The Isolated Blurt Thread XIX: Ice Cream Has No Bones

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summer vacation almost over. my youngest is home from france, tanned, rested and ready to start his GCSE years. my eldest passed her A-levels, is enrolled in college, and has all but bankrupted me for course supplies. the mutt is now trained to the point where she'll be ok in the house for the 8 hours everyone will be out for. just this once, all is going to plan.

doing the various notifications for change of job/income, it struck me again that I've doubled my wages, changing from my old job to the new one. and my first pay review, after a few months, will see it go up even more. which is great. fantastic. awesome. but... while this job is many shades of cool, does it really deserve so much greater reward than looking after the dying? I feel sort of guilty and sort of angry. screwed up world.

also, the machine broke down. four days after I said we needed a new one and my co-worker disagreed. so I get to be both frustrated and smug.
I've improved upon their method for two of the simplest processes, but now i'm eying up their latest, experimental stuff. they've not asked for my input, obviously, with me being so new, but I think I have a better idea... which may or may not work.


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I am having a really bad allergic reaction. My whole left eye is swollen, I have hives on my cheek and it hurts.

This sucks monkey balls.
 
My left leg aches. It always worries me that I have another clot starting.
 
Holy shit, Batman! I had a 57 year old patient today that looked, maybe, 40. I

checked his name and birthday 20 times before I believed him. His wife giggled and said

she didn't believe him either when they met. He was incredibly good looking. :heart:
 
My libido is just fine, thank you. The fact that, 9 times out of 10, I'd take a nap over a fuck (and on the tenth time I'd choose the other half dozen slices of pizza that leaves me about as mobile as the majestic manatee marooned upon a mountaintop, thereby making a nap most necessary and a fuck nigh impossible) doesn't make me some sort of sexual anorexic. I just have the experience and wisdom to know that even the worst nap is still better than the best sex.
 
You stubborn SOB. When you were first diagnosed 4 years ago, you thought that praying was going to heal you. You should have listened to the doctors, after all, didn't the guy you're praying to put them on earth for a reason? Now, there is no hope. And you've dashed all hope by refusing treatment and checking yourself out of the hospital against the advise of the docs. We were never really friends, but we've worked together for 15 years or so. I'm gonna miss you.
 
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