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one-handsome-devil:

So I was helping some friends shoot a PSA in the nursing department of our college and I had way too much fun with the uncanny training dummies. The JFK lookin’ one was my favorite, his name is Jeffrey.

Reblogging because… Why should I be the only one creeped out by it?

These beautiful Cherry Trees are located just outside the entrance to my doctor’s office.

…where I went today because of seasonal allergies.

Do you suppose it’s all part of conspiracy to ensure repeat business? 0__o

cognitivedissonance:

cherry-sailor:

gemini-sonic:

yolucas:

SERIOUS TALK: 
Okay idk if you guys have heard about this yet so I’m going to inform you about what’s going on because it’s really serious and I think everyone needs to know about this. So basically there are some sick fucking people now who have started taping and gluing razor blades around children’s parks (and on the handles of gas pumps) and placing them strategically so children get hurt. They tape them to the handles of monkey bars (so the children’s hands get sliced open), they tape them inside of slides (i think you can imagine what will happen there) and just everywhere around the playgrounds with a sick intention of hurting young kids. I know this has literally nothing to do with my blog but I take my younger cousin to the park almost every day in the summer, and I can’t imagine what I’d do if he went down a slide rigged with razor blades. So pleaspleaseplease reblog this, I think people need to see it so they can be more careful, I don’t want little kids possibly seriously hurting themselves.

Spreading this like wildfire!

I normally don’t reblog stuff like this, but I’ve got three little brother I’ve got to look out for.

I’ve got a nephew and I still would reblog this even if I didn’t know any children personally — THIS IS LEGIT.
http://www.snopes.com/horrors/parental/playground.asp
Some sick SOB did this in Illinois, and who knows who else got the idea…. Be careful, wee ones.

There’s a special place in hell for f*kd-in-the-head jackasses who do this isht.
Reblogging this for all the parents, aunts, uncles, big brothers & sisters, and anyone out there who cares for little ones. Be aware of what’s around you. Carefully inspect the places where your children play. Keep them safe.
All I can say is, Thank God I don’t have kids! :\

cognitivedissonance:

cherry-sailor:

gemini-sonic:

yolucas:

SERIOUS TALK: 

Okay idk if you guys have heard about this yet so I’m going to inform you about what’s going on because it’s really serious and I think everyone needs to know about this. So basically there are some sick fucking people now who have started taping and gluing razor blades around children’s parks (and on the handles of gas pumps) and placing them strategically so children get hurt. They tape them to the handles of monkey bars (so the children’s hands get sliced open), they tape them inside of slides (i think you can imagine what will happen there) and just everywhere around the playgrounds with a sick intention of hurting young kids. I know this has literally nothing to do with my blog but I take my younger cousin to the park almost every day in the summer, and I can’t imagine what I’d do if he went down a slide rigged with razor blades. So pleaspleaseplease reblog this, I think people need to see it so they can be more careful, I don’t want little kids possibly seriously hurting themselves.

Spreading this like wildfire!

I normally don’t reblog stuff like this, but I’ve got three little brother I’ve got to look out for.

I’ve got a nephew and I still would reblog this even if I didn’t know any children personally — THIS IS LEGIT.

http://www.snopes.com/horrors/parental/playground.asp

Some sick SOB did this in Illinois, and who knows who else got the idea…. Be careful, wee ones.

There’s a special place in hell for f*kd-in-the-head jackasses who do this isht.

Reblogging this for all the parents, aunts, uncles, big brothers & sisters, and anyone out there who cares for little ones. Be aware of what’s around you. Carefully inspect the places where your children play. Keep them safe.

All I can say is, Thank God I don’t have kids! :\

fitnessisfitfor-me:

thepolarbearfromlost:

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

i think we found the opposite of nash greir

thigh gaps aren’t about being skinny they’re about bone structure 

apart from that yeah 10/10

^^^^ YES THANKYOU

Reblogging this for every human being out there who thinks they’ve got to change who they are to make someone else happy.

In the words of Mr Rogers, “I like you just the way you are.”

(Source: the90sk-i-d-s)

msnbc:

Rachel Maddow reports on the consequences of a Texas anti-abortion law that has forced clinics closed and left women to treat themselves.


This video is heartbreaking.
…and maddening!
Male Privilege - the ability to go out and impregnate any woman fool enough to have you, then not take responsibility for what you’ve clearly been a willing partner.
Male Privilege is NEVER EVER having to worry about becoming pregnant. It means having the ‘privilege’ of never being placed in the position where abortion might be your best or only option.
I’m pro-choice, not pro-abortion. NOBODY is “PRO” abortion. I’m pro-choice because I have the ‘privilege’ of never EVER having to worry about being pregnant. I’m pro-choice because it’s not my job to tell women, or anyone else for that matter, what they can and cannot do with their bodies.
If we want to stop abortions, we need to provide clear, honest, easy to understand sex education. We need to provide affordable, easy access to contraceptives. Most of all, we need to be honest about sex.

msnbc:

Rachel Maddow reports on the consequences of a Texas anti-abortion law that has forced clinics closed and left women to treat themselves.

This video is heartbreaking.

…and maddening!

Male Privilege - the ability to go out and impregnate any woman fool enough to have you, then not take responsibility for what you’ve clearly been a willing partner.

Male Privilege is NEVER EVER having to worry about becoming pregnant. It means having the ‘privilege’ of never being placed in the position where abortion might be your best or only option.

I’m pro-choice, not pro-abortion. NOBODY is “PRO” abortion. I’m pro-choice because I have the ‘privilege’ of never EVER having to worry about being pregnant. I’m pro-choice because it’s not my job to tell women, or anyone else for that matter, what they can and cannot do with their bodies.

If we want to stop abortions, we need to provide clear, honest, easy to understand sex education. We need to provide affordable, easy access to contraceptives. Most of all, we need to be honest about sex.

Recovering very nicely, thank you.



Dear readers, the following post was intended for publishing on Friday, the seventh of February  Unfortunately, as I was recovering from surgery, my close friend Fran passed away. I’m posting it anyway, along with an addendum, because it illustrates the kind of winter I’m having. 


So… I had Lithotripsy a few weeks ago. Was it painful? Not really, but I do feel as if someone kicked me in the back. The forecast for the day of surgery was heavy rain turning into wet snow by noon. Great!  My other half was thoughtful enough to reserve a room at the small hotel where he works. So, instead of having to wait in the rain for a bus at 4:30am, we could walk just a few blocks to the hospital. 

I’m fortunate to live in Philadelphia, a city that has one of the largest and best healthcare networks in the country. We have Hahnemann, Jefferson, Temple, and the University of Pennsylvania health systems all within the city limits.

I was the first patient Monday morning. Lucky me! The staff was thorough. At every step of the way I was asked to recite my name, date of birth, allergies, and the Magna Carta, then recite it all once more as I lay on the OR table. This was my fifth kidney procedure, so I’ve gotten to know most of the Pennsylvania hospital staff pretty well. One of the pre-administration lab technicians has a wicked sense of humor. I guess you’d have to if you spent your day stabbing patients in the arm in search of a good vein.
So I was laying on this strange operating table with a cutout underneath in which a water filled gel pad that emits sound waves protrudes. The doctor maneuvered me over the gel pad. The technician strapped me in. The anesthesiologist joked with me that I keep coming back for surgery because of their excellent selection of anesthetics. I don’t remember anything after the oxygen mask was placed over my face. I suspect the anesthesiologist slipped me a Mickey.
The next thing I knew, a nurse was hovering over me with a big smile. “How do you feel?” Like I want to go back to sleep. “Fine”, I said. I really did want to go back to sleep, though. I also wanted some more of whatever it was they gave me for pain. The chorus of The Floaters’ classic “Float On” comes to mind. 
“Float. Float on…”


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D5fGLOLSwI&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D_D5fGLOLSwI&app=desktop#t=0


After an hour or so of “recovery time”, I was wheeled out to the lobby where the reality of the day’s snow accumulation stared back at me. While waiting for a cab, we saw a bus and took it. 

It was good to get home.

I made myself comfortable on the sofa to wait for love to return home from the pharmacy, bearing gifts of antibiotics and pain killers. You know when you think everything is okay, but you feel just a little off? Not anything major, just ever so slightly off center. That’s how I felt. The more I moved around, the less like myself I felt. Maybe I’d be better off laying down in bed.

Oh right… freshly cleaned sheets. YAY!

I turned on the TV, changed into some comfy clothes, and climbed into bed. That was all she wrote. I was out! Gone! I awoke the next morning stiff and achy and determined not to spend the day in bed.
I still feel a bit sore, but I’m doing well and trying not to use the pain killers too often.

Addendum…

A week later, we took advantage of the break in the snow by climbing up and inspecting the roof and gutters. Because I have a longer reach than Love, I laid down on the roof and reached over the edge to attach the Roof & Gutter Deicing Cable. As I reached and stretched, I heard what sounded like a snap, followed by a sharp pain in my rib, which was pressed against the edge of the roof. I’m not gonna lie. I panicked. After a few moments, I took a couple of deep breaths to inflate my lungs. There was pain, but nothing that indicated a broken rib.
So, if you need you walk shoveled or someone to carry your groceries in from the car, please be kind enough to ask someone else. I think I’m gonna lay low for a while. 



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Recovering very nicely, thank you.

Dear readers, the following post was intended for publishing on Friday, the seventh of February  Unfortunately, as I was recovering from surgery, my close friend Fran passed away. I’m posting it anyway, along with an addendum, because it illustrates the kind of winter I’m having. :)

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So… I had Lithotripsy a few weeks ago. Was it painful? Not really, but I do feel as if someone kicked me in the back. The forecast for the day of surgery was heavy rain turning into wet snow by noon. Great!  My other half was thoughtful enough to reserve a room at the small hotel where he works. So, instead of having to wait in the rain for a bus at 4:30am, we could walk just a few blocks to the hospital.

I’m fortunate to live in Philadelphia, a city that has one of the largest and best healthcare networks in the country. We have Hahnemann, Jefferson, Temple, and the University of Pennsylvania health systems all within the city limits.

I was the first patient Monday morning. Lucky me! The staff was thorough. At every step of the way I was asked to recite my name, date of birth, allergies, and the Magna Carta, then recite it all once more as I lay on the OR table. This was my fifth kidney procedure, so I’ve gotten to know most of the Pennsylvania hospital staff pretty well. One of the pre-administration lab technicians has a wicked sense of humor. I guess you’d have to if you spent your day stabbing patients in the arm in search of a good vein.

So I was laying on this strange operating table with a cutout underneath in which a water filled gel pad that emits sound waves protrudes. The doctor maneuvered me over the gel pad. The technician strapped me in. The anesthesiologist joked with me that I keep coming back for surgery because of their excellent selection of anesthetics. I don’t remember anything after the oxygen mask was placed over my face. I suspect the anesthesiologist slipped me a Mickey.

The next thing I knew, a nurse was hovering over me with a big smile. “How do you feel?” Like I want to go back to sleep. “Fine”, I said. I really did want to go back to sleep, though. I also wanted some more of whatever it was they gave me for pain. The chorus of The Floaters’ classic “Float On” comes to mind. 

“Float. Float on…”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D5fGLOLSwI&desktop_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D_D5fGLOLSwI&app=desktop#t=0

After an hour or so of “recovery time”, I was wheeled out to the lobby where the reality of the day’s snow accumulation stared back at me. While waiting for a cab, we saw a bus and took it.

It was good to get home.

I made myself comfortable on the sofa to wait for love to return home from the pharmacy, bearing gifts of antibiotics and pain killers. You know when you think everything is okay, but you feel just a little off? Not anything major, just ever so slightly off center. That’s how I felt. The more I moved around, the less like myself I felt. Maybe I’d be better off laying down in bed.

Oh right… freshly cleaned sheets. YAY!

I turned on the TV, changed into some comfy clothes, and climbed into bed. That was all she wrote. I was out! Gone! I awoke the next morning stiff and achy and determined not to spend the day in bed.

I still feel a bit sore, but I’m doing well and trying not to use the pain killers too often.

Addendum…

A week later, we took advantage of the break in the snow by climbing up and inspecting the roof and gutters. Because I have a longer reach than Love, I laid down on the roof and reached over the edge to attach the Roof & Gutter Deicing Cable. As I reached and stretched, I heard what sounded like a snap, followed by a sharp pain in my rib, which was pressed against the edge of the roof. I’m not gonna lie. I panicked. After a few moments, I took a couple of deep breaths to inflate my lungs. There was pain, but nothing that indicated a broken rib.

So, if you need you walk shoveled or someone to carry your groceries in from the car, please be kind enough to ask someone else. I think I’m gonna lay low for a while. :o

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Saying Goodbye To A Dear Friend.

I had intended a Friday post about my recovery from lithotripsy, which is progressing smoothly and without complications. Unfortunately, Thursday morning I received incredibly sad news. A very close friend lost her battle with uterine cancer. I am heart broken by the loss and angry at the circumstances around which she died. The rest of my day was spent in a fog. After not being able to sleep, I found it helpful to just start writing. The following unorganized mess is more therapy for me than anything else. 
In the years that my other half and I have been living on this little South Philly block, we’ve established close friendships with our neighbors. With a few exceptions, we look out for one another. 
I met Fran through a friend and neighbor who lived two doors down. She was moving onto our block. With her sharp wit and wicked sense of humor, Fran fit right in. She was the kindest and most generous soul I have ever had the privilege to know. That’s not hyperbole. There was nothing Fran would not do to lend a hand to anyone in need. If it was within her power, it was done.

My friendship with Fran developed slowly. We bonded over our Italian heritage, and gastronomic pleasure, which included first Friday lunches with our friend Scott. I’ve often bored you with pictures of sushi and sashimi. Fran was a vegetarian, but that didn’t prevent her from enjoying her sushi.  She and I had an ongoing dialogue about ways to recreate meat-free versions of childhood dishes. It wasn’t uncommon to see either of us carrying plates of food from one house to another. Fran was the inspiration for some of my favorite epicurean experiments.
About eighteen months ago, Fran began to experience pain and bleeding. She was in her sixties so menstruation was out of the question. After a few months of doctors and tests and more doctors and even more tests, it was determined that Fran had…
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Saying Goodbye To A Dear Friend.

I had intended a Friday post about my recovery from lithotripsy, which is progressing smoothly and without complications. Unfortunately, Thursday morning I received incredibly sad news. A very close friend lost her battle with uterine cancer. I am heart broken by the loss and angry at the circumstances around which she died. The rest of my day was spent in a fog. After not being able to sleep, I found it helpful to just start writing. The following unorganized mess is more therapy for me than anything else.

In the years that my other half and I have been living on this little South Philly block, we’ve established close friendships with our neighbors. With a few exceptions, we look out for one another.

I met Fran through a friend and neighbor who lived two doors down. She was moving onto our block. With her sharp wit and wicked sense of humor, Fran fit right in. She was the kindest and most generous soul I have ever had the privilege to know. That’s not hyperbole. There was nothing Fran would not do to lend a hand to anyone in need. If it was within her power, it was done.

My friendship with Fran developed slowly. We bonded over our Italian heritage, and gastronomic pleasure, which included first Friday lunches with our friend Scott. I’ve often bored you with pictures of sushi and sashimi. Fran was a vegetarian, but that didn’t prevent her from enjoying her sushi. :) She and I had an ongoing dialogue about ways to recreate meat-free versions of childhood dishes. It wasn’t uncommon to see either of us carrying plates of food from one house to another. Fran was the inspiration for some of my favorite epicurean experiments.

About eighteen months ago, Fran began to experience pain and bleeding. She was in her sixties so menstruation was out of the question. After a few months of doctors and tests and more doctors and even more tests, it was determined that Fran had…

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Did you know, Roxane Labs developed a synthetic THC called MARINOL which, besides being somewhat toxic, is so expensive many insurance companies won’t cover it. In the early 1990s, doctors prescribed it as an alternative to marijuana, to combat nausea and wasting associated with the medical treatments for cancer and AIDS. The problem, other than costing about $150 for a month’s supply, is the side effects. In a person who is vomiting, a pill is useless. Those lucky enough to actually get the pill to stay down have to wait upwards of one to two hours for it to take effect. And when the pill finally starts to work - buckle up. “A 2.5 milligram Marinol pill absolutely knocked me out,” reports one man with AIDS. “I wound up lying on the sofa for days, just totally drugged and unproductive.” 

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See also the side by side comparison of Marijuana vs. Marinol at medicalmarijuana.procon.org/

Did you know, Roxane Labs developed a synthetic THC called MARINOL which, besides being somewhat toxic, is so expensive many insurance companies won’t cover it. In the early 1990s, doctors prescribed it as an alternative to marijuana, to combat nausea and wasting associated with the medical treatments for cancer and AIDS. The problem, other than costing about $150 for a month’s supply, is the side effects. In a person who is vomiting, a pill is useless. Those lucky enough to actually get the pill to stay down have to wait upwards of one to two hours for it to take effect. And when the pill finally starts to work - buckle up. “A 2.5 milligram Marinol pill absolutely knocked me out,” reports one man with AIDS. “I wound up lying on the sofa for days, just totally drugged and unproductive.”

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See also the side by side comparison of Marijuana vs. Marinol at medicalmarijuana.procon.org/

(Source: thisnightmarishlife)