WHAT MADE YOU GRIMACE & GRIT YOUR TEETH TODAY?

'ulp! eek!

Ye gads, man! Must be bloody painful! Got anything for the pain?

it's not really that bad, i got tylenol 3's but i'm just taking some extra strength tylenol really, and some antibiotics

eesh! I am glad I waited to look until I was done with my burito.

that'll heal by the time you grow up. probably without the nail though...

Ok....last night I got home, as one does.


Lots of folk from various parts of Asia and the middle east live in my building, and usually when I get home at night, the corridor smells like the most delicious Asian restaurant.........fresh, garlicy, spicy.

Last night, someone was cooking mutton. As far as I can tell theywere BOILING it.


It smelt like wet, dirty sheep.....ewwwww. And the smell was in my apartment, too!




Then on the way to wrok I passed some poor cyclist who had been hit by a car.


Deeply, deeply unconscious, or worse.....



Then, I am on intake duty, right? Over the weekend lots of injured babies came in, and I mean non-accidental injuries.



There is something very confronting about seeing all those wee broken bones and such on x ray.....


Then I got to thinking about all the awful suffering going on that I can't see.........

Back to work after a week off. Grimacing, gritting . . .

I didn't look at dj's link, the reaction of others was enough. My sympathies and hopes for a quick heal.

Deb, The beginning of your post reminded me of when I was a child and my mother would boil mutton <gag>. The rest of your post brings home all the misery around us, most of which we never see.

My sister once worked triage in a hospital. She remarked how it's the one's who look the worst that can oftentimes heal the fastest.

I had a bit of a relapse yesterday. OK, I had a full-blown relapse. It sucked. I'm rattled especially because its the first time ever that happened since I came here to Hungary - or, OK, the second time, there was this time shortly after I moved here, but I'd made a narrow escape back home in time, and it was OK.

I'd had some bad dreams, but no news there. Woke up late enough, took a look at the endearingly bad juggler on stage at the still-continuing neighbourhood fest around the corner, moved on to the coffeehouse. Where I spent time reading and deciding I should call Esther or somebody, cause I noticed feeling a bit discombobulated. One of the two computers there got free so I read my email, wrote a long personal email back. Went outside, into some remaining autumn sunshine, otherwise its cold, winter's coming now. Called Esther but she turned out to be unavailable for the day, from one place to another. Feeling disattached.

I moved on to the Internetcafe because its kinda like home, sat there for a while (it wasnt one of my friends working). Eventually got behind a PC, read emails, left when they closed, joking. It was bloody cold, Id forgotten my coat at the coffeeshop Friday (found it back today), and I decided I couldnt go home, dived into Kavehaz Europa for shelter.

From there it went downhill. I tried translating Winnie the Pooh from Hungarian (not as simple as you might think). Drank tea. and started falling, kinda. Kept my book in front of me to look busy but couldnt concentrate anymore, and once I realised that I couldnt / didnt dare to leave anymore, to go home, surged in panic. Soon near to tears. And stayed like that, there, for I dont know how long, avoiding eyes. When John called to ask if I was still coming I said no, elliptically, that I was not good, and afterwards (as always once I say it) broke into tears (luckily I'd gone outside).

In the end I had to SMS Susannah to come get me. Cause I wasnt able to leave. Which alarmed me no end, and having to call in help like that embarassed me no end. Secret window broken open. Well, now they know. Her taking me to my home, reduced to a ******* kid. She comforted me by talking about the fox, and the hedgehog (a ruka és a sün). I kept looking at her ring walking home. It was drama.

It sucked. <shrugs>

The one good thing about relapses is that they remind you that you're mostly OK now (he said). Thats why theyre called relapses. Momentary fall-backs. Reminds you that you're on a place where you can fall back from now. <nods>

Today I feel like on the day after - like having a big hangover. That kind of attack on your system.

Sorry, Nimh. I'm not familiar with the details of your history but it sounds as if your episodes are getter further apart. I hope you feel better tomorrow.

Same here, Nimh. I don't know the specifics and won't ask, but I'm glad you feel safe here. Because you are.

(((HUGS)))

Thank you <nods>

I'm at work today, feeling OK.

Had a nice evening last night. I'm OK.

Werksen!

Beterschap. Ik meen het echt. <g>

stitches out today, apparently the healing was a little too good and the process was most cringe worthy

but on the good side the finger is healing quite nicely

nimh? What was that all about?

I was going to grizzle that I was going out painting today with a friend but the weather is grey, dull and misty - not even moody misty, just dull - so no go. We'll try tomorrow. Compared with other problems it's a bit pathetic

- I hope you are feeling better still nimh, I have a friend with similar problems and know it's miserable - but you are handling it well. The multi talented translation is very impressive

dlowan - horrible day but at least you are there and you make a difference, it's a tough job and not easy to switch off I'm sure.

What exactly do you want to know?

Editorial


Abolishing the Poll Tax Again





Published: October 19, 2005
Critics of Georgia's new voter-identification law, which forces many citizens to pay $20 or more for the documentation necessary to vote, have called it a modern-day poll tax, intended to keep blacks and poor people from voting. A federal judge supported these claims yesterday and blocked the law from taking effect. Instead of continuing to defend the statute in court, Georgia should remove this throwback to the days of Jim Crow from its lawbooks.

Georgia Republicans, who get few votes from African-American voters, pushed a bill through the Legislature this year imposing the nation's toughest voter-identification requirements. When it was passed, most of the state's black legislators walked out of the Capitol. Coretta Scott King, widow of Martin Luther King Jr., urged the governor to veto it. Under the new law, voters with driver's licenses were not inconvenienced. But it put up huge obstacles for voters without licenses, who are disproportionately poor and black. Most of them would have to get official state picture-identification cards and pay processing fees of $20 or more. Incredibly - beyond the cost imposed on such voters - there was not a single office in Atlanta where the identification cards were for sale.

Republicans claimed the law was intended to prevent fraud, but that was just a pretext. According to Georgia's secretary of state, Cathy Cox, in recent years there have been no documented cases of fraud through voter impersonation. There have been complaints about the misuse of absentee ballots, Ms. Cox says, but the new law actually loosened the antifraud protections that apply to them. Clearly, Georgia Republicans supported the law because they believed that making it harder for blacks and poor people to vote would help their electoral chances.

The League of Women Voters of Georgia, the N.A.A.C.P. and other civil rights and voting rights groups sued. In a lengthy and hard-hitting opinion, Judge Harold Murphy of Federal District Court enjoined the state from enforcing the law. He relied in part on the 24th Amendment, which banned the old racist requirement that citizens pay poll taxes before being allowed to vote in federal elections.

At least one Georgia state senator is vowing to appeal, if necessary, all the way to the Supreme Court. That would send an ugly message about the state of American democracy. In the civil rights era, Southern states had to be told again and again by federal courts not to try to stop their black citizens from voting. It is shameful that in 2005, Georgia needs to be told again.

GAK!

OK, lookit ...

I just pulled a groin muscle. AGAIN. This time getting out of my chair. (I believe these things are psychosomatic and have to do with excess negative energy stored in your body. I am NOT a scientist. Heheheh.)

It would be fine, except I DO have to walk two hours to Utrecht today, walk around to do errands, and then walk back.

Sometimes life REALLY sucks.

BUT ... I'll end up walking off the pain in my groin. <g>

You know, when I was little - I thought only GUYS had those!!!!!