Hi, Nilly! Bye, Nilly!
Happy Birthday, msbelle!!
It's cold and snowy and wet here, and I'm just bummed that I have to work. I might try and talk my boss into letting me go home early; I did end up losing 1 1/2 days of PTO at the end of the year, so maybe she'll go for it.
Happy Birthday msbelle.
It's snowing here. Winter has finally arrived in Atlantic Canada.
Happy Birthday, msbelle!! Hope work is behaving better.
Good luck with the notice giving stuff, Consuela!
This morning, I woke uo at 7:00, shot up Ozzie, then got back in bed just for a few minutes.
Oops.
Off to breakfast and TJs,
Eww! Eww! Eww!
Rare brain worms spread by unsanitary cooks
"It was a mild headache, but it wouldn't go away," he said. "It was just there and it wouldn't go away with Tylenol."
Doctors at a clinic gave him medicine for high blood pressure. A few days later he passed out and didn't wake up for eight days.
Dr. Aaron Mohanty found a cyst of tapeworm larvae living in Ramirez's brain. If it hadn't been found, the doctor said, Ramirez could have been dead within hours from the disease called cysticercosis. The disease is usually found in rural parts of developing countries with poor hygiene habits. However, Ramirez was the fourth patient Mohanty treated within a few months.
Rare brain worms spread by unsanitary cooks
I think I remember that House episode...
I prefer to focus on the
Futurama
episode. Those were some good worms.
Christ. I'm just glad the word is "cooks" and not what I originally read (and typed).
Question: Is the paleness of skin on palms and soles because of a relative lack of melanin? This has been my understanding for a while, but googling for cites confused me, since I found explanations that involved the relative thickness of the skin in both places instead. And many of the "no melanin" pages seemed informal and didn't infuse me with trusty feelings.
eeeeeeewwwwww brainworms! Yet another reason to never leave my house.
Happy Birthday, msbelle! Cupcakes with lots of frosting to you!
I do not want to be at work today. If the Post Office doesn't have to work, I feel I shouldn't have to either.
Lunch: salad. And I liked it! I just don't know myself anymore.
I dunno. I've been trying to figure out why the palms of my hands are bright red for years. It's sort of freakish.