In reply to 'even illegible ones....?'
Two words: 'donald' and 'trump'
'Nuff said.
And hey, if his garbled schpiels of imbecility, horse shit and sabre-rattling are insufficient, then I have two more. 'George' and 'Bush'.
As for the pretty young lady, not impossible at all that was the reason she gets sent. Because if it had been a pudgy, balding 40-something old git with snaggle-teeth, lazy and with an attitude problem, then if DD didn't hit him in the jowels with a tyre iron, then somebody probably would, sooner or later
And he'd doubtless frequently get told 'well this is your problem, not mine, so why don't you take that shit back with you, lie on your back, with your legs in the air and use those forms to tickle your prostate, you fat, obnoxious, irritating little tosspot, before I decide you would be better off with your head being used to clean stray skid marks out of my toilet bowl'
Possibly even daily
People aren't all civilized. NT ones aren't even USUALLY so. Hell a sizeable proportion of them probably couldn't even be litter-box trained and housebroken. (maybe that should just read 'and house....', given that they are already broken. At best....unfinished, and very rough around the edges
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So its probably just as well to send someone even the crude, uncivilized, likely drunken arseholes would limit themselves in terms of such revolting behaviour to staring at their chest, rather than going looking for a hammer, a hacksaw, a roll of duct tape and about 50 liters of drain unblocker [It is not infrequently H2SO4, of the surprisingly high, for OTC materials, concentration of between 96 and 98-99%. I use it all the time, not for dissolving unwelcome house callers in the bathtub mind you, but for drying gases, when soaked into fiberglass and packed into a glass demijohn with multi-holed stoppers in the top attached to glass tubing, for scrubbing ammoniacal fumes, usually from generating ammonia from, conveniently enough, ammonium sulfate fertilizer by adding strong caustic soda to liberate the ammonia, the bits of NH3 that need scrubbing to prevent their egress into the surrounding atmosphere, being run through sulfuric drain cleaner soaked into glass wool (the rockwool is to serve as an absorbent, rather than bubbling the gas through liquid sulfuric and thus preventing suckback that could have disastrous consequences of a very, very ugly sort), and thus returning the waste ammonia back to the form in which it was originally, the sulfate salt, which is then simply recycled for generating more ammonia, making it quite a lot more economical
(also useful as a filling for my desiccator, which is made of glass and as such won't be attacked by the drying agent, which is kept away from the sample being dried, simply sitting underneath it with a grid of stiff metal meshwork above, to support whatever it is that is being dried out, since H2SO4 is not volatile, unless one subjects it to high vacuum; as long as one isn't dealing with oleum, which in any case wouldn't be used by any chemist in their right mind as a desiccant, as for one, it is most difficult to buy, for another, its highly dangerous, corrosive, vicious stuff, which IS volatile, or the extra SO3 dissolved in the H2SO4 is, giving off some most unpleasant fumes, in large quantity. And besides, SO3 is rather difficult to prepare and is very useful indeed, for making things like SOCl2, SOBr2, dimethyl or diethyl sulfate and other things besides. (the former two, thionyl chloride and thionyl bromide respectively are both halogenating agents, for easy, very quickly chlorinating or brominating things, or drying out anhydrous transition metal lewis acid halide salts from the hydrates, something which cannot be done using heat, as they would decompose instead; and great stuff for chlorination/brominations,
Because they are very fast to react, and if it is an equilibrium reaction, then the decomposition products are sulfur dioxide plus the corresponding hydrogen halide gas; both of which escape out of the reaction vessel to wherever it is one chooses to lead them away, which removes them from the system and pushes the equation towards the right, thus driving the reaction to completion.. The other two are highly potent alkylating agents. Extremely toxic, and highly carcinogenic in the event somebody is exposed to either and somehow survives the original exposure, but they ARE effective, and less costly to prepare than are methyl iodide or ethyl iodide. Which can be a bit tough for people to get hold of if they aren't in 'officialdom' as officially-sanctioned, recognized sheeple because while iodine isn't so hard to get, the alcohols definitely aren't difficult, one also needs a catalytic quantity of red phosphorus to act as a halogen transfer agent via in-situ formation of phosphorus halides. And red phosphorus IS hard to get, one of the hardest of all reagents to obtain perhaps/
It's right up there with nitroethane, concentrated hydrogen peroxide and even harder to get than inorganic hydrides like LAH, NaH, KH and the like due to it's use for small scale mom-and-pop type meth cooking, Never mind that that represents only a tiny fraction of methamphetamine production in the US, with hundreds of kg to TONS or even tens of tons being brewed up over the border in mexico by the big cartels, and which are unlikely to even be USING the red phosphorus/iodine based Nagai reduction of pseudoephedrine or ephedrine, and are much more probably going to go via synthesis of P2P (phenylacetone) followed by reductive amination using methylamine instead, along with reducing agent of choice, like catalytic hydrogenation with palladium or platinum on carbon, or cheaper by far, using Raney nickel or Urushibara nickel.
But still, its watched as all fuck (red P), I'm very, very lucky to be able to get in kg quantities, rather than maybe if lucky, many people having to buy tiny little element collector's samples, weighing a gram or so a piece)
As for me today, went to the doctor, ended up being given some additional pain meds, on a temp basis, plus antibiotics for an infection near my shoulder. Not a serious one, but all the same, I have an excessive vulnerability to bacterial infections, for some unknown reason. Something weird happened at the appointment too. Doctor told me that they'd gotten a message sent through to them by one or other of the receptionists; who had claimed that I had for several weeks, been demanding that they put antibiotics on my prescription repeats, which the doc initially got pissed that I had 'done', because of course, it is both stupid and dangerous not only to the patient in particular, but to society on a wider scale to do so, barring in the rare cases of certain genetic syndromes which have no cure and involve an immunodeficiency resuting in their having to be on continual prophylactic antibiotic regimes for the duration of their lives, if they wish to live, and people on immunosuppressants for example, transplant recipients.
Thing is, I never MADE any such request to begin with, I don't know why the hell anyone at reception would send such a message, and indeed, I got given an AB script, for erythromycin at the beginning of this week. I hadn't asked for it, suggested or even mentioned it, or for that matter antibiotics in general, at all. Had wondered what the bloody hell it was doing in that scripts refill, just hadn't really had any inclination to begin a forensic hunt for the reason, since after all, I had come down with a minor infection so would have had to request an AB script in any case. It was there, for whatever odd reason but as chance had it it appeared at just the
time when I needed it anyway. So hunting down the reason was quite pointless. And in any case I certainly had not a clue that some receptionist had been telling tall tales at the time. Not until about 25 minutes ago while I was at the appointment I had made.
And oddly too, as aside from the seizure rescue pack needed and pain meds, given some had been wasted by trying to take the dose only to have it come straight back up again, thanks to a really nasty bout of stomach troubles and barfing, the meds I was short, the doctor, although berating me for it, unfairly IMO, although eventually she did see the point that if a patient has by some kind of negligence, or abuse, etc. gone through too fast, or lost (outside of being robbed of them of course) their meds, that is their fault, and their problem, but that, as I pointed out, the gut is smooth muscle, and whilst the body has voluntary muscles under their control, that is striated muscle, and that neither cardiac, nor smooth muscle is under the control of a patient, ergo-such a reason for loss, is not an action they have taken, but rather, an event which has taken place which affects them, which they have no physical bodily say-so in whether it happens or not. Its either going to happen or it isn't. So if it is and does, then there is not a damn thing they can do about it, no more than I could will my heart to stop beating, or decide that hey, today when I breathe, my diaphragm is allowed only to inflate and deflate my left lung, as I've commanded the right lung not to move when I breathe.
She did at least, see the sense in the fact that it isn't somebody's fault if their autonomic nervous system forces their body to behave contrary to their wishes. And that of course, it isn't as though I actually WANTED to throw up repeatedly all night, or that I LIKE having seizures.
Although I thought it a bit much she had a fair go at me to begin with for requesting more meds, to cover me for a few days (until monday), including one remark I found way over the top. She said, being pissy, that 'she has no proof that I have been vomiting'
Quite what the FUCK is THAT meant to mean, or imply? of course I didn't bring her proof that I've been throwing up! what exactly is it, that she would expect me to do? go through the bins, through all the slimy, gone-off kitchen wastes, until I managed to locate a partially dried out horked-up, slimy, blackened and stinking wad of stomach contents dripping bile; pick it up (you must be fucking having me on, doc, because there is no way in all hell that I would be about to do that, and then to get a spoon, and spoon mangy moldy decaying vomit, and maybe a lump of semidigested jamaica ginger cake on top, into a tupperware container or plastic freezer bag [since there's bloody well no motherfucking chance that I'd put such a vile article into any of my lab beakers! eww!]
Its the implication, which I am going to assume that she is; being an NT etc., making, that I should be prepared at all times to have PROOF of any vomiting, because otherwise, it might be false, thus implying I could be a liar. That is offensive_
And besides, if I HAD taken such odious measures, to BRING her proof? the doctor's office is somewhere which needs to be a clean and sanitary place because of the nature of the very reason for being of the place and the profession of those working in it and tending to those who need themselves treated thence! so it seems like if I don't dig through the bins, whilst feeling like shit, find a region of mostly stomach contents crawling with fungus and worse, then I might be a liar, and if I DID do so? then I do not for a second doubt that she would have gone ballistic at me for bringing the very proof that she berated me for not having.
Which to me, strikes me as damn well unfair. To blame a man for an involuntary occurrence, which for that matter, made that man suffer, and put them in a negative situation, leaving them short of meds they need, and to demand proof which would have been unreasonable for them to look for in the first place, and to boot, that is unsanitary and disgusting, and most certainly not material which should be taken into a clinic.
If a patient says they have been vomiting, then that patient has been vomiting. Unless they be officially diagnosed with Munchausen's, then their word is truth until proven otherwise. And given one cannot prove a negative (I.e, whilst there is no evidence whatsoever to support god exists, one cannot actually provide incontrovertible, absolute PROOF that a deity does not in fact, exist anywhere in the universe to a level of reliability such that it may be then taken evermore as axiomatic), then what the patient reports, goes, end of.
Although at least in one respect she screwed up. I said I might be down one, or possibly; two tablets of nitrazepam (a strong, very hypnotic-type benzodiazepine tranquilizer. Long acting, potent and with a real bugger of a kick to it), but that I was not sure, and that I had merely glanced at the blister strip in leaving the house. She wrote a script for 7 pills of the stuff. Even though I said I didn't even know for sure if I was down, as I was in a hurry leaving the house to get to the appointment. Turned out I actually had one extra, when I got back home, as I don't take benzos daily, hell no! the prescription says to take one twice a day, but instead I'll use a few, once every while, and for at most, a few days in a row, usually no more than two days running, three if I must, and that, not anywhere anywhere NEARanywhere NEARNEAR daily. Its a lot safer that way, and in any case, taking just one or two, morning and late evening wouldn't be of a great deal of use. I'm naturally pretty resistant to being benzo-ed out cold. Takes a pretty hefty dose, anAlthough at least in one respect she screwed up. I said I might be down one, or possibly; two tablets of nitrazepam (a strong, very hypnotic-type benzodiazepine tranquilizer. Long acting, potent and with a real bugger of a kick to it), but that I was not sure, and that I had merely glanced at the blister strip in leaving the house. She wrote a script for 7 pills of the stuff. Even though I said I didn't even know for sure if I was down, as I was in a hurry leaving the house to get to the appointment.
Turned out I actually had one extra, when I got back home, as I don't take benzos daily, hell no! the prescription says to take one twice a day, but instead I'll use a few, once every while, and for at most, a few days in a row, usually no more than two days running, three if I must, and that, not anywhere NEAR daily. Never bloody well mind TWICE daily!,
Its a lot safer that way, and in any case, taking just one or two, morning and late evening wouldn't be of a great deal of use. I'm naturally pretty resistant to being benzo-ed out cold. Takes a pretty hefty dose, and one most doctors would turn pale at the thought of, and of one of the strongest benzosd one most doctors would turn pale at the thought of, and of one of the strongest benzos which the UK medical system has the capability to offer a patient to pull that off. But that, infrequently, when really needed is how benzos should be prescribed anyway, epilepsy treatment liable to be lifelong not withstanding.
Still, I am not saying a word to them about either the repeat. Or the 7 extra ones given today, I'll just keep them for whenever I really do need them, to have some spares of something extremely difficult to get at all because of GP prejudice against that type of med in general, it isn't a bad thing. Rather have more than I need than less, or worse, none at all.
When there has been just 'one of those days', the kind of thing like Elle mentioned, when she spoke of forgetting to take them when she ought to have used one, one of THOSE days, the kind where everything that can go wrong, has, and when anything that needs absolutely to go right, hasn't and won't. The kinds of days that from the very first attosecond, hate your very existence with a vitriolic, poisonous loathing generally reserved by people for the likes of gary glitter, michael jackson, rolf harris or tony blair. Definitely the kind of day that its not one that it should wait for an appointment made at 8am sharp at the surgery door and up, dressed and out of bed half an hour before that; but one in which one should have the box or bottle there, tip a few out, chew and swallow. Problem solved. Wake up 15 hours later.
(yes, I chew the nitrazepam pills up, because they taste all nice and minty
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"Is she gone yet?"