Sorry there's trouble on the home front; been there; that's a MAJOR
stressor (sp?).

That's The Peter Principle at work, Will. <g>

Dave

Over the weekend while channel surfing I heard a talking head say,
"The purpose of every war is to destroy property and kill people." No
matter how justified a war is spun to the public that is what it is
really about.

Elizabeth Blake wrote:

The reason I asked about WKRP was because of my earlier mention of Les
Nessman. He was a character on the show that had a wore a bandaid on
every episode of the show that ran for a few years.

Dave

Elizabeth Blake wrote:

I take baby aspirin 3x a week. I am trying setting 2 now, so we'll see
what happens.
Cheers,
Trinity

OK, here's the deal, when you are on all fours, and on a leash, and your
dog is taking you out for a walk, you'll be excused. ;-) Just like one
of our neighbors said when another neighbors dog pooped in his yard. The
offending neighbor said... well, your kid comes into my yard sometimes
too. My neighbor then said, when my kid comes into your yard and poops,
please let me know and I'll deal with it, in the meantime, clean this
sh.t up.
--
Cheri

Anil wrote in message
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Thank you so much. For years I had people stare at my psoriasis and
then turn away if they realized I knew they were looking. Actually, I
didn't mind at all most of the time. In fact, I always hoped they
would have to courage to say something like, "What is that?" so I
could give them a very quick, simplified education about the disease.

Quite often it was some little kid that would be honest enough to ask
something like, "You got an owie mister?" Usually Mommy would tell
them to stop staring and leave me alone. Instead if they would let me
I would tell the little tyke (while Mommy was listening) that it
doesn't hurt and I didn't injure it. It is just skin that grows about
ten times as fast and as thick as ordinary skin. It is not contagious
and is not some kind of infection. Sometimes then the Mommy might ask
a question or two about it. I could tell you numerous stories since I
have had it all of my life, although I didn't know what it was until I
was properly diagnosed in my early fifties.

Well, when I was diagnosed with T2 diabetes I kind of used the same
attitude. That goes to the old saying, "When life gives you lemons,
make lemonade." I have never made a big show of testing at all.
However, if someone happens to see me doing it and asks I give them a
brief explanation. There have also been times when I may have said
that I don't eat some particular food because of diabetes or when some
well intentioned person has told me that I can't eat this or that
because of diabetes. I then tell them I can eat just about anything so
long as I practice portion control and watch my blood glucose
readings. If they then ask how I do that I have sometimes asked,
"Would you like to see how I test?" More often than not they do want
to see how it is done. They are usually amazed that it takes so little
blood and that I don't flinch when I use the lancet. They think it
takes more blood and a bigger cut. More than a few times I have had
them ask if I could test their blood to see what theirs is. I change
lancets and if they will let them use it or if they want I will do it.

In other words, I use it as an educational tool.

I think we make far too much fuss over normal things in life such as
belching and farting. For instance, I worked with a man who is a close
friend. This guy is a mountain of a man and very masculine. I have
heard him on more than one occasions tell one of our fellow workers,
"If you must do that, have the courtesy to go to the bathroom to do
it. Otherwise hold it in." Now when you have a bunch of blue collar
workers kidding around and there aren't any ladies nearby some will
actually do their darnedest to make as much noise and a big show out
of polluting the air with their methane. I don't think it is something
that we have to make a big joke out of, but nor do I feel that I
should have to give myself a gut ache trying to wait until I get
somewhere that has a bathroom available. (Not when at times we didn't
get near one for four hours or more at a time.)

What I never did figure out was why one of them would do this when
they were all gathered in one place and then kind of have a contest to
see who would move away first rather than inhaling the odor.

Little kids think belching and farting are about the funniest things
on this earth. I wonder why we stop agreeing with them.

Would I do it at the table in a restaurant? No way. At least not
intentionally. OTOH, in some societies that is considered a compliment
to the cooking. Some compliment!