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Eureka. I am but one small keyboard away from giving up my MA course, moving into a tent, and spending my days singing Hare Krishna* while rolling up and down the slightly run-down suburban terraces of Leeds.
*I will, of course, rotate the anthems of various religious traditions throughout the day. (Humanism doesn't have enough anthems.)
Eureka. I am but one small keyboard away from giving up my MA course, moving into a tent, and spending my days singing Hare Krishna* while rolling up and down the slightly run-down suburban terraces of Leeds.
Mwahahaha! One down, 6.7 billion to go for total world domination!!!!
For those looking for inexpensive children's clothes, I was at Carter's today and they were having a HUGE sale on both summer and fall clothing. I ended up getting an outfit for a friend's little boy for $8.
My mother tells me that her doctors tell her that her cholesterol should be below 75. Therefore, mine being 144 means it's still way too high.
Wow, that seems low, but I don't know a lot on the subject.
Hil, According to the American Heart Association, under 200 is good: link
Maybe she is thinking of the LDL number, which the AHA said should be below 100?
I'm not quite sure why her doctors want her cholesterol so low, but she's had a double bypass, surgery on both corotid arteries, and her gall bladder removed, which means that her cholesterol needs are probably somewhat different than mine.
I've always thought between 100 and 200 was an acceptable cholesterol level. So I'm confused, too.
Edit to Add: OK, an individual's medical history may cause different requirements.
Happy birthday, Fred!
Cereal: I've returned from getting my car's service call. There's two hours of my life that will live in infamy. I was stuck in the waiting area with a chatterer. Who was also a laugher. Everything he said, he punctuated with a laugh at his own cleverness. And he Would Not Stop Talking. I had my head buried in a book and he still felt the need to talk to me. Everything was cause for comment-- the do-it-yourself funeral story on CNN, the cash for clunkers program (when he asked what I drove and I told him, he came back with, "I had one of those as a loaner, I wasn't that impressed with it." I replied, "How very sad for you.") Finally, he noticed I was trying to read and asked me what I was reading.
"A murder mystery."
He left me more or less alone after that.