A commercial recently came on the television, featuring an attractive girl.
Her problem: she was constantly reusing catheters. She told me that if I too had a problem reusing catheters several times a week, to call the number at the bottom of the screen and whatever company will help me out.
People are reusing catheters? Holy Urethra-tube, Batman!
Actually, I haven’t seen anyone else wearing shorts in the past week. And I don’t understand how girls go out in miniskirts without freezing.
Driving to the store this past Saturday I saw a pair of perfectly normal looking jeans lying on a bus stop bench. Nobody around for a good block in either direction, just jeans on the bench.
Many types are designed for re-use. If a person has to self-cath 5 or 6 times a day, the cost of using a new one each time becomes rather prohibitive.
Nobody has cats. Cats have people. Now this one has you.
No, what is disturbing is not that she reuses caths, but she keeps getting infections even though she is cleaning them … if cleaned properly you should not be picking up infections, there were nondisposable caths long before the disposable plastic ones became available. You just need to know how to sterilize them properly. i would be more than willing that she was not doing it properly.
Just like people dont remember now, but syringes were not always disposable …
Today I was on the bus and the door got stuck and wouldn’t open. The bus driver was trying to push it open, when a helpful guy got up to assist her. This guy was over 6 feet tall, fairly large, with a rough bushy beard and wearing a sort of heavy denim workers jacket. Then, when he stood up to get the door, we all saw that he was also wearing distinctly woman’s slacks and 4"stiletto heels.
I have no issue with cross-dressers, but I have no idea why you would go for this combo.
I saw one of my university’s star football players try to run away from the cops, then punch one of them in the face before getting arrested. Kudos to him for doing so during the playoffs!
We just had an announcement come over the building PA as I was leaving for lunch: “Attention all staff. ATTENTION ALL STAFF. Please pay no attention to any noises you hear. I repeat: PAY NO ATTENTION TO ANY NOISES YOU HEAR”. Then I left the building. Maybe a guy with a flatulence problem? I have no idea.
This wasn’t this week… It was two weeks ago… But I think its worth mentioning.
In the middle of a small city under the overhang thing like you’d see outside the door of an old style movie theater.
There wasn’t a single feather or bone anywhere else in sight (not to mention not a single drop of blood, bit of flesh, etc… etc…).
There were some other pigeons on the roof of the building… only a few though.
I’m very very confused as to what could have caused it.
Anyone have any ideas?
Ewww. I think you need some kind of “gross out” warning on your picture link, dude.
Might be a peregrine falcon or other raptor. Those wings could have been removed somewhere else and then dropped in transit.
Hrm… I can’t edit now…
Sorry about that, now that I think about it, yeah… it is disgusting… but I thought it no more disgusting than something you might see everyday, say, a dead squirrel by the side of the road so I didn’t think much about posting it.
Sorry if I disgusted anyone.
A retarded man was making ape screaming noises at the loudest yell he could manage at Walmart yesterday. It went on a couple minutes, but I left the area to save my ears, and not be seen by him.
I’m guessing you’d never be able to work in a medical field…
As for my weird thing of the week… (I want to think of something I actually saw, not something from the internet)
Ok, not really weird, but out of the ordinary. I had 2 occasions recently wear a cat ran across the street in front of me while driving. I came damn close to hitting the cat from last night.
Nothing so weird as some of these others, but one I thought was really cute:
We went to Cracker Barrel last Friday. Cracker Barrel works this way - after you eat, you leave your tip on the table, presumably, and then go to the register to pay. The register is located in the middle of their shop, which is chock-full of yummy things to buy.
Anyway, as we were standing there, waiting to pay, this old couple opened the door. They were really old, too - he was stooped and she was toddling.
Still, they raced as fast as they could over to the candy aisle, where they proceeded to pick up a whole double handful each of various candy bars, rushed to the register to pay, and then zoomed right back out.
It was surreal. Like, CANDY RUSH! The SO thought they had grandkids in the car, but I thought that was too prosaic a reason. It was adorable.
I was waiting for an elevator and when the doors opened, instead of the elevator car, it was a guy standing on top of the elevator. He motioned for me not to get on (duh), tapped something with his foot, and the doors closed. Sadly, the elevator car then passed my floor. I wanted to ride in it, knowing someone was on top, but the other side of the pair of elevators came first.
This has happened to me twice, now – both times in hospitals, a dozen years apart. Very surreal experience.
Holy Crap!
In Portland there is a guy who stands on the corner of an interstection in a semi-residential neigborhood selling two kinds of back scratchers. Nothing else, just back scratchers.
I passed a flat topped trash can outside the local grocery store.
Parked on top of the trash container were 2 full bottles left from a 4 pack of wine.
Strange.
