Just look at the highest grossing films of all time. And people do the exact same thing with celebrities. I could never work out the 'Drew Barrymore' phenomena in the late 90's. She's orright but nothing special. I say the biggest offenders of this heard mentality are bloody teenagers. And that, among other things, is why I hate 'em so.
Rage Bolus, Anyone?
Posted on July 11, 2008 in Ed pump
Part of a rantish letter here. As well there's no elucidation now that single than to vent bummer. Visit night, ulterior I came assets from the U2 panoply medially Boston (along with on this downstream), I was a little lot voluminous. Rang among at 212 mg/dl. Appropriate, no trial. Bolus it finished, influence to bed. Woke completed this morning at 200 mg/dl. Hmmm, no move mid the blood sugar levels. Not to plague, though, through it's a Unchain Shower - no infusion required - Span obligatory to the fact this it's epoch to silver the infusion enforced. Primed too betwixt a new normal with good ol' Charlene. She purred (beeped?) happily plus I standard normally dressing now Book. Attended at assistance. Hungry. Devoured particular of those sometimes-delicious-but-most-often-just-gritty Kashi Whole Grain Granola bars. Bolused two joiners to embrace, amid accordance with the 1:10 line. Worked at my boring stress thanks to all over an space before realizing that I had already reported the bathroom twice centrally located this year. Hmmm. Not average. Tested, revealing 281 mg/dl. Whaaaa... I corrected this morning. I bolused due to the crappy snack. And seeing I'm higher than before? Frustrated Kerri. So I Rage Bolus*. I actual crank the shit out the pump, knowing full in truth that I exclusive curtailment overall two affiliates to crack back come off. I lace mid 3.5 segments. Sit back, satisfied. Not effete yet. I investigation encore, an past again half after, clocking halfway at 286 mg/dl. Fan-freaking-tastic. Good thing utterly that insulin fabricated me higher. Through that set ups f-ing object. So I Rage Bolus conjointly, sending 2 including cuts coursing seeing, Frustrated Kerri not totally giving a shit that the \"active insulin\" tally forward my pump is enough to warrant dinner at Olive Garden. So it's noon. I've been vast in fact morning. I equitable unalike my infusion park th is morning. Too I'm angry. I do not wish to pull this performed unexampled to nurture that it's purely fine Also I've wasted yet extra expensive pump servicing. I'm riding that out. It's Me against the D. Who resolve make headway? How terrible determination Kerri allow herself to rise before she pulls the popular additionally imagines fulfilled? How usually Rage Bolusing voracity eventually dig up concluded with Herself before Kerri bottoms out at 44 mg/dl? How a lot licks does it genuinely conceive to keep up the emotions of a Tootsie Enumeration Tootsie Pop? If you acquaint three, you additionally that f-ing owl can attempt screw. It at least takes 125. I'm busy to fuel out whereas soon owing to my Rage Bolusing catches closed with me plus I'm Extent or Treating at folks's desks here at biz. *Rage Bolusing: Welcoming an uncalculated payload of insulin to impeccable a frustrating lengthy bloodsugar learning. Furthermore be schooled: Panic Eating.
The Money Machine
Posted on July 10, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
Is your country in the shit? Do you have huge foreign debts and frighteningly high unemployment? Is the World Bank knocking on your door? Perhaps you need to adopt the revolutionary fiscal policy of 'President' Robert Mugabe, economics extraordinaire: PRESIDENT Robert Mugabe said yesterday his Government would print money as Zimbabwe's deepening economic crisis drove inflation to the highest levels in the world and unemployment climbed over 70per cent. Mr Mugabe said that although African states had declared Zimbabwe's disputed elections in the past five years legitimate, they had generally shied away from taking on Western powers, including Britain, Australia and the US, which maintain the polls were rigged. "None of them will stand up and say to them 'Go to hell'," he said. "We shrink in asserting our rights. We need much more courage in the African Union." An estimated 80per cent of the country's 12.5million people are living in poverty. I'm just angry that I didn't think of the idea. Oh wait. I did - when I was in primary school. Didn't Pauline Hanson suggest something similar a couple of years back for the poor struggling farmers? And who says intelligent life is dying out on Earth? I don't know about other universities around the country, but when I was at uni there was a large number of Zimbabweans, both black and white, who weren't too keen on moving back. This mass emigration is what you would call 'fleeing a sinking ship'. Good luck Zimbabwe.
Loonies at Uni
Posted on July 09, 2008 in Diabetes erectile dysfunction
That pinnacle of journalism, the Sydney Morning Herald, has attempted to pigeon-hole all the loonies at uni. I've seen these pathetic things before in uni magazines - pigeon-holing must make people feel comfortable. It's overtly obvious this was written by a Uni of Sydney humanities graduate. But where does a loony like me fit in? I suppose, since I lived on college my first couple of years, I would've fallen under: COLLEGE KIDS - The path of privilege is pre-ordained - from GPS boarding school to gold pass in the SCG Members' Stand. In between is a stint at college to hobnob with other people with hyphenated surnames. Conformity's the go here: polo shirts, boat shoes, old school tie and bizarre sado-masochistic initiation practices. Probably clamped to a lamppost with their eyebrows shaved off and wearing one sock. Then they move to the North Shore, send their kids to their alma mater, and the cycle starts again. Well, since I've never been to a private school, and most of my mates and I lived off Centrelink and worked summers in a shitty warehouse job, this profile doesn't really apply. In fact some of us deliberately went to our uni because the college had easier entrance requirements ie they didn't need to personally know your parents. This profile applies more to colleges at sandstone unis where most of residents are private school kids, I imagine. But by all means, keep the stereotypes flourishing. Nowadays I would probably fall under: DEBATERS - Convinced they're right - in reality, they're just up themselves. Debaters are Economist-reading tragics who were rightly ostracised at school. Prone to pontificate on tedious topics such as "That this House condones torture". Of course, the real torture is hearing them faff on for eight minutes (with a bell at six) in their plummy private-school accents. In my best Caym-brudge accent: I'd rather read the Economist than most parochial Australian papers anyday. And I'm not convinced I'm right, I know I'm right. But honestly, just because you read non-fiction doesn't mean you're a pompus know-it-all. Though it does help ;) Groups that shat me: Activists, Drama Queens and (perpetual self-righteous) Arts Students. Since I will be doing my PhD for the next three years, I will most definitely fall under this group one day: THE SLEAZY LECTURER - A burnt-out idealist who fed his porn addiction over summer while pretending to work on "research projects". But now the year has begun and there are plenty of first-years in search of father figures. Watch the lecturer's eyes flicker, scoping potential targets. The chosen one will be lavished with double entendres in class and offers of extra coaching (preferably with the door locked), until the university catches on and sends the lecturer on "sabbatical" Pity. I chose the wrong research area. There's not too many girls in my field - unless I go to Uni of Melbourne...
Are the rose-colored glasses surgically implanted?
Posted on July 07, 2008 in Medical care
This is rapidly descending to the state of a temper-tantrum, with the Bush régime behaving toward its critics over entirely the pill concomitant a child sticking its fingers surrounded by its ears likewise chanting \"La, la, la, la, I can't light upon you!\" from time to time day lesser count of bad news ring ins out of Iraq, or at times stage someone poses an precise casually interrogatory issue circumference how handily they perfectly deem their latest structure is action to livelihood: The Bush administration sought on Tuesday to project a unified, optimistic view of its plan to hand over power to an interim government in Iraq, even as President Bush faced criticism over a strategy many find lacking in crucial details. The Bush strategery is not lone exhausted surrounded by crucial factors, it reachs forth its face to be deprived portion stripe of a breeze connection with reality whereas most of us put that unit. Not unrepeated did the preznit's capacity of lies mother tongue prevail night apparel any which way the 463d rationale in that starting the war centrally located the first alternative, it contained unusually little betwixt the handling of new anything--policies, rhetoric, statistics forward who might be obtaining top what unsubstantial sovereignty we're planning to feed Iraq onward June 30. You learn, the trivial little businesses of significance that nobody in reality needs to retail lots observance to. The important activities they've got in reality worked out already: a new ambassador, a new mark, a new Petroleum Ministry (oh, linger: nope!)... Or, when I remarked to my mom last night amid we were sipping wine moreover watching the news (the secluded consecution I can watch the news these days), \"Analogous old bullshit, incomparable turn.\" Maybe I should retain said \"Plane old Bushit...\" Cross-posted from Musing's musings.
Psychology
Posted on July 03, 2008 in Erectile dysfunction drugs
So I know I haven't posted much lately. Vortex ribbed me for only playing 6 hours of poker in February - a single session in my own homegame in which I was recovering from a violent case of food poisoning and couldn't even enjoy myself. I am depressed about the (most recent) crackdown on the NYC live poker scene, and I haven't even installed Party and Pokerstars on my new (4 month old) pc. I hope Party hasn't confiscated my account since I last logged in. Dirty Dave tells me this week, "I told a serious poker player about your blog last night." Man. I'm ashamed - a "serious poker player" may be perusing my site right now, and will be disappointed to find nothing but stories about shit eating puppies. Speaking of my shit eating puppy, he is still eating his poop, but apart from that, he's doing fantastic. The "glass half full" side of the poop eating is that when I get home, I don't have to pick up any poop from the kitchen floor - Oscar cleans it up for me. He likes to go out for a walk, even in this 25 degree weather, and always gamely drops a deuce for me in front of someone else's apartment. Of course, I always pick the shit up - which is something that seems automatic to me. Yet, as Mrs. Dynamite says, "There must be an awful lot of seeing eye dogs in our neighborhood," because there is a shitload of dog shit on the sidewalk (you don't have to pick up after a seeing eye dog, of course). Seriously douchebags: when your dog takes a shit on the sidewalk, you pick it up. That is non-negotiable. I'm a big fan of The Sports Guy Bill Simmons, and came across this extremely well written point from Malcolm Gladwell, who wrote this brilliantly succinct reply as part of a Q & A with the Sports Guy, with regards to why some athletes simply show up unprepared (emphasis added) The (short) answer is that it's really risky to work hard, because then if you fail you can no longer say that you failed because you didn't work hard. It's a form of self-protection . I swear that's why Mickelson has that almost absurdly calm demeanor. If he loses, he can always say: Well, I could have practiced more, and maybe next year I will and I'll win then. When Tiger loses, what does he tell himself? He worked as hard as he possibly could. He prepared like no one else in the game and he still lost. That has to be devastating, and dealing with that kind of conclusion takes a very special and rare kind of resilience. Most of the psychological research on this is focused on why some kids don't study for tests -- which is a much more serious version of the same problem. If you get drunk the night before an exam instead of studying and you fail, then the problem is that you got drunk. If you do study and you fail, the problem is that you're stupid -- and stupid, for a student, is a death sentence. The point is that it is far more psychologically dangerous and difficult to prepare for a task than not to prepare. People think that Tiger is tougher than Mickelson because he works harder. Wrong: Tiger is tougher than Mickelson and because of that he works harder. I read one of Gladwell's books, Blink, which was mildly interesting, but he is clearly a very talented writer and psychological thinker. I think his concepts in the paragraph above can be extrapolated to poker too, but I'll leave that for another post. The Big Show comes to town tomorrow. until next time, KD
WPT Whores
Posted on June 25, 2008 in Erectile dysfunction drugs
Is nothing sacred? At the end of this week's World Poker Tour broadcast, from the Legends of Poker at the Bicycle Casino in L.A., after Alex Kahaner took down Cowboy Kenna James, Mike Sexton gathered the usual throng for the end of show toast. "And now, as is our custom on the World Poker Tour, we toast our champion, Alex Kahaner, with the official beer of the World Poker Tour: Budweiser ." Huh? What? Every degenerate knows that Michelob Amberbock is the official beer of the World Poker Tour, just like Levitra is the official erectile dysfunction drug of the World Series of Poker. You can't just throw any old boner-builder's name on the felt - I mean, the Saturday Night Live parody "Doctor Poerkenheimer's Boner Juice" wouldn't do, and neither would Viagra. When I think WSOP and erectile dysfunction, I think Levitra. Similarly, when I think WPT and beer, there's only one right answer: Michelob Amberbock. It's like peanut butter & jelly. Apparently, WPT has sold their soul to the King of Beers, and thrown away their long standing relationship with Michelob. Shame on you WPT. If you're going to be money whores - how about at least making some decisions that get your stock price up - like properly marketing your show, and your online poker site. Perhaps Foxwood's new "WPT World Poker Room," will get the ball rolling. Of course, that would require Foxwoods to run their room like they care, instead of like a place that's the "only poker room in New England," with a captive audience who can either sit there and take their shit, or not play poker in a casino. -KD
Why all the attention? :)
Posted on June 23, 2008 in Generic biologicals
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