This reminds me, Bec is researching ways to check the sex of your baby (prior to birth) for a baby shower she's going to. One of them is that if you're craving chocolate, you're carrying a girl. (Apparently Bec's been carrying a girl for the last ten years.)
Don't worry, I'm not gonna start any sword fights. I'm over that phase.
Mal ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 29: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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billytea - Mar 02, 2006 7:36:59 pm PST #2175 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Cass - Mar 02, 2006 7:40:43 pm PST #2176 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
I'm 34 years pregnant? Huh.
I wonder if there's another store open. That I can go to in my jammie pants without being mocked.
Trudy Booth - Mar 02, 2006 7:43:21 pm PST #2177 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Or shot!
Burrell - Mar 02, 2006 7:44:55 pm PST #2178 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
This reminds me, Bec is researching ways to check the sex of your baby (prior to birth) for a baby shower she's going to. One of them is that if you're craving chocolate, you're carrying a girl.
Ways to check? How about an ultrasound? Or an amnio. The rest all strike me as a bit on the old wives' tip.
I craved chocolate like a fiend when I was carrying Isaac.
billytea - Mar 02, 2006 7:46:01 pm PST #2179 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Or shot!
Or shot, and then mocked while you lie there bleeding. Because the snappy comeback is such an ask then.
billytea - Mar 02, 2006 7:48:09 pm PST #2180 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Ways to check? How about an ultrasound? Or an amnio. The rest all strike me as a bit on the old wives' tip.
Well, yeah, that's kind of the point.
Cass - Mar 02, 2006 7:48:11 pm PST #2181 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Or shot, and then mocked while you lie there bleeding.Is this the death or chocolate thing?
billytea - Mar 02, 2006 7:49:54 pm PST #2182 of 10001
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Is this the death or chocolate thing?
Wasn't it death or cake? Wait, cake or death. That's the one.
DCJensen - Mar 02, 2006 7:56:22 pm PST #2183 of 10001
All is well that ends in pizza.
"Let them eat death" probably would have gone over just as well for Marie Antoinette.
WindSparrow - Mar 02, 2006 8:00:57 pm PST #2184 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
His temp was at around 87 degrees, no bowel sounds, no results from two enemas, thready pulse.
I'm sure it's awful, but the thing I immediately went to was "He was cold and sick so you gave him ENEMAS??"
Daniel is right, meara. Major blockages were an issue. And this guy's body temp. runs a fair bit lower than most.
The house manager and the nurse (LPN) were looking after him. To warm him, they had his sun lamp on, and were keeping him in blankets heated up in the dryer.
Good lord. I just thought of something. It was a soap suds enema the nurse was administering. 1500cc of water with a ketchup-packet sized thingy of castile soap added to it. She had never put one together before, so I showed her how to assemble it. I did not think to check the temperature of the water she used. That much water? Could make a difference in body temp. But it was way low this weekend.
And that particular nurse is sensible enough to get that if his temp is usually 95 degrees, and it suddenly shoots up to 98, he has a fever, and needs to see the doctor. So I am going to trust that she had brains enough to use warm water.
Manager tells me that our guy is looking a lot better today, and that they may keep him over the weekend for the express purpose of figuring out what is actually wrong with him.
Anyway, thanks again for ~ma. It is a powerful good.