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May 27, 2011

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A Nation of Turncoats?

Or just one: Barack Hussein Obama?

This makes me sick.

May 27, 2011

I filched this video of a 28 year old Benjamin Netanyahu from Joan at Primordial Slack. It’s too good to pass up. In 1978 he’d already graduated from MIT and fought in two wars. The passion, the wisdom and intelligence… it was all there, even then.

“Our policy is very simple. The Jewish state was set up to defend Jewish lives, and we always reserve the right to defend ourselves.”

May 26, 2011

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Blaming the Jews

Pat Condell does it again! No sentimentality, just good old common sense.

May 26, 2011

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The difference

I hope we elect a grown up in 2012.

It’s not just Bush… there’s a marked contrast between our president and other world leaders.. like the young man who would become the Israeli PM and the lad who would one day bring America to her knees…

May 25, 2011

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The Obamas Abroad

The President and First Lady of the United States on their travels!

May 25, 2011

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Dying Light

Not metaphorical, not at all.

I’ve had it. Been to three doctors, had CT scans, ultrasounds, blood and urine tests. The upshot? Going to the GI doc next week because I’m still pissing blood but nobody knows why and oh! – I’m now on thyroid meds, thank you very much. I’m hypo, not hyper.

My back went out Saturday morning, but it’s getting better, thanks to the inversion table.

And of course… of course! This morning my sinuses hurt like a bitch. WTF is going on?! Am I a plague magnet?

It’s frustrating enough when something is wrong with your body, but you just want to get it fixed and go on with your life, right? This long, drug out shit is pissing me off. There’s so much to do… everywhere. The yard, the house… and I’ve neglected the blog because I’ve felt so hideous. I finally have to say… I’m OVER IT.

God bless people with chronic conditions -and I very selfishly hope I’m not one of them- because dealing with illness is one of the most frustrating, irritating things in life.

And the doctors! What has happened to the doctors? They only do the barest minimum -unless they’re covering their ass- and then are loathe to take responsibility for the treatment.
I actually had one ask “what do you want me to do?” after I’d described my symptoms… I very nearly started crying out of frustration. A couple of appointments later, while discussing my thyroid, she asked “who do you want to take responsibility for this?” Both question floored me, but maybe they’re the natural effect of obamacare.

Sorry for the rant, but it was a long time coming.

My dear Bonna just sent this email, which made me cry. I hate crying alone, so I’ll share it with you. You’re welcome. Heh…

It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly Gentleman in his 80′s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.

He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.

I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.

I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.

On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.

While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.

The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.

He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.

As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.

He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.

I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’

He smiled as he patted my hand and said, ‘She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’

And yes, I feel like a self involved bint for moaning about my little problems when so many people are suffering the world over, not to mention those here in the country that have fallen victim to tornadoes and flooding.

It is what it is.

May 24, 2011

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Baby Steps

Daisy Maisy Dixie Grace turns four today and so we dance in celebration while she chows down on her favorite foods – pupperoni, eggs, raw chicken necks and fat little chameleons.

She’s come a long way from the frightened little dog who would take chunks out of Mike every chance she got… well… she still does that from time to time, but it’s better. Really. It’s just taking a very long time to convince her that he’s an okay guy.

Baby steps.

She’s not really bonded to either Mike or myself, but rather to Breagha. Bree is her north star and that’s fine. We don’t try to change her mind about much of anything anymore, preferring to let her be the funny little girl she wants to be and just enjoying that dog.

So happy birthday, you hairy little enigma. 8-}