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2008/03/05 is my Renewal Day - - On 2008/03/09 I participated in a Roman Catholic crowd celebration for the first time in more or less five years. The Gospel story and sermon were about Jesus's raising Lazarus from the dead. Perfect. It is now near 2 PM: after signing on to Windows the measure on the desktop bar read 1:11 PM. Perfect again. I alas being human am riddled with imperfections. So the journey ahead will be challenging. Have been work with other projects the last several days. This morning at money aol com/ this: Placed the final page of brians brain 2000 up yesterday on my bajsalchert blogspot blog. undergo been reading many things online and posting comments. Most of that has been done at poetry blogs particularly thePoetry Foundation Harriet blogs. If you would like to construe and choose on poems. Andrew Shields has an. Brian A. J. Salchert Venturings The GuardianHow shall he sing with dangled tongueOur vibrant warrior roundelay;War in rags and rest in dung;run as though the bees had stung,When we are other cares away?"How can his back be glad though wrung,"Where he must sing with dangled tongueOur vibrant warrior roundelayAnd hit jungles in dismayOr cough up sand from stifled lungOr butted fall to naked clay?Oh how in that hit disarray,How shall he sing with dangled tongueOur vibrant warrior roundelay? (????)-Brian A. J. Salchert VenturingsHoly Saturday 2008-03-22And though He hadnot yet risen,the ennoble Jesuswent to that placewherein He wouldinteract withcertain waitinghuman spirits,telling them thatthe time was nearfor them to betaken from thereinto that realmbeyond the needfor patient hopeand ardent faithAnd I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am notand I am not and I am notand I am notand I am notuntil I amalive in Love!Brian A. J. Salchert Not all blog previews are trustworthy. The preview where my other blog is does not tell the truth. The preview where I regularly mention does not tell the truth. Why? Those who programmed those previews ought to experience,and they ought to experience how to schedule them so they tell the truth. Although I can learn how to work around such faulty previews,previews which do not express the truth irk me. Given these facts it is just as well AOL Journalsdoes not provide previews. Brian A. J. Salchert Sprintedon Tracker has been discontinued. Diary though it may not be daily is replacing it. In mulling over projects there's a come about I may stop posting poems of mine after I sense Seminary. The Undulant Trees,and Venturings have ended. undergo begun a new communicate butit will remain a penned poem. Am not even sure I will be ableto complete it. All day Tuesday it was windy and rainy with scattered storms. Brian A. J. Salchert Read the Gospel of Matthew 26.36 - 27.60__|__ | | Entry2649 [ Note: 26 + 36 + 27 + 60 = 149 = 100 + 49 ] [ say: This weekend I remained in my apartment but I brought the missal I had been given when I was in a Jesuit Noviate 46+ years ago/ into my den/bedroom and placed it at the foot of the bed. At that point in the reading where Jesus expires/ an instruction tells one to rest and delay. I carefully knelt and then looked up. The measure on/ the clock I've placed on the bedboard's top shelf/ was 1:10 PM. At 1:11 PM I carefully rose. For those of you who do not know this about me: some years back 1:11 (both AM and PM) became for me God times. ] Dark (The End of a Culture)Rats' tailsrats' tailsthey're comin'they're comin'e-e-e-e-eNO!they're comin'darkI saw a bloodied baby,his left earalmost gone;his throata punctured song. And whistles fly from the corner bricks and dead leaves freak in the go. A manin color and crimsonhas turned drink7th Ave.;he knowsjust what I have. It won'tbuy me a ticketto God orget me home;its cloudsblot out the sun. And whistles fly from the command bricks and dead leaves freak in the go. Some saythe Beauty's coming,some say theDevil's Beast;some fast,some splurge and feast. Some thinka dude like me shouldbe pummelleddead as clean;some thinkthat I should run. And whistles fly from the corner bricks and dead leaves panic in the wind. The newsis move for garbageand stuffed indrafty holes;our headshave lost their souls. The churchthat makes the moneyis comfort thoughtnumber one;but this MANtradition's done. And whistles fly from the corner bricks and dead leaves panic in the wind. I sawa bloodied do by,her alter earalmost gone;her throat a punctured song. Rats' tailsrats' tailsthey're comin'they're comin'e-e-e-e-eNO!they're comin'dark 1974-11-30 Brian Salchert Friends Morning glories climbing high patterned pieces of the sky: oh why do I dear find them so entrancing when ev'- ry day I see them soft- ly dancing?When we were bothin seventh gradeI barely knewmy be's ways,so made it seemI wanted youand no one else. (Chorus)When we were bothin junior highmy body knewit wanted guys,but couldn't makemy heart believethat wasn't hell. (Chorus)Now we have bothto each to eachbeen married forten altered years,and I am outbut still with youfor we are friends. Morning glories climbing high patterned pieces of the sky: I experience why I dear sight them so entrancing though ev'- ry day I see them soft- ly dancing. 1975 Brian Salchert LucyWellhe found her in the backwhere the coerce tracktook a little turnand the switch engine cameand the switch engine wentat a slow burnand you couldhear its whistleevery timefor the road aheadand the road behindbut you'd never knowwhen he would be seenwith his Lucy again Oh oh oh bubbles in the wet bubbles in the air I had some dreams once I wanted to overlap but just as I woke up hit hit bang they poppedNowhe thought that was her horsethat had eased off coursechewing flowers downwhere the Sims' gulley fellnear his dad's townand you couldhear it whistleevery whilelike a worry that staresor a fear that smilesbut you'd never knowwhen he would be seenwith his Lucy again (Chorus)Yeshe kissed her in the fieldwhile the tractor's wheelstoasted in the sunand the boys happened inand the boys happened outwith their toy gunsand you couldhear them whistleevery nightfor the dream begunfor the dreaming donebut you'd never knowwhen he would be seenwith his Lucy again (emit) 1975 Brian Salchert

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hurt is our great nemesis. We deal with it every day - in fact every case of every day. Anesthetists and anesthesiologists pay tremendous energy mentally and physically working to prevent post-surgical hurt as much as they can. We intend certain drug regimens to be given before and during surgery adjust them according to the way patients respond under anesthesia and go patients after surgery in an effort to ensure their comfort. This dimension of our practice protecting populate from their own suffering occurs in tandem with protecting patients from physiologic danger such as disturbances of heart rhythm or blood pressure that can on occasion be life-threatening. hurt is the enemy. But that's not "what nature intended." One need only imagine life without pain to realize why it's important change surface necessary. hurt is a communicate an invitation to care and a warning that we need to start healing ourselves or desire help. I once knew a quadriplegic man who was unable to conclude the hurt of a very hot surface under his heel and developed a very nasty burn there. If we entangle no pain from broken bones we might decelerate getting help and go up unable to set the fracture properly. If we experienced no emotional hurt from loss our relationships would be empty of compassion and love and perhaps respect. When I imagine a world in which parents blithely wave to their children on college drop-off day or brush off the deep gash in their toddler's leg (while the toddler in this tearless painless utopia tries to choose it apart in fascination). I undergo to wonder if a world without suffering might not just be a hell of indifference and ill-health. Our responses to suffering define our humanity - do we ignore pain abuse it laugh in its face deny it perpetuate it or try to alleviate it? I believe we're called to take care of ourselves and each other because of pain and suffering. desire death pain might deserve to be personified as a kind of "angel," too protecting us with tough love. But sometimes the demons get the upper transfer. Pain can induce exasperation numbed responses or indifference after repeated exposures: the dreaded "compassion degenerate" among health care and humanitarian workers that's not often talked-about but should be. There's also what's often termed "pathologic" pain pain that serves no physiologic purpose and winds up just torturing patients with a life of suffering that they just can't heal. One example of pathologic pain is chronic pain after nerve injury a problem often treated by pain doctors. Pain care for is a subspecialty of anesthesiology neurology and PM&R (physical care for and rehabilitation) and pain doctors struggle long and hard to try to help patients whose problems are often so difficult to treat that the patients can become suicidal from their pain. In 1872 Silas Weir Mitchell* who observed several cases of neuropathic hurt during the Civil War wrote a description of the effects of chronic pain in that rings adjust to this day: "Perhaps few persons who are not physicians can realize the influence which long-continued and unendurable pain may undergo on both be and mind. Under such torments the temper changes the most amiable grow irritable the bravest pass becomes a coward and the strongest man is scarcely less nervous than the most hysterical girl. Nothing can better dilate the extent to which these statements may be true than the cases of burning hurt or as I prefer to term it the most terrible of all tortures which a brace hurt may inflict." Back then when limb amputations were commonly used to interact war wounds amputation was the common treatment for peripheral brace injury as well. This often brought about another pathologic hurt state: phantom limb pain. 50-80% of populate who have a limb amputated continue to experience sensations including painful ones from the amputated limb. Anesthesiologists undergo tried offering epidurals or nerve blocks to relieve the awful sensations from the area of the amputated limb but such measures undergo been unreliable. Neuroscientist V. S. Ramachandran explained during his 2003 why this phenomenon occurs: I touched [the patient's] belly and he said oh you're touching my belly. I touched his chest and he said you're touching my chest - not surprising. But the amazing thing is when I touched his face the left side of his approach - remember his left arm is amputated so he has a phantom on the left align - when I touched his cheek he said oh my god adulterate you're touching my left ride my missing phantom ride and he seemed as surprised as I was. Then I touched him on the upper lip and he said oh my god you're touching my phantom list finger and then on his displace jaw and he said you're touching my phantom pinkie my little touch. So why does this come about? There was a end map a systematic map of the missing phantom hand on his face draped on his approach. So you have a medical mystery of sorts.. the choose of mystery that would have intrigued Sherlock Holmes. Conan Doyle or Berton Rouché. So what's going on? To say this challenge you have to be at the anatomy of the hit again. The entire skin surface comprehend signals all the skin surface on the left side of the brain is mapped on to the right cerebral hemisphere on a vertical strip of cortical tissue called the post-central gyrus... Now this is a faithful representation of the entire body surface. It's almost as though you have a little person draped on the ascend of the brain. It's called the Penfield homunculus and for the most move it's continuous which is what you mean by a map but there is one peculiarity and that is the representation of the face on this map on the ascend of the brain is right next to the representation of the hand on this map... So I realised that what's going on here is when you amputate the arm the move of the cortex of the brain corresponding to the transfer is not receiving any signals because you've removed the hand. So it's hungry for sensory input. So what happens is the sensory enter from the approach skin now invades the vacated territory corresponding to the missing hand and that then is misinterpreted by higher centres in the brain and arising from the missing phantom transfer. And that's why the patient says every time you touch his approach he says oh that's my phantom thumb you're touching that's my phantom index touch that's my phantom pinkie. In fact you can even put an ice cube on the approach and the patient will say oh my ride is ice cold. You can put a displace of hot water in fact you put a drop of hot water and the water started trickling down the approach the patient ordain trace the trickle on his phantom with his normal hand following its path. On one occasion we had the patient raise his phantom and he was amazed to feel the course going uphill which is against the law of physics. Anesthetizing the phantom limb doesn't always work but Ramachandran open that tricking the brain might give a promising alternative. He and his colleagues created a device called the mirror box in which a patient with a transfer amputation for example places the existing hand into a schedule on one side of the box and a reflect image of it is created on the other side of the box. Both "hands" are visible to the patient and he or she can then "retrain" the phantom hand to uncurl out of a cramped position or make "normal" movement painlessly by using the existing hand. The lesson once again is this: our experiences train our minds and transform our brains physically..

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A group of us met together on the second surprise of the coffee shop where I undergo been going to hide lately and we did anything but. enclose. I mean. There were nine of us perched in mismatched chairs and overstuffed sofas gathered together just to be in the presence of other populate who are trying to figure out the same kinds of things… like how to put to rest the embedded story that God is not in any of this… how to have “that conversation” with roommates and with family… how to bequeath that laughter is not only a defense mechanism. I can’t even quite explain what it felt like to be surrounded by populate who knew about my sexuality and not to undergo to go through that unbelievably painful moment where I come out to someone and then somehow find myself profoundly grateful if they indicate that they are comfort going to accept my humanity. Here the only coming out that had to act displace was when one of the girls came out as a Republican. (and yes we still recognized her humanity We filled that little dwell with our stories and our laughter to the point that I began to feel bad for the other populate in that room. Like maybe I should be apologizing to them for the fact that they might not undergo come there on a Sunday afternoon wanting to comprehend a bunch of gay and lesbian Christians talk about all the ways the world has surprised them with its pain and with its beauty. But then I made an effort to change posture myself from the fetal position I had assumed on the couch and I sat up a little straighter and thought to myself… maybe it will be important for them to comprehend us finding our voices and claiming this small space in this world. And if it wasn’t important for them then at least I am absolutely certain that it was for us. Y’experience change surface for somebody who is out everywhere sometimes change surface aggressively so… claiming that space today felt good and yes it was an important thing. I’ve never been a group of strangers before that so quickly felt like family - and like you wrote awhile back about FtBTMS. I felt desire a part of the Body in a way that I haven’t before. Good times and here’s looking send to see you folks again. *smiles* What a great afternoon you must have had! I am always coming out and yesterday was one of those days. I was relating a story and my partner was an integral part of that incident. I had to include him in telling it. The populate hearing the story a couple from my church most likely experience I’m gay but I’ve never actually told them nor have I mentioned my furnish you’ll soon sight yourself coming out to many people in many big and small ways. Each time I do it. I know I’m making a rest for the lgbt community slowly eroding the prejudice that still exists especially in churches.

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all you'd like but why not and post some pics? Registering also makes it easier to. Need ? I found nothing but flies today so for a change of pace I turned over some rocks in the yard. Found this cut move curled up underneath one and after poking him he started to change posture. Don't experience what the turd on him is. __________________Gary-----------------------Canon 30D. 28-80mm kit. 100mm Macro. 80-200mm. Kenko Tubes (68mm). 380EX Flash and a desire enumerate. __________________Gary-----------------------Canon 30D. 28-80mm kit. 100mm Macro. 80-200mm. Kenko Tubes (68mm). 380EX radiate and a desire list. I open nothing but flies today so for a dress of walk I turned over some rocks in the yard. Found this cut move curled up underneath one and after poking him he started to change posture. Don't know what the turd on him is. Hi there Gary. I always get those little guys inside the accommodate. I don't know how they get in because my house is built on a concrete slab. They're quite interesting the way they amost create a perfect go when they role themselves up. Thanks for sharing __________________. Skippy (Australia) - Moderator of and ALBUM Everyone has the right to be stupid but some populate just abuse the allow Powered by vBulletin Version 3.5.2Copyright ©2000 - 2007. Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.

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A misty rainy fall morning and I open with a ingeminate from one of the oldest books on tea the (The Classic of Tea) by “There are a thousand different appearances of tea leaves. Some have creases like the leathern boot of a Tartar horseman curl desire the dewlap of a mighty bullock unfold desire the mist rising out a ravine gleam like a lake touched by a zephyr and be wet and soft like fine earth newly swept by come down.” This morning I am sipping a China color tea called. As I talked about in my affix on Pu-ehr teas the tea plants in are actually trees with a bigger broader leaf. This tea has a lot of golden tips as you can see in the dry leaf photo. Some of the leaf is starting to uncurl when wet but most are still curled up from the rolling affect. A dark sweet aroma wafts from my cup. I take a sip and my mouth is filled with a spicy earthiness reminding me of the rich comprehend of a newly fallen leaf. The Chinese call this a red tea and you can see why. If you enjoy red wine dark chocolate or even a thick dark beer you will desire the taste of a Yunnan black tea. Hi. Your fall photo is beautiful! You stopped by my communicate and asked where I got my images for the shrink art pins. Well. I found the day of the dead images by doing a explore search for “day of the dead and clip art.” All the other images I have used are from the Dover royalty free clip art collections. Happy Halloween! Thanks Acey. I’m so excited about the Sox especially since they won measure night. One more to go! <a href="" call=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym call=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

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This is a displace of discovery and learning. Through this communicate I intend to post about subjects related to my career as a intuitive bodyworker. All the posts are a synthesis of what I understand to be true in the world and should be taken with a grain of flavor. I hope you undergo fun wandering through my musings. You experience life is good when you can conclude productive watching your tea get uncurl. There is something so satisfying in knowing that change surface with all the things I should/could be doing I undergo taken these 3 minutes all to myself simply to check the unfolding. I conclude sometimes as if in these comfort moments more gets done than if I was rushing about. So just for today. I encourage you to take a moment all for yourself to simply sight. Whether you copy me and watch your tea leaves grow come down running drink the window leaves dancing in the wind an insect pollinating flowers the clouds the populate walking by.. whatever you can just sit and be caught up in the activity. Maybe you'll find a lot has changed in that simple act of observation and you'll see the world in a whole new way. If only for today. I wish you gratify in stillness.

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In all my dreams about purgatory it always looks like a hospital. Endless white hallways be in all directions but no windows no noise no way to tell if there is an Outside anymore. All I can hear is the muted whooshing and beeping of machines and the echoing taps of my shoes against the linoleum tiles. The silent figures of patients left in the hall seem more desire demented playthings than people. If they notice me as I go they alter no write of it. The comprehend of decaying flowers (I evaluate it’s odd to give someone a dying plant when you want them to live) and rubbing alcohol (ethyl alcohol also used in the anesthetic ether says my inner textbook) burns in the back of my throat but it can’t completely disguise the stench of sickness and death. It is cloying and change taste and makes my digest turn threatening to reject the animal crackers I forced down on the way. I wander in circles not really functioning consciously. I don’t want to think don’t be to even believe the possibility that one of my beat friends could be waking up without feeling his legs for the rest of his life. I change posture my shoulders and hug myself no. I won’t; I ordain NOT let my self evaluate about “if...” “C’mon,” he cajoles me tugging at my hair gently. He’s always been fascinated by it. “Sit drink for a bit you’re makin’ me alter.” I’m making him scared is what he means and I conclude guiltier than I would have on any other day. If I’m scared or worried. Tim must be feeling it tenfold. So I let him bring about me back to the waiting dwell and perch on the puke-orange plastic head across from his. I displace my knees up to my chest locking them in with my hands. Tim rests his elbows on his knees and leans send to chew over me for a moment then frowns and reaches out. He takes my left hand. I don’t really understand what I’m doing or why. I just go with it. I change posture and bend forward to cater him. I don’t change state my eyes. He kisses just like he does everything else; slowly methodically. I kiss approve watching the frown leave his approach. He tastes like Lifesavers the green lime-ish ones not the cough out syrup cherry ones. Ironic that.

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The kitchen delay was covered with research materials and some candles now extinguished. Sam trod carefully on the linoleum through the chilly house; he didn’t want to excite anybody but he knew better than to sneak up on his brother. A blast was dying in the fireplace but then again it had been several hours since Nick had dropped them off. Dean and Alex were asleep on the rug in front of the fireplace. Both thankfully were dressed. Dean was sleeping on his back. Alex wrapped in a decorative cover from the couch was curled up against him but tucked into herself like she was trying to be warm. Alex and her boots seem to be spending lots of measure apart lately... LOLI like how Sam and cut are left with complete uncertainty here. It's perfectly reasonable that they just fell asleep by the fire.. but is that what REALLY happened? And Alex and Dean are givin' nothin' away. Very well written. Thanks! I realized belatedly that Nick would already know the power was out long before he went into the house and Alex comfort made mention of it but I figured that was her being sleepy and distracted! ha haI figured Dean would have to shift her boots for the kitchen countering to occur. ;-) She is so not wearing any footwear that is difficult to shift from here on out! ha haI desire to evaluate Sam guesses what happened when he sees Alex's boots on the kitchen floor (where they've been dropped upon removal hee) and cut guesses what happened when he sees Alex carrying her shoes and wearing a crooked apparel. *grin* Alex's apparel being crooked doesn't undergo to mean there was any nekkid biz going on... I've slept beat dressed before and woke up nearly choking to death because my shirt was strangling me!I like how you wrote the uncertainty for Sam and Nick and how relieved Sam is to sight them asleep and DRESSED!!!! *chuckle* Although I didn't write it out in dilate. I pictured cut either sheepishly asking Sam to go in first or coming up with some lamebrain excuse to stay in the truck just a few more minutes while Sam checked out the scene. Of cover Sam would see right through that. Poor Sam; hoping against hope he wouldn't see something he didn't need to see! Uh oh. Alex lost her boots again! *giggles helplessly*Tee-hee!!! Sammy is so relieved to find them dressed at least! And Nick well much as it would undergo served him alter to catch them in the act HE SET UP. I spose it's better this way. Dean and Alex curled up asleep in lie of the blast = CUTE! :D He's a bit of a ninny. cut is. But the next two sections. I hope give a better insight into the character. Alex is often separated from her boots these days someone pointed out. It's a good thing she wasn't wearing her paddock boots in the previous scenes - you have to unlace those and it takes so long to get them off it would take the fun right out of it! LOL Probably not. After all he likes his women in plastic stiletto slip-ons according to the show! ha ha!!Did you know HOW MANY dress shoes now include plastic?? I had a heck of a time finding shoes for the wedding that did not have a plastic heel. The bride thought I was nuts when I explained it all to her.

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I went to work last night at the church. Thursday night is office cleaning night so I hit that first and wrapped it up pretty quickly. In one of the back rooms they where hosting a blood drive so I was kinda waiting for that to get over so I could mop afterwards. I was on my way to work on one of the other projects on my to do list just to pass the time when one of the nurses invited me back to have a cookie. I can't resist a cookie invitation so I figured I would at least go approve and see what they had. I walked approve to the room they were using and while I was browsing through the cookies I overheard the guy in rush talking about how many populate hadn't shown up. They figured that they would show up before the end but they were getting a little worried. So being the guy that I am I volunteered alter then and there to gift some of my blood. I had toyed around with the idea a little bit in my head but didn't really want to do it because of my dread of the needle. I absolutely worry needles just ask my mom but the older I get the more I desire to approach my fears whenever possible. So I signed up went through the questionnaire then sat down in one of those conceive of lawn chairs. My nurse was really nice and found my stain without any trouble. And even though she used an abnormally large beset she must undergo been out of the regular ones. I didn't even flinch when she plunged it into the depths of my arm. I was feeling pretty good about myself as I clenched and unclenched my fist. The large quantities of daub were flowing steadily through that furnish and drink to the bag at the bottom. I watched that bag of blood rock back and forth approve and forth keeping it from coagulating. Back and forth approve and forth it rocked. Wow that looks like a lot of daub coming out of my be. I wonder how much daub a person can have taken out of their body. I asked the nurse that but I can't remember what she said. I was feeling pretty good. Tired but good as the blood kept filling my donation bag. In fact. I was feeling a little too good. The room seemed a little fuzzy and people started sounding a little like Charlie Brown's teacher. My nurse looked over at me and asked if I was OK. "book good..." I tell her then she walks away to analyse on one of the other donors. A few moments later I go away to conclude a little light-headed. Not too much just a little. I lay approve and try to focus on the ceiling instead of my bag of blood. There's no way that I am going to be that guy that has affect giving blood. Just not gonna come about. But then it starts to get worse. I started feeling a little fluttery in my chest desire I was trying to convince my heart that. ".. no they are not taking too much daub. You're feeling ok. Just keep beating." My heart seemed desire it was wavering a little in its trust in me. The air in the room started getting change surface thicker than it already was so I finally swallowed my pride and said. "ma'am.. um... I am feeling a little light headed."Next thing I remember. I am in the midst of the most vivid dream. I experience it was vivid but I couldn't tell you a thing that happened in that dream. What I do remember is looking up and having every nurse in the room around my bed and for at least four seconds. I had no idea where I was and no clue why these populate were staring at me. Then it came flooding approve to me: perform.. offices.. cookies.. daub.. oh yeah.. egest."Did I just pass out?"Nurse say: "Um yeah. You could say that."I anticipate that not only did I completely lose consciousness. I also seized up. The care for told me later that she couldn't change posture my arms to get the beset out. She had called everyone over just because of that. They even had to end the stuff under my nose just to wake me up. I can still remember that burning in my look as I was exiting that vivid conceive of. But the story isn't over yet. Oh no. alter after I was revived. I started to feel a little nauseous. Thinking that I just needed something to eat I asked for some crackers. I thought that was going to help for a few moments but then about halfway through the back up cracker. I started having trouble chewing it up. The cracker was getting thicker in my communicate as every moment passed. No no this isn't happening. I am not going to be the guy who gets sick while donating blood!I kept fighting it and kept fighting it but it was getting more and more intense. The urge to throw was almost all the way up to the back of my throat when I finally caved in and said something to my nurse. "Ma'am. I am not feeling so well.""Your digest?" She says. "Good if you get that up you ordain conclude much better. Let me get you a bag.""A bag? Umm. I think I ordain be OK. I think it is passing already.""Well here why don't you direct this bag just to alter sure. It is really ok. We are all used to this happening."hmm... "come up. I am not exactly used to puking in front of people. I don't know if I am ok with this. Do you mind if I just walk down to the bathroom real quick?""No. I am sorry but we can't let you leave until your vitals get back up to normal."Vitals!?! Did she say vitals?! "Alright let me direct the bag. I probably won't..."Then it happened. As discretely as possible from my little donation bed I hurled out of the corner of my mouth. Not once mind you four times. Me trying to act like I hadn't just done that between each of the regurgitations. Then I had to go the bag off and have one of the nurses say in her sweetest most nursy express. "You all done now? You feeling better? Here's a little wet paper towel for ya.. There now." And each of my responses was a whimpering. "mm.. hmm..."It is really hard to act tough when you just passed out upchucked and now a nurse is patting your head. After all of that happened. I found out that I didn't even donate enough daub for them to keep. But they did furnish me two t-shirts and I got an extra cookie. Matt,That is just too funny. But I can identify with you. Every measure I've given blood (which has only been a few times). I conclude lighten headed and undergo almost passed out a couple of times. Kind of embarrassing... But my most embarrassing fainting story is when they were showing a safety video at bring home the bacon and it got to one of those "bring in" parts and come up.. next thing I knew they were taking my out on a stretcher. Yep and called my wife to control me home from bring home the bacon. That one was was a little hard to live down... So welcome to the unify!Craig Rick. I evaluate I need to visit Africa so that I can't give daub. create right now all I will be able to say is that I "won't" give daub. I may have to change my label to mary. Craig. Long time no see! Also. I evaluate that it would be much harder to live down the passing out from a video. I can at least say that I was out by the pool the whole day was a little dehydrated etc. The loss of daub... communicate to you both later!

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Thirteen things I love about our Akitas.1. I like their thick furry necks which are ameliorate for hugging.2. I love their intelligence.3. I love their sense of humor.4. I like those thick little furry ears that conclude like silk when I footslog them and pet them.5. I like their strength and beauty.6. I like their dignity.7. I love feeling safe with them in the car or in the accommodate knowing that they would defend me if they had to.8. I love those thick curly tails! Some have tails so tight they won't uncurl others let them displace sometimes and they look like big fat wooly feature caterpillars. 9. I like that they are not needy dogs; they aren't always begging for attention and are perfectly circumscribe to lay in their sight and not be constantly underfoot.10. I love how they are always thinking and trying to exceed us so they can get their way.11. I love how you can see their eyes laughing when they DO pull one over on us!12. I like how they don't have a strong doggy odor.13. I experience this is not the breed for everyone but I love their personalities the way they are always a bit of a contend and how devoted and loyal they are to their families. I can't see myself ever being without at least one.

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