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cornerofmadnessBut before that let me say Dad is fine. He was home from his surgery by noon. I'm betting tomorrow will suck for him pain-wise though.
I truly do believe that the 1993 class of OCPM was cursed. Last year I wore one of the two pieces of jewelry from then that meant anything to me. I put my caduceus on my robes, the first time it had been out of the jewelry box in a decade or more. It fell off and I lost it. I cried and cried. I got it for my graduation from medical school. Today I wore the other piece, a one-time promise ring to a lover, a connemara claddagh ring again for the first time. It fell off my finger somewhere between Kroger's and the library. I looked and looked for it but I didn't find it. I'm heart broken over losing that ring.
Granted two lost pieces of jewelry does not a curse make but consider this: several students are dead already (we're only in our 40s). One of my good friends from then is in the hospital again, since graduation she has lost both legs and her career. Another friend was in such a severe car wreck she can barely walk and is in danger of brain herniation that they meshed back together (also lost her career). I was kicked by a patient and suffered nerve damage and lost my career. Another friend had only two children, both with birth defects, one so severe only 1000 people in the world have it. And the list goes on. It's a little creepy if you ask me.
And of course I did NOT forget. HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!
Have some Chieftains and Corrs for a themed Music Monday.
This made me laugh
So this asshole is dying I think some of the groups saying we won't stoop to his level by picketing his funeral is a good thing but on the other hand his son has some huge balls for asking people not to do it. Not so nice when the shoe is on the other foot.
I want my ring and caduceus back
I truly do believe that the 1993 class of OCPM was cursed. Last year I wore one of the two pieces of jewelry from then that meant anything to me. I put my caduceus on my robes, the first time it had been out of the jewelry box in a decade or more. It fell off and I lost it. I cried and cried. I got it for my graduation from medical school. Today I wore the other piece, a one-time promise ring to a lover, a connemara claddagh ring again for the first time. It fell off my finger somewhere between Kroger's and the library. I looked and looked for it but I didn't find it. I'm heart broken over losing that ring.
Granted two lost pieces of jewelry does not a curse make but consider this: several students are dead already (we're only in our 40s). One of my good friends from then is in the hospital again, since graduation she has lost both legs and her career. Another friend was in such a severe car wreck she can barely walk and is in danger of brain herniation that they meshed back together (also lost her career). I was kicked by a patient and suffered nerve damage and lost my career. Another friend had only two children, both with birth defects, one so severe only 1000 people in the world have it. And the list goes on. It's a little creepy if you ask me.
And of course I did NOT forget. HAPPY ST. PADDY'S DAY!
Have some Chieftains and Corrs for a themed Music Monday.
This made me laugh
So this asshole is dying I think some of the groups saying we won't stoop to his level by picketing his funeral is a good thing but on the other hand his son has some huge balls for asking people not to do it. Not so nice when the shoe is on the other foot.
I want my ring and caduceus back
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