Terence on tryptophan.

I think, I mean, I’m pretty sure everyone dug the deep fried turkey.

seriouslythough:

This is so great.

glad to see I share a pet peeve with someone who has the forethought to do something about it.

• me: wow! can they get married already?
• mom: HA they don't have the MONEY to get married!
• me: did you have money when you got married?
• mom: .... ok good point.

Nightminds by Missy Higgins

theshalom:

You know those days where everything seems to be a test of your patience and sanity? Apparently, today is my turn. I’m not even at the halfway point, but today has already seen:

• A patient pay for his copay almost entirely in dimes and pennies.
• A conversation with a sweet, old pharmacist that happens to have an incredibly thick, almost unintelligible Vietnamese accent. Here’s my interpretation of what he said.
  • Me: Hi! I just wanted to know if you carried Albuterol inhalation solution for nebulizers?
    
    Pharmacist: Good.
    
    Me: I’m sorry? Good?
    
    Pharmacist: Yah. Today, you bring chicken.
    
    Me: Chicken? Um, I was asking about albuterol. For asthm—
    
    Pharmacist: Yah. Chicken. Come today. Ok?
    
    Me: No no. Albuterol. For a nebulizer. For asthma.
    
    Pharmacist: Good.
• A phone call from a patient where I spent half an hour trying to explain that she couldn’t make an appointment for November 14th because that was three days ago and our office policy is to make appointments for the future. After repeated attempts to convince her of the date or to look at a calendar, I gave up and told her that our office time machine was out for repairs.

If the afternoon is anything like the morning, my brain might break. But so far, it looks promising. I’m currently on hold, waiting for Dr. Long Dang. So, my concerns have shifted from pulling my hair out in frustration to biting my tongue and not saying “Long Dong” or greeting the doctor with, “What up, Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaang?”

I will add to your list, although I have no witty jokes.

Today, I had someone request a discount off a year’s worth of fees because the house’s cook was sick for one week.

Then had someone who requested I write a letter of recommendation that he’s paid all his bills on time get pissed off when I pointed he’d paid late half the time, including one payment that was 5 weeks late.

And then I was mildly threatened by a military officer because I wouldn’t take the blame for his wife’s typographical error.

Huzzah! Today, we are done with you.

“he’s not a douchebag, he’s a family man!” - ginger

Rowing Through Darkness

I’ve had the pleasure of volunteering alongside Aerial over the years at various guide dog events.  A few years ago she introduced adaptive rowing at an annual event involving visually impaired youth.  These kids are always carefully guarded by their parents, teachers, society.  They don’t have physical outlets the way most kids do - they can’t easily exert themselves, throw footballs, play tennis.  Some of them have never run.

I must admit I was skeptical when I first saw the ergs set up at an event.  My dad had a rowing machine when I was little, the thing was a lot of work.  But then I watched some of the kids sit down, grab hold of the bar and push and pull as hard as they possibly could.  Aerial would lead the team of instructors in cheers GO! GO! GO! The kids felt hearts race, their muscles burn, and every single one of them left smiling because for a moment - just a moment - their visual impairment didn’t matter.  They are reminded just what their bodies are capable of doing.

And the faces of their parents glow.  Oh, they glow.

It is an old and ironic habit of human beings to run faster when we have lost our way.

-

Rollo May

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