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#10895
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Posted 03 May 2014 - 02:56 AM
It's always nice when, despite the looming specter of lost jobs under restructuring, one of the managers actually asks you if you'd consider putting a job on their reporting line as your preference. >.>
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Shinrei said:
<Vote Silencer> For not garnering any heat or any love for that matter. And I'm being serious here, it's like a mental block that is there, and you just keep forgetting it.
#10896
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Waiting till jean gets here.
Posted 03 May 2014 - 06:13 AM
I got gifted an I-pad air out the blue.
loaded on it? All the ICE Novels and an amazon coupon big enough to buy the first 6 books of the main series! Perhaps the best gift I've ever recieved. I'm nearing the end of Soldiers live by Glen Cook as we speak so really keen to get back into the Malazan. Will start a long anticipated read of stonewielder by days end!
loaded on it? All the ICE Novels and an amazon coupon big enough to buy the first 6 books of the main series! Perhaps the best gift I've ever recieved. I'm nearing the end of Soldiers live by Glen Cook as we speak so really keen to get back into the Malazan. Will start a long anticipated read of stonewielder by days end!
“Behind this mask there is more than just flesh. Beneath this mask there is an idea... and ideas are bulletproof Gas-Fireproof.”
#10897
Tsundoku
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Posted 04 May 2014 - 02:43 AM
Don't know if this belongs in the other thread but oh well ...
I'm back from field well over a week early. To be more accurate, I was out of field before 3 days was up. To do this all I had to do was completely lose my appetite leading myself and other to think I was having some sort of anxiety attack (days 2 and 3 were very stressful for my particular section, even if it only was admin), but this was revised when I saw the medic, asking for stuff for a sore throat and he gave me some strepsils and told me to come back if i felt worse. A few hours later I had a temp of over 39C, my blood pressure had crashed from around 115-120 / 70 to about 42 / 20, I had the shakes something fierce, no energy etc and these funny pimple/pustule things coming up on my tongue and back of throat. Medic sends me back to the military hospital in Brisbane. This is Tuesday night, after heading out on Sunday morning.
The military hospital keeps me only overnight. In an isolation section. The pain relief they have can't help me sleep as my throat feels like it's on fire and every time I swallow I'm almost in tears. This is not very manly at all. I haven't eaten in nearly 2 days by now. Next thing I know it's Wed morning and there are these civvy paramedics in my room putting me on to one of those stretchers that look like they're out of Star Trek. Then they cannulate both arms. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate needles? My temp is still about 38C or so, BP still around 45 / 25, or so they tell me. All I want is to be able to eat something. If I had any appetite, that is.
After a ride where the trainee ambulance driver manages to find every pothole between Enoggera and the Royal Brisbane Hospital (turns out there's quite a few), I'm in Emergency at the RBH. I stay there a while as various smart people come and go and quiz me about when I was last overseas and my sexual history. My standard answer becomes "2009, and I have a toddler so I don't get any". Eventually after much yadda yadda yadda they send me to the infectious diseases unit. The room is very nice, and as I'm a military patient, I'm treated like a private patient. Score! It's also funny as I'm a Private. Ha freaking ha.
By the time I get discharged I have had about 12-14 saline and maybe 8 bags of 2 types of broad-spectrum antibiotics in me in cannula points on the inside of both elbows (MOST uncomfortable). I've had blood taken about 7-8 times and they think it's cute I insist on the emla cream when they can't use the cannula to draw blood. "That's for kids" they tell me. "I don't give a shit" I smile back. I have 12 pustules on my tongue and noone can count the ones on my throat but they feel like they're the size of golf balls. I discover Endone. Sweet, sweet Endone. I start to recover - BP goes up, temp starts to come down a bit more from "Mt Doom toasty" to "Mordor ambient". I actually try to eat some of the stuff they bring me. Anything that is not bland and pureed just hurts. But I manage to get some of it down, in larger and larger amounts each time. By the time my unit brings the Mrs and toddler (they put our kids seat in the beack of the duty vehicle) to see me, the flying wedge of infectious diseases doctors have given me the happy news that it's definitely not the HIV or the Hep or anything nasty like that. No, it's most likely (pending final results next week) to be some shit called cocksackie virus http://en.wikipedia..../Coxsackievirus
I think it just sounds like cocksucker virus, especially with the whole tongue-and-throat-pustules thing. They frown when I start laughing and explain why. They tell me I have had a "Serious Viral Episode" (I shit you not, you could even hear the capitals in the lead doc's voice).
"Is that like the Red Wedding?" I ask. One of them laughs, the youngest dude. The rest don't get it.
Apparently the fact my kid started at daycare this year could have something to do with it. No wonder I've been ill so much this year, those places are like goddamn petri dishes.
They tell me as my vitals have gone back to almost normal I can get discharged if I want. Otherwise it's stay in over the weekend. I'm dressed before they finish the sentence. I'm going to miss all the ice cream, jelly (NOT jell-o you illiterates) and yoghurt the food ladies kept adding to my tray when I couldn't eat much else. See, even in a near-death experience my body still prefers the good stuff.
I get brought home in the duty vehicle on Friday afternoon. We drop the Mrs and Mini-Sombra off and I continue to base so I can fill in a sick leave form. Everyone stays well away from me - if only it could always be like this. I freak them out by poking my tongue out at them with all the cool pustules on it. Then I take my car home. Very, very slowly because of the MASSIVE FUCKING DOWNPOUR as well as my slightly-diminished skills. I get home safely and go to bed for a bajillion hours.
Feeling much better now. Still can't have anything scratchy on the throat, but I have been destroying the custard/yoghurt/ice cream/etc. The Mrs tells me I've lost weight so I take a look at myself in the mirror. It appears I have. All that hard work at PT now gone, back to Mr Skinny Muppet Arms. Oh well. At least I'm getting better and don't go back to work until Wednesday.
I'm back from field well over a week early. To be more accurate, I was out of field before 3 days was up. To do this all I had to do was completely lose my appetite leading myself and other to think I was having some sort of anxiety attack (days 2 and 3 were very stressful for my particular section, even if it only was admin), but this was revised when I saw the medic, asking for stuff for a sore throat and he gave me some strepsils and told me to come back if i felt worse. A few hours later I had a temp of over 39C, my blood pressure had crashed from around 115-120 / 70 to about 42 / 20, I had the shakes something fierce, no energy etc and these funny pimple/pustule things coming up on my tongue and back of throat. Medic sends me back to the military hospital in Brisbane. This is Tuesday night, after heading out on Sunday morning.
The military hospital keeps me only overnight. In an isolation section. The pain relief they have can't help me sleep as my throat feels like it's on fire and every time I swallow I'm almost in tears. This is not very manly at all. I haven't eaten in nearly 2 days by now. Next thing I know it's Wed morning and there are these civvy paramedics in my room putting me on to one of those stretchers that look like they're out of Star Trek. Then they cannulate both arms. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate needles? My temp is still about 38C or so, BP still around 45 / 25, or so they tell me. All I want is to be able to eat something. If I had any appetite, that is.
After a ride where the trainee ambulance driver manages to find every pothole between Enoggera and the Royal Brisbane Hospital (turns out there's quite a few), I'm in Emergency at the RBH. I stay there a while as various smart people come and go and quiz me about when I was last overseas and my sexual history. My standard answer becomes "2009, and I have a toddler so I don't get any". Eventually after much yadda yadda yadda they send me to the infectious diseases unit. The room is very nice, and as I'm a military patient, I'm treated like a private patient. Score! It's also funny as I'm a Private. Ha freaking ha.
By the time I get discharged I have had about 12-14 saline and maybe 8 bags of 2 types of broad-spectrum antibiotics in me in cannula points on the inside of both elbows (MOST uncomfortable). I've had blood taken about 7-8 times and they think it's cute I insist on the emla cream when they can't use the cannula to draw blood. "That's for kids" they tell me. "I don't give a shit" I smile back. I have 12 pustules on my tongue and noone can count the ones on my throat but they feel like they're the size of golf balls. I discover Endone. Sweet, sweet Endone. I start to recover - BP goes up, temp starts to come down a bit more from "Mt Doom toasty" to "Mordor ambient". I actually try to eat some of the stuff they bring me. Anything that is not bland and pureed just hurts. But I manage to get some of it down, in larger and larger amounts each time. By the time my unit brings the Mrs and toddler (they put our kids seat in the beack of the duty vehicle) to see me, the flying wedge of infectious diseases doctors have given me the happy news that it's definitely not the HIV or the Hep or anything nasty like that. No, it's most likely (pending final results next week) to be some shit called cocksackie virus http://en.wikipedia..../Coxsackievirus
I think it just sounds like cocksucker virus, especially with the whole tongue-and-throat-pustules thing. They frown when I start laughing and explain why. They tell me I have had a "Serious Viral Episode" (I shit you not, you could even hear the capitals in the lead doc's voice).
"Is that like the Red Wedding?" I ask. One of them laughs, the youngest dude. The rest don't get it.
Apparently the fact my kid started at daycare this year could have something to do with it. No wonder I've been ill so much this year, those places are like goddamn petri dishes.
They tell me as my vitals have gone back to almost normal I can get discharged if I want. Otherwise it's stay in over the weekend. I'm dressed before they finish the sentence. I'm going to miss all the ice cream, jelly (NOT jell-o you illiterates) and yoghurt the food ladies kept adding to my tray when I couldn't eat much else. See, even in a near-death experience my body still prefers the good stuff.
I get brought home in the duty vehicle on Friday afternoon. We drop the Mrs and Mini-Sombra off and I continue to base so I can fill in a sick leave form. Everyone stays well away from me - if only it could always be like this. I freak them out by poking my tongue out at them with all the cool pustules on it. Then I take my car home. Very, very slowly because of the MASSIVE FUCKING DOWNPOUR as well as my slightly-diminished skills. I get home safely and go to bed for a bajillion hours.
Feeling much better now. Still can't have anything scratchy on the throat, but I have been destroying the custard/yoghurt/ice cream/etc. The Mrs tells me I've lost weight so I take a look at myself in the mirror. It appears I have. All that hard work at PT now gone, back to Mr Skinny Muppet Arms. Oh well. At least I'm getting better and don't go back to work until Wednesday.
This post has been edited by Sombra: 04 May 2014 - 03:08 AM
"Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious." - Indomitable Courteous (Icy) Fist, The Palace Job - Patrick Weekes
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
#10898
Tiste Simeon
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Posted 04 May 2014 - 08:26 AM
For those who cant be bothered to read Sombras post, I did a TL;DR - got man flu, skived off work for a few days. 
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#10899
Gothos
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Posted 04 May 2014 - 11:16 AM
GoT season 2 with the GF. she bit the bait!
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#10900
Solidsnape
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- From good 'ol Newcastle upon Tyne.
Posted 04 May 2014 - 05:11 PM
Gothos, on 04 May 2014 - 11:16 AM, said:
GoT season 2 with the GF. she bit the bait!
Me too!!
Though not technically tonight. But all week we've been binge watching. I've even postponed my watching of season 4 so can watch together when she catches up.
We done the exact same thing for TWD, she binged and we watched season 4 together (from the break that is).
I'd better be careful, she's just turning into me. The implications.....
"If you seek the crumpled bones of the T'lan Imass,
gather into one hand the sands of Raraku"
The Holy Desert
- Anonymous.
gather into one hand the sands of Raraku"
The Holy Desert
- Anonymous.
#10901
Tiste Simeon
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Posted 04 May 2014 - 06:33 PM
Annual Star Wars terrible pun-fest is going well. Thanks once again to RLY for joining in!
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#10902
Traveller
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Posted 04 May 2014 - 07:25 PM
Sombra, on 04 May 2014 - 02:43 AM, said:
Don't know if this belongs in the other thread but oh well ...
I'm back from field well over a week early. To be more accurate, I was out of field before 3 days was up. To do this all I had to do was completely lose my appetite leading myself and other to think I was having some sort of anxiety attack (days 2 and 3 were very stressful for my particular section, even if it only was admin), but this was revised when I saw the medic, asking for stuff for a sore throat and he gave me some strepsils and told me to come back if i felt worse. A few hours later I had a temp of over 39C, my blood pressure had crashed from around 115-120 / 70 to about 42 / 20, I had the shakes something fierce, no energy etc and these funny pimple/pustule things coming up on my tongue and back of throat. Medic sends me back to the military hospital in Brisbane. This is Tuesday night, after heading out on Sunday morning.
The military hospital keeps me only overnight. In an isolation section. The pain relief they have can't help me sleep as my throat feels like it's on fire and every time I swallow I'm almost in tears. This is not very manly at all. I haven't eaten in nearly 2 days by now. Next thing I know it's Wed morning and there are these civvy paramedics in my room putting me on to one of those stretchers that look like they're out of Star Trek. Then they cannulate both arms. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate needles? My temp is still about 38C or so, BP still around 45 / 25, or so they tell me. All I want is to be able to eat something. If I had any appetite, that is.
After a ride where the trainee ambulance driver manages to find every pothole between Enoggera and the Royal Brisbane Hospital (turns out there's quite a few), I'm in Emergency at the RBH. I stay there a while as various smart people come and go and quiz me about when I was last overseas and my sexual history. My standard answer becomes "2009, and I have a toddler so I don't get any". Eventually after much yadda yadda yadda they send me to the infectious diseases unit. The room is very nice, and as I'm a military patient, I'm treated like a private patient. Score! It's also funny as I'm a Private. Ha freaking ha.
By the time I get discharged I have had about 12-14 saline and maybe 8 bags of 2 types of broad-spectrum antibiotics in me in cannula points on the inside of both elbows (MOST uncomfortable). I've had blood taken about 7-8 times and they think it's cute I insist on the emla cream when they can't use the cannula to draw blood. "That's for kids" they tell me. "I don't give a shit" I smile back. I have 12 pustules on my tongue and noone can count the ones on my throat but they feel like they're the size of golf balls. I discover Endone. Sweet, sweet Endone. I start to recover - BP goes up, temp starts to come down a bit more from "Mt Doom toasty" to "Mordor ambient". I actually try to eat some of the stuff they bring me. Anything that is not bland and pureed just hurts. But I manage to get some of it down, in larger and larger amounts each time. By the time my unit brings the Mrs and toddler (they put our kids seat in the beack of the duty vehicle) to see me, the flying wedge of infectious diseases doctors have given me the happy news that it's definitely not the HIV or the Hep or anything nasty like that. No, it's most likely (pending final results next week) to be some shit called cocksackie virus http://en.wikipedia..../Coxsackievirus
I think it just sounds like cocksucker virus, especially with the whole tongue-and-throat-pustules thing. They frown when I start laughing and explain why. They tell me I have had a "Serious Viral Episode" (I shit you not, you could even hear the capitals in the lead doc's voice).
"Is that like the Red Wedding?" I ask. One of them laughs, the youngest dude. The rest don't get it.
Apparently the fact my kid started at daycare this year could have something to do with it. No wonder I've been ill so much this year, those places are like goddamn petri dishes.
They tell me as my vitals have gone back to almost normal I can get discharged if I want. Otherwise it's stay in over the weekend. I'm dressed before they finish the sentence. I'm going to miss all the ice cream, jelly (NOT jell-o you illiterates) and yoghurt the food ladies kept adding to my tray when I couldn't eat much else. See, even in a near-death experience my body still prefers the good stuff.
I get brought home in the duty vehicle on Friday afternoon. We drop the Mrs and Mini-Sombra off and I continue to base so I can fill in a sick leave form. Everyone stays well away from me - if only it could always be like this. I freak them out by poking my tongue out at them with all the cool pustules on it. Then I take my car home. Very, very slowly because of the MASSIVE FUCKING DOWNPOUR as well as my slightly-diminished skills. I get home safely and go to bed for a bajillion hours.
Feeling much better now. Still can't have anything scratchy on the throat, but I have been destroying the custard/yoghurt/ice cream/etc. The Mrs tells me I've lost weight so I take a look at myself in the mi.rror. It appears I have. All that hard work at PT now gone, back to Mr Skinny Muppet Arms. Oh well. At least I'm getting better and don't go back to work until Wednesday.
I'm back from field well over a week early. To be more accurate, I was out of field before 3 days was up. To do this all I had to do was completely lose my appetite leading myself and other to think I was having some sort of anxiety attack (days 2 and 3 were very stressful for my particular section, even if it only was admin), but this was revised when I saw the medic, asking for stuff for a sore throat and he gave me some strepsils and told me to come back if i felt worse. A few hours later I had a temp of over 39C, my blood pressure had crashed from around 115-120 / 70 to about 42 / 20, I had the shakes something fierce, no energy etc and these funny pimple/pustule things coming up on my tongue and back of throat. Medic sends me back to the military hospital in Brisbane. This is Tuesday night, after heading out on Sunday morning.
The military hospital keeps me only overnight. In an isolation section. The pain relief they have can't help me sleep as my throat feels like it's on fire and every time I swallow I'm almost in tears. This is not very manly at all. I haven't eaten in nearly 2 days by now. Next thing I know it's Wed morning and there are these civvy paramedics in my room putting me on to one of those stretchers that look like they're out of Star Trek. Then they cannulate both arms. Have I ever mentioned how much I hate needles? My temp is still about 38C or so, BP still around 45 / 25, or so they tell me. All I want is to be able to eat something. If I had any appetite, that is.
After a ride where the trainee ambulance driver manages to find every pothole between Enoggera and the Royal Brisbane Hospital (turns out there's quite a few), I'm in Emergency at the RBH. I stay there a while as various smart people come and go and quiz me about when I was last overseas and my sexual history. My standard answer becomes "2009, and I have a toddler so I don't get any". Eventually after much yadda yadda yadda they send me to the infectious diseases unit. The room is very nice, and as I'm a military patient, I'm treated like a private patient. Score! It's also funny as I'm a Private. Ha freaking ha.
By the time I get discharged I have had about 12-14 saline and maybe 8 bags of 2 types of broad-spectrum antibiotics in me in cannula points on the inside of both elbows (MOST uncomfortable). I've had blood taken about 7-8 times and they think it's cute I insist on the emla cream when they can't use the cannula to draw blood. "That's for kids" they tell me. "I don't give a shit" I smile back. I have 12 pustules on my tongue and noone can count the ones on my throat but they feel like they're the size of golf balls. I discover Endone. Sweet, sweet Endone. I start to recover - BP goes up, temp starts to come down a bit more from "Mt Doom toasty" to "Mordor ambient". I actually try to eat some of the stuff they bring me. Anything that is not bland and pureed just hurts. But I manage to get some of it down, in larger and larger amounts each time. By the time my unit brings the Mrs and toddler (they put our kids seat in the beack of the duty vehicle) to see me, the flying wedge of infectious diseases doctors have given me the happy news that it's definitely not the HIV or the Hep or anything nasty like that. No, it's most likely (pending final results next week) to be some shit called cocksackie virus http://en.wikipedia..../Coxsackievirus
I think it just sounds like cocksucker virus, especially with the whole tongue-and-throat-pustules thing. They frown when I start laughing and explain why. They tell me I have had a "Serious Viral Episode" (I shit you not, you could even hear the capitals in the lead doc's voice).
"Is that like the Red Wedding?" I ask. One of them laughs, the youngest dude. The rest don't get it.
Apparently the fact my kid started at daycare this year could have something to do with it. No wonder I've been ill so much this year, those places are like goddamn petri dishes.
They tell me as my vitals have gone back to almost normal I can get discharged if I want. Otherwise it's stay in over the weekend. I'm dressed before they finish the sentence. I'm going to miss all the ice cream, jelly (NOT jell-o you illiterates) and yoghurt the food ladies kept adding to my tray when I couldn't eat much else. See, even in a near-death experience my body still prefers the good stuff.
I get brought home in the duty vehicle on Friday afternoon. We drop the Mrs and Mini-Sombra off and I continue to base so I can fill in a sick leave form. Everyone stays well away from me - if only it could always be like this. I freak them out by poking my tongue out at them with all the cool pustules on it. Then I take my car home. Very, very slowly because of the MASSIVE FUCKING DOWNPOUR as well as my slightly-diminished skills. I get home safely and go to bed for a bajillion hours.
Feeling much better now. Still can't have anything scratchy on the throat, but I have been destroying the custard/yoghurt/ice cream/etc. The Mrs tells me I've lost weight so I take a look at myself in the mi.rror. It appears I have. All that hard work at PT now gone, back to Mr Skinny Muppet Arms. Oh well. At least I'm getting better and don't go back to work until Wednesday.
Otherwise known as hand, foot and mouth. Nurseries are terrible places, I hadn't been ill for years until my kids started at one. Snots and shits and weird skin things and colds and coughs and conjunctivitis and fuck knows what else. Oh, she came home with worms once. Jebus.
Hope you feel better soon man.
I'm just happy now I have Godzilla tickets booked.
This post has been edited by Traveller: 04 May 2014 - 07:29 PM
So that's the story. And what was the real lesson? Don't leave things in the fridge.
#10903
Tsundoku
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Posted 07 May 2014 - 01:18 AM
Much less conflicted today: went back to work, reported to the Doc as ordered and he gave me the rest of the week off as I'm still recovering. In his words "you feel OK at the moment, but in an hour or 2 you'll fall flat on your face".
Fair enough, I'll take that. Felt a bit guilty when I went back to the office to let them know and there was only 3 people there. Fortunately it has been been very quiet while I've been away so there's that at least.
(.... aaaand fire away ...
)
Fair enough, I'll take that. Felt a bit guilty when I went back to the office to let them know and there was only 3 people there. Fortunately it has been been very quiet while I've been away so there's that at least.
(.... aaaand fire away ...
)
This post has been edited by Sombra: 07 May 2014 - 01:19 AM
"Fortune favors the bold, though statistics favor the cautious." - Indomitable Courteous (Icy) Fist, The Palace Job - Patrick Weekes
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
"Well well well ... if it ain't The Invisible C**t." - Billy Butcher, The Boys
"I have strong views about not tempting providence and, as a wise man once said, the difference between luck and a wheelbarrow is, luck doesn’t work if you push it." - Colonel Orhan, Sixteen Ways to Defend a Walled City - KJ Parker
#10905
Solidsnape
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- From good 'ol Newcastle upon Tyne.
Posted 10 May 2014 - 03:01 AM
My nephew has had his cochlear implants fitted today without incident.
5 years old, and 6 hours of surgery. Such a brave boy.
He's been through so much recently, I hope he gets well soon and I'm SUPER proud of him.
5 years old, and 6 hours of surgery. Such a brave boy.
He's been through so much recently, I hope he gets well soon and I'm SUPER proud of him.
"If you seek the crumpled bones of the T'lan Imass,
gather into one hand the sands of Raraku"
The Holy Desert
- Anonymous.
gather into one hand the sands of Raraku"
The Holy Desert
- Anonymous.
#10907
Gothos
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Posted 10 May 2014 - 09:17 PM
Got the gf to play Skyrim for an hour or so. She's never played any games but she's learning quickly. She's not thinking of it as a torment, and she likes how there's food and you can sit in stuff and there's flowers to pick etc... but she seems to not have a thing for violence, so that might be a problem... 
It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort without error and shortcomings; but who does actually strive to do the deed; who knows the great enthusiasm, the great devotion, who spends himself in a worthy cause, who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement and who at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly. So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who know neither victory nor defeat.
#10908
Tiste Simeon
- Faith, Heavy Metal & Bacon
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Posted 11 May 2014 - 03:27 PM
Morgoth, on 10 May 2014 - 08:00 PM, said:
Champagne and the Eurovision!
Despite the song being truly awful, that winning track did well in that it seems a lot of people voted partly to annoy Russia!
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#10909
QuickTidal
- Lord of the Kicks
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Posted 11 May 2014 - 08:40 PM
I got married yesterday afternoon to the most amazing woman ever.
Best day of my life.
Best day of my life.
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#10911
Tiste Simeon
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Posted 11 May 2014 - 09:12 PM
QuickTidal, on 11 May 2014 - 08:40 PM, said:
I got married yesterday afternoon to the most amazing woman ever.
Best day of my life.
Best day of my life.
You married my wife??
*tumbleweed*
In all seriousness, congrats old chap. Enjoy every second of your honeymoon!
A Haunting Poem
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
I Scream
You Scream
We all Scream
For I Scream.
#10912
QuickTidal
- Lord of the Kicks
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Posted 11 May 2014 - 09:36 PM
worry, on 11 May 2014 - 09:08 PM, said:
What books did you get for the honeymoon?
So far? SKIN GAME and BROKEM HOMES...and I'm petitioning Anthony Ryan for TOWER LORD as an arc.
Tisteon Simeonus, on 11 May 2014 - 09:12 PM, said:
QuickTidal, on 11 May 2014 - 08:40 PM, said:
I got married yesterday afternoon to the most amazing woman ever.
Best day of my life.
Best day of my life.
You married my wife??
*tumbleweed*
In all seriousness, congrats old chap. Enjoy every second of your honeymoon!
Thanks man! I'm sure we all married the most amazing woman ever.
"When the last tree has fallen, and the rivers are poisoned, you cannot eat money, oh no." ~Aurora
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
"Someone will always try to sell you despair, just so they don't feel alone." ~Ursula Vernon
#10913
Studious Lock
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Posted 11 May 2014 - 09:39 PM
cant find the chat thread. COME CHAT. THAT WILL MAKE ME HAPPY.
Hi, I'm Tom, and I put the Man in Mandolin.
