I’ve had both male and female doctors. In my experience, the male doctors treated me like a collection of symptoms. The female doctors treated me like a person.
That’s what I meant by a doctor who listens. I can’t speak for everyone, but I think that’s generally what’s meant.
I’ve certainly run into doctors who don’t listen. Even when what they won’t listen to is that yes, the date on that test result they’re looking at is accurate.
When people complain about doctors not listening to them, they don’t mean that they are wanting a friend. They mean exactly what you said they should do. Some doctors just don’t do that, and those doctors are more likely to be male. Also, they are more likely to not listen if the patient is a female
I’m not looking for a doc who is a “friend” but a doc who listens to me list symptoms and connects the dots. In my experience, female docs are more likely to help me and male docs are more likely to write me off as a hypochondriac.
No, you’re just imagining that.
I have a sensitive gag reflex (which makes going to the dentist an adventure, but that’s another topic). A large pill must go it alone, and chased with a large amount of water immediately after it’s entered my mouth.
Small-to-medium ones I can usually double up on.
I take six pills every morning: two big, two medium, and two small. Most days that comes to four swallows.
This is what I came to say. I didn’t have one at Guadalajara Grill, but at some other Americanized Mexican restaurant (Tampico Tilly’s?). Decades ago.
I used to have a pretty good voice. I had a nice, mellow contralto. I sang in church and school choirs. Then I got thyroid cancer. The surgeon removed my entire thyroid, but some cancer cells had gotten onto my vocal folds. He scraped them off, but I ended up with a paralyzed fold for about six weeks. It has been eight years and my voice is not fully recovered. I can sing with the radio but I’ve lost my top and bottom range. If I talk too long, I lose my voice.
I can swallow all sizes of pills. When i first came home from my thyroidectomy I had to take nine calcium pills a day. They’re enormous. I may as well have eaten a stick of chalk. Thank goodness that’s over with now.
I am fond of saying “I will only go to a woman dentist: I expect pain from women.” And yes, I tell her that.
I have a friend who is a doctor. His practice is literally up the road from us. I was asked (not by him) why he wasn’t my doctor. It’s simple. He’s my friend.
As George Costanza once said: “Spheres colliding!!!”
I voted that I haven’t driven an electric vehicle because I assumed it was about automobiles. I have driven an electric golf cart.
^ this exactly
Along with funnel cake, I would have included rosettes:
Very common fair food in Ohio. I even have a rosette iron, but only for sentimental reasons. I’m not big on deep frying things at home.
Other deep fried delights I’ve tried at a fair are pickles, pierogis and mac&cheese bites.
Used to get deep fried hot dogs at an ice cream place in New Jersey. Probably my favorite hot dog - beef hot dog, deep fried, covered with chili and cheese on a lightly toasted hot dog bun. Steamed hot dogs (cooked with one of these) aren’t even close.
Did you buy the iron at Overbey’s Emporium per chance? I wasn’t aware it was a fair food thing (I was never a fair-goer), but we sold them regularly enough at that store that I remember selling them at a fair pace and I wonder if those purchasers also had them at the fair and got sentimental. That was such a cool store—working there 100% made me a foodie.
I’m aware that spotted dick is the name of a British food, but I’ve never had any.
I’ve never been to a formal naturist resort. But I’ve sure seen a lot of naked people at areas that were informally (and sometimes probably illegally) considered to be clothing-optional.
Didn’t vote.
Moonlight Daydream? Moonage Daydream was released last September. And yes, it was awesome in IMAX.
It was either my uncle’s or my grandmother’s, either of who would have bought it before 1980, somewhere in the greater Dayton area. But I don’t actually know, and I doubt my mother knows either. It actually might have been something she received as a wedding gift (pre-1970), as it is well know how much she loves them.
Besides the Ohio State Fair, there was some group that would set up a table outside the local grocery store and churn rosettes out as fast as people could eat them. It was a very popular fund raiser.
Deep-fried Snickers bars were available when I was in Scotland, but I just shuddered and ordered my usual Scotch eggs, fish, and chips. I’ve never tried any of the things listed in the poll, and probably never will.
Schengen countries: I’ve been to France, Greece, Italy, Norway, Slovenia and Spain, all courtesy of Uncle Sam.
Coen Brothers: I’ve seen part of O Brother (gave up because it was so boring); none of the others.
I sing only in the key of Off.
Coen Brothers, I’ve only seen Raising Arizona. It’s been a while (whenever it first came out) but I recall liking it a lot. So, I voted for it.
The Man Who Wasn’t There is a great film. All their others are tied for second place.