ObT: Possible side effects of indometacin, among many others: blood in the
faeces, black tarry stools, skin peeling or blistering, red tender nodules
on the shins, swelling of the face, mental disturbances, involuntary jerky
movements, inflammation of the brain and spinal membranes, deposits in the
cornea, loss of balance, hair loss, bleeding from the vagina, breast
development in men.
Well, at least I haven't got a vagina. Probably have tits soon, though.
> port-swilling retired colonels, but let me tell you this: that
> cartoonish, testy, choleric bad temper is perfectly understandable when
> *nothing* will relieve the pain in the large joint of your big toe.
take some Voltaren and shut up.
then
"nikolai kingsley" <sher...@invalid.alphalink.com.au> wrote
> take some Voltaren and shut up.
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> too much effort for no return.
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> my next guess would have been islamic. they're so *touchy*.
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> Australian newsreader who was on holiday in the middle of the bush fires.
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> oh yeah. people are absolutely terrified that some guys they don't know
> might off themselves.
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> in order to save the village, we had to destroy it.
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> if Ron Barassi died suddenly, you wouldn't know or care.
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I'm not alone in the Grumpy Bastards club though, am I, Nik, old bean?
vellov
ObT: had to get a blood test done this morning, to check uric acid levels.
It was the phlebotomist's first day. Took him ages to find the vein in my
right arm at all, after prodding and probing and twisting the needle
sideways, and then he only got half a vial of blood. They're huge spikes, as
well, wide enough to allow the passage of thick cholesterol-laden blood
that's practically raw black pudding. I was tempted to grab the syringe from
him and do it myself, but that would have betrayed too many of the Secrets
of my Past. He told me after that it had been difficult because my vein was
'sort of spiral.' I nearly said 'Wait 'til you see my dick,' but I was
feeling a bit light-headed and thought I ought to go.
i've got gout.
no, i'm just a little on edge because one of my cow orkers lost half his
hand to a grinding machine that i have to feed material into. i'm not
that worried; Ardie is an alcoholic. he didn't feel any pain for the
first thirty seconds or so.
"stop whining, you've still got most of your thumb, there."
> no, i'm just a little on edge because one of my cow orkers lost half his
> hand to a grinding machine that i have to feed material into. i'm not that
> worried; Ardie is an alcoholic. he didn't feel any pain for the first
> thirty seconds or so.
I don't suppose anybody had the presence of mind to take pictures?
vellov
ObGout: Doctor said if it hadn't got better by today to go back there. It
hasn't - not properly - so another visit. The problem is now a red, swollen,
slightly spongy area on top of my big toe.
ObT: On a visit to Cardiff a while back, I walked through the shopping mall
in the town centre. It was crowded, all the benches full, but I noticed that
on one bench there was just one man, a youngish long-haired chap dressed in
jeans and a denim jacket. There was nobody near him, a sort of bubble of
space in the crowded centre. As I got closer, I noticed a strange sweetish
smell. The scent got stronger, with undertones of ammonia and something
else, a warm, dirty odour, tangy like cheese. I realised the odour was
coming from him. He was half-turned away from me: he reached behind him,
down into his beltless jeans, and rubbed his behind. As he pulled his hand
back out, a really harsh stink of shit came from him, layers of smell, fresh
and sharp over ancient and foul. I turned away and retreated a few feet. Now
that I looked at him properly, he was very unkempt, and I could see dirt on
his face. He obviously hadn't washed for weeks. He had the distant look of
the mentally ill. The smell came from him in waves, following a few seconds
behind his movements as the air wafted concentrically away from him. I
imagine the security guards had just decided they weren't going to go near
him. The contagious stink would have lingered in their hair and clothes.
Later that day, walking back through the market area of town, I caught a
whiff of the same rotten body odour. I looked around. Upwind, yes, there he
was, at least twenty feet away from me. His was probably the smelliest body
I've ever know a live human to have.
No-one does, this is correct. Write back when yer up to 10 oxycodone per
day which should certainly be sufficient but 'oh the pain' hahaha!
You are a classic example of a whinging POM.
I do sympathise for ur pain btw.