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| So it's been almost a year. The last time I logged in here, I was in a place that could NEVER have come up with where the current post comes from. Between then and now, there have deaths, accidents, injuries, massive amounts of driving, and foreign nations I didn't know existed.
The man who coined Never say Never misunderstood the power of the phrase.
It's now 1 am, and I am studying Biochem, specifically, how to coagulate blood. The last time I posted on this website, my view of the world and the human body was completely different than what it is now.
I wonder is if this is a trend or not. I guess I will never know for sure.
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| Dear Motorcycle riders,
I understand that you are on a hog, and not only that, you have quite a large penis, so big that it has wheels and an engine, but really, keep the noise level down. I can hear you from inside my car, with the radio at 80% volume, while driving and over 100 yards away. Your engine's loudness is not indicative of your hog's prowess because my lawnmower is just as loud. What I mean to say is, get a god damn muffler and shove it up your motorcycle's .. well you get the idea.
Dear Truckers,
I want to express my condolences on your careers, with these skyrocketing gas rate, your bussiness is hurt the most, the rest of America just has to settle for staying at home for vacation, you have to settle with spending your income on your gas bill. I also want to thank you for giving me 43 mpg on the highway by letting me draft behind you. Thank you, my grattitude is eternal.
Sincerely,
Thebeard03
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| Was woman raped on telephone?
Published: April 27, 2008 at 1:52 AM
TUNIS, Tunisia, April 27 (UPI) -- A Tunisian family alleges their daughter was raped during a telephone conversation with a man, a lawyer for the family said.
The 30-year-old man said he never touched the young woman. But he acknowledged he heard her scream while they were "totally into" an erotic telephone conversation -- and that she reported bleeding, Al Arabiya reported.
Maha al-Metebaa, a lawyer representing the family, told the Kuwaiti newspaper Al-Qabs the case needs careful investigation because of its unprecedented allegations. He said a medical examination had determined that the woman, 20, was no longer a virgin.
"The intercourse did take place with all its details but verbally only," he said. "The sexual act did not really happen because the physical proximity factor is not there, yet it happened because there is a direct physical impact – the loss of virginity."
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| I have been volunteering at the ER lately and have seen one crazy thing after another
One lady came in as mentioned before, with a knife stuck in her hand, bleeding unable to stop, but that's already been covered
I was training another volunteer and he asked if it gets quiet enough to read a book. I told him not usually, within 5 minutes, the place went from semi relaxed to packed beyond belief. One female pulled in, you know the type when people accelerate and then brake heavily at the last moment to show hurry, and informed us that she was having a heart attack. One, if you are having a heart attack, pull over and call 911, dont drive, those heart attacks dont care if you're driving or not. Two, dont worry about parking the car, you have bigger problems. Lucky for us though, she was just panicked, and her heart was racing.. but not attacking. As her car was cleared another truck came in, pulled in the same way, and once it finally stopped, a male got out and said something was wrong with his sister, she got in the car and started sweating and being irresponsive. Stroke. I had to grab a wheel chair, flag another nurse and have him help me move this lady on the chair and then bring her in
2 cases withing the 10 minutes, but not bad, although the non critical cases were pilling up, people were complaining that their migranes were having to wait. Word of advice, please have more than a migrane when you come in, you'll be pushed to the back of the line if you do come.
And that's when the shit hit the so called fan. 2 other people showed up to what seemed like an empty ER room, and said simply 'I need help'. Their mother (this person was in their 40s) was having her own heart attack.
All in all a fun day
The next week though, there was friggin No one. Someone showed up because they fell playing basketball, and they knew a nurse. That was it. Me and the security guard stood and talked about people who drive expensive cars
Welcome to the ER
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| So here it is, the first post in 6 months, and the first one of 2008, and I really wish I had something intellectual, intellegent or atleast amusing to post, but then, this Is after all my blog, and previous posts should let you know that such expectations, along with aspirations of correct spelling will only lead to disappointment
Firstly though, I am Not a fan of this new layout. The old one had an easy link for creating new posts, everything was infront of you, and the only real menu one had to enter was the subscriptions page. not anymore, now we have a facebook stalkernet styled feed, bombarding more information than we care to see in an effort to force us to stay connected. I wonder who it worked for. I mean after all, this is a web blog, we're not on here because we have no time to check other people's sites, we're here because we feel the need to share certain things in our day to day lives and/or check how other people are doing.
Scrolling through my previous posts, I noticed alot of them had something to do with items or events on television. I dont have access to cable anymore, nor the time/energy/drive to cruise all the useless channels I used to. Perhaps that's why this post is already starting to sound like a chemistry bore session, you know, the type potent enough to put a hyper 5 year old into a coma
I guess looking back the one thing that occurs to me is that a lot more than just words will be lost when this xanga server finally crashes, as it surely will. Murphy's law says so. The comments that people left, are words, but more they're pictures to that time that they wrote them in. Back then, someone somewhere thought this particular thing was hilarious.
Oh yes. This place used to be Hilarious.
Then medicine and its classes came and took it away. Now any joke I make gets looks and comments such as "wtf does that mean". Like not what the f**k, but double-U, Tee, Eff. Ofcourse I cannot think of one such joke, except maybe this post
My commendations to those still reading, please continue, there might be candy at the end of this
Now is the time when I run out of things to say, and the conversation inevitably comes to that great filler phrase of the midwest: So what are you up to nowadays
eh, nothing, you know, [insert inane aside about current boring profession/classes]. Really, I tell people what I do nowadays and it sounds so much more exciting than it is. I volunteer at an ER, teach sunday school (yea I know, wierd, one class I subbed for wants me back, I think the main teacher doesnt like me anymore now) and during the week I observe at an arterial fibrilation lab, watching animals go though various procedures. It's was surreal at first, but now is the same old boring stuff as anything else. The ER gets exciting sometimes, but is mostly people coming in for headaches that have been there since "2000" (actual complaint) or for falling off of motorcycles and then wondering why they were in such pain. I dont know buddy, but let me wave this magic glove around it and tell me if it helps. One lady came in with a 4 inch gash from those knives that could cut through a concrete slab. Yea, when they cut, they dont stop, and when your vien gets in the way, it doesn't care.
Sunday school is almost over. The kids for the most part worry about the same things that their aduly counter parts worry about. What death will be like, how cool it will be when someone comes and finally straightens out the muslim community and when they will get to leave so that this mysterious person who will mysteriously fix everything can finally mysteriously appear.
Although on the upside, I went back to my old highschool for some band recital my sister forced me into coming to (they all thought I was her father, how cute, I had her at a healthy 11 years old, when I still said vhat fun yaar), and I noticed that while the structures and their teachers were the same, Nothing else was. It's been only 4 years, but that's how long it takes for the place to become strange. I left OSU pretty satisfied with how I spent my time, but always intended to come back and spend more time doing those little things I would skip with people I did not hang out with enough, and it occured to me finally that no I will not, because by the time I get back from med school, All these people will have either forgotten or moved on in one form or another. While I like to believe that I made friends long and strong enough that they would last, but I know better, people from my highschool I knew since 5th grade, and the ones I talk to I met in the last year
Se la vie.
And yes, I have an interview for a med school coming up. The school is a carib school, and while before I used to be afraid of being labeled into that category, after seeing enough caribean trained doctors compeletly own other doctors in both speed of diagnosis and procedure, I know better. The truth is that it doesnt really matter where you learn to do what, as long as you do so, and it doesnt matter what people say about who/what you are, as long as you like it. I didnt get into medicine to be liked, or to be popular, I'd have been in bussiness of that was the case (no offense if this offends you, but really if you are in business and no one likes you, you are either a CEO, the IRS or unemployed). I had a point in this somewhere, I promise
Oh yea, med school. yippee, but I am not in yet, and it's pointless to count unhatched eggs.
Another thought I always like to revisit is the abruptness of time and change because the two are not linear models, that are easy to predict. Last year at this time, I was living in a nice apartment, the prospect of a house was a distant what if, and now I am typing from my sister's old computer table, which is bent from having heavy monitors on it for over 6 years. For 11 years, we were trying to get rid of the one address and within the summer I completely forgot how to get there. Khair
I think this is enough blind typing for today, myfriend tells me that I should sleep and that they are going to help their sibs and then go to sleep anyways, so methinks I will take them up on the advice, Take care and Salaam
and as for the candy, what did I tell you about disappointment and this blog? see you have to pay attention to these little things
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