Sometimes I wish we had tails, if only so we too could wiggle and writhe during moments of anticipatory bliss. [...]
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For a change, this installment’s bag photo is as literal as it gets: it’s me wearing my bag o’ Cefazolin (click on the image to see it full-size on Flickr). My bug-eyed stare indicates my continuing state of shock. Before anyone else asks, I don’t yet know the specific bacterial organism I’m fighting off. Should [...] A couple of quick updates to my last post, Shellshocked: the antibiotic I’m receiving is Cefazolin. The pump runs every 8 hours, 30 minutes at a time. The results of my most recent blood cultures are in, and they show some level of bacterial infection, so I’m definitely doing the right thing. The tech who [...] What am I being a big old pussy about today? Trapping. A young nephew in Missouri is a hunter. He also traps coyotes and bobcats and posts photos on Facebook. Photos of living animals in pain. I unfriended him yesterday in order to block those photos. That sounds pathetic and weak, but I don’t know [...] Confidently awaiting a new round of News at Ten hysteria over teenagers burning out their stomachs after quaffing liquid nitrogen cocktails. Do you know what your children are drinking? So sick, so very sick of the 24/7 media focus on the recent presidential candidates’ debate. Yes, Obama did poorly. Yes, Romney told a pack of [...] |
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