Mine does. She takes her bone and bowl to her cage, and if I still don't feed her, she starts hurling them at my ankles. It hurts. A lot. She's the only dog I've ever seen that can turn a bowl into a Frisbee.
That kinda depends, though. Yeah, when I go to my GP I have time to read the thing... when I was in the ER with appendicitis... not so much. I was lucky I could tell the ceiling from the floor; I'd have signed my own death warrant if they put it in front of me.
To be fair, this all does sound like it is about GPs and specialists, not emergency.
I'm astonished at how many people go in for ingrown toenail fixes. If there's one thing that the old "home remedies" actually work for, those are it.
That's especially true if you pay attention to your body and don't let the toe get to the giant, throbbing, green and purple stage to begin with:p
Hot water, Epsom salts, and gentle lifting of the nail with the point of a file. That's all.
Disclaimer: I'm not advocating home remedies, herbal therapies, or quack medicine for all situations. In this one situations, a good, comfortable soak works. In others... not so much.
See, my *high school* did and does this through volunteers and boosters. I was amazed to learn this after I graduated, and very proud of them. The extra money that the athletic association brings in goes to the school.
This is why I always get thoroughly annoyed when the local school districts start crying that they need more tax money from us or they'll have to start doing pay-to-play. They don't if they just get a handful of volunteers to ask for money from people who want to support them, or to sell concessions, or to just be there and help so that the school doesn't need to pay assistant coaches or whatever. There are a million ways to support these things without forcing it on people.
I'm late to the party, but... wasn't that a bad assumption from the start? I mean geeze... read any and all literature dating back to when man first learned how to scribble with a burn stick and there's always at least one town bum out that who doesn't care to work and drifts by on whatever he can get from someone else.
The more things change, the more they stay the same...
(I like your idea, though; I've always thought it made more sense to do the training wheels thing than giving folks the choice between a handout and a jump into deep water).
Never a more apt analogy. I'm not 100% sure of the specific treatment, but I know someone who had something similar (erase everything, get marrow transplant, cross your fingers). It really looked like the cancer was finally giving up... then (and only a couple weeks ago) he got a virus and that was it.
My dad works telecomm for the local power company, and of course he's out in all weather when the #$%^ hits the fan, because if communication goes down... well, nothing else much is happening, either.
Most people are real nice to the guys who get out there and do the work, thankfully. I've seen them loudly cheered before.
Heh, I've done Nanowrimo twice now, and I wish I could write in my sleep. Who cares if it's coherent so long as you get to 50,000;)
If you've ever hung around the nanoism thread over on their forum, some of that stuff makes less sense than what you wrote in your sleep, and most of it's from people who were awake while writing.
To ask a dumb question -- have you NEVER had one of your utilities screw up your billing? Or your insurance? Or anyone else?
I've had so many fights with the various companies that I pay bills with that it's kept me very much away from direct debit. Once the electric company manages to get $500 for a $50 bill, it's a nightmare to get my money back. But if I see that the bill is screwed up while the money is still in my pocket it's a lot easier to fix. So I still do checks.
It's getting tempting to do something more like this online bill pay thing (where you still control when the money gets released)... but I don't know. The places just can't seem to keep their shop in order.
In my household we have a table like that... it's been doing it for 10 years now.
It's amazing what you'll put up with if you don't think you've got the money to fix something (or want to fix it right if you're going to fix it at all, and therefore keep putting it off).
(Though I'll admit it's not at all the same; vendor lock in is actively wasting your money, while a tipsy table might as the worst put some milk on the floor)
I wish I had mod points for you. I think you hit the nail on the head.
I, as a female, was lucky to be encouraged to "geek out", and I ended up with my CS degree and life is good. It helped that my dad's in telecom/electrical engineering and has been since I was very little. All kinds of fun stuff to play with in the little organizer drawers in the garage.
At least your signs give hours for those who do care to read them. Around here, our schools signs say "20 MPH during restricted hours" and then don't list the hours.
Yup, I'm supposed to memorize the school times for a dozen different districts... all of which can't make up their mind and change times yearly.
They have their own special regulations (orange triangles -- which a lot of the Amish refuse to use anyway -- reflectors, lights, things of that nature)
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Mine does. She takes her bone and bowl to her cage, and if I still don't feed her, she starts hurling them at my ankles. It hurts. A lot. She's the only dog I've ever seen that can turn a bowl into a Frisbee.
Nah, both of mine do the same thing. Only they settle in before the door is closed and start hissing because they know we're taking them in.
Seeing as I read that as "What if in 5 years he's run over by a group of children in a drunk driving accident" I thought that pretty funny, yeah.
The right way 'round... not so much.
That kinda depends, though. Yeah, when I go to my GP I have time to read the thing... when I was in the ER with appendicitis... not so much. I was lucky I could tell the ceiling from the floor; I'd have signed my own death warrant if they put it in front of me.
To be fair, this all does sound like it is about GPs and specialists, not emergency.
Where are you, and are you taking new patients? ;)
I'm astonished at how many people go in for ingrown toenail fixes. If there's one thing that the old "home remedies" actually work for, those are it.
That's especially true if you pay attention to your body and don't let the toe get to the giant, throbbing, green and purple stage to begin with :p
Hot water, Epsom salts, and gentle lifting of the nail with the point of a file. That's all.
Disclaimer: I'm not advocating home remedies, herbal therapies, or quack medicine for all situations. In this one situations, a good, comfortable soak works. In others... not so much.
See, my *high school* did and does this through volunteers and boosters. I was amazed to learn this after I graduated, and very proud of them. The extra money that the athletic association brings in goes to the school.
This is why I always get thoroughly annoyed when the local school districts start crying that they need more tax money from us or they'll have to start doing pay-to-play. They don't if they just get a handful of volunteers to ask for money from people who want to support them, or to sell concessions, or to just be there and help so that the school doesn't need to pay assistant coaches or whatever. There are a million ways to support these things without forcing it on people.
I'm late to the party, but... wasn't that a bad assumption from the start? I mean geeze... read any and all literature dating back to when man first learned how to scribble with a burn stick and there's always at least one town bum out that who doesn't care to work and drifts by on whatever he can get from someone else.
The more things change, the more they stay the same...
(I like your idea, though; I've always thought it made more sense to do the training wheels thing than giving folks the choice between a handout and a jump into deep water).
Never a more apt analogy. I'm not 100% sure of the specific treatment, but I know someone who had something similar (erase everything, get marrow transplant, cross your fingers). It really looked like the cancer was finally giving up... then (and only a couple weeks ago) he got a virus and that was it.
Human firewalls would be quite useful.
The biggest possibility is likely to be you getting a nice new pair of cement shoes...
Sing it :)
My dad works telecomm for the local power company, and of course he's out in all weather when the #$%^ hits the fan, because if communication goes down... well, nothing else much is happening, either.
Most people are real nice to the guys who get out there and do the work, thankfully. I've seen them loudly cheered before.
Heh, I've done Nanowrimo twice now, and I wish I could write in my sleep. Who cares if it's coherent so long as you get to 50,000 ;)
If you've ever hung around the nanoism thread over on their forum, some of that stuff makes less sense than what you wrote in your sleep, and most of it's from people who were awake while writing.
They probably figure that anyone who can still smile after sitting in the waiting room of the DMV for two hours must need an eye kept on them...
I'm not sure what the laws are here -- though the "law" as such really seems to be :he who screams the loudest gets their money back"
One of these days I might come to trust them yet :) We'll see.
To ask a dumb question -- have you NEVER had one of your utilities screw up your billing? Or your insurance? Or anyone else?
I've had so many fights with the various companies that I pay bills with that it's kept me very much away from direct debit. Once the electric company manages to get $500 for a $50 bill, it's a nightmare to get my money back. But if I see that the bill is screwed up while the money is still in my pocket it's a lot easier to fix. So I still do checks.
It's getting tempting to do something more like this online bill pay thing (where you still control when the money gets released)... but I don't know. The places just can't seem to keep their shop in order.
"The elderly and weak are the least-likely to leave their homes on a regular basis anyway."
Local fellow here has broken into 4 homes (and attempted a fifth). All were of elderly folk, and all were while they were home.
If they're easy enough to push around, the crook doesn't give a damn if they're home or not. ...
Not that that means I think this is a particularly sensible idea, though.
The incredible amount that I find in the litter box begs to differ with you. Cats do indeed give a shit.
You too, eh? I remember solving several Induction Proofs in a first year computing class while I was asleep. Woke up, wrote them down, got As.
Now if I'd only been able to do that with my Networking homework I'd have been in good shape.
In my household we have a table like that... it's been doing it for 10 years now.
It's amazing what you'll put up with if you don't think you've got the money to fix something (or want to fix it right if you're going to fix it at all, and therefore keep putting it off).
(Though I'll admit it's not at all the same; vendor lock in is actively wasting your money, while a tipsy table might as the worst put some milk on the floor)
I'd like to second this... and the damn things know you're scared of them even if you don't know they're there and aren't reacting to them.
It's the only explanation I have for why the cussed things always pick me randomly out of a crowd.
I wish I had mod points for you. I think you hit the nail on the head.
I, as a female, was lucky to be encouraged to "geek out", and I ended up with my CS degree and life is good. It helped that my dad's in telecom/electrical engineering and has been since I was very little. All kinds of fun stuff to play with in the little organizer drawers in the garage.
Let me say amen to this! ...
Of course, if stuff came in boxes, we might... gasp!... reuse the boxes! And that would drive tupperware's stocks down :P
It is indeed. The college I work at uses it.
At least your signs give hours for those who do care to read them. Around here, our schools signs say "20 MPH during restricted hours" and then don't list the hours.
Yup, I'm supposed to memorize the school times for a dozen different districts... all of which can't make up their mind and change times yearly.
They have their own special regulations (orange triangles -- which a lot of the Amish refuse to use anyway -- reflectors, lights, things of that nature)