Posted on 08/05/2012 4:43:59 PM PDT by ConservativeStatement
"Unexpected Swallowing of a Knife" -- that's a grabbier title than most ones you see in medical journals.
The short item, a clinical image in this week's New England Journal of Medicine, explains that a 30-year-old woman with a history of bulimia had been bragging to friends that she no longer had a gag reflex. She put the knife into her mouth and then laughed -- at which point she swallowed the knife.
(Excerpt) Read more at sun-sentinel.com ...
In May/June of this year I was given a Jolokia pepper seedling
as a gift. I have at current about a dozen fruit ripening, and it's now just a race to see if my HAZMAT gear arrives before they're ready for harvest so they can be safely processed into salsas, curry and other semi-palatable dishes.
I've been burning to rid myself of this pesky lower intestine for some time now, and this vulcan veggie should do the trick "nicely."
May the undead August thread be filled with smiles and joy in posts and fellowship! May all be well. May all do what is well with our Lord and Savior Jesus. Amen.
WHOA! Those look positively deadly!
Those are very attractive. I have a lot of peppers of various kinds right now. Since I’m not feeling the urge to cook much with them, I’ll have to make sauces and freeze them for future use. Serrano sauce for when we all need our sinuses cleared ;-).
Awesome looking peppers!
I bet they’d be a surprise in your omelette!
85 here, at 1:16 EDT. We’ve had two full days without storms, so Epic Fail is mowing the lawn.
Yet I bet it would be a great omelette!!
Who is Epic Fail...freeper?
My son Tom, the “Epic Fail Lawn Service.” He didn’t run the weedeater, so I’m not going to pay him ;-).
O.K...... LOL! Love the name.
It’s just being accurate ;-).
We’ve had a very rainy summer, and everyone’s lawns are barely under control. I was over at a friend’s house on Saturday and said, “I see you use the Epic Fail Lawn Service, too!” (that is, her teenage children) and she said, “They’re not worth it, but what can you do?” At least she doesn’t have a homeowner’s association sending her nasty-grams about grass in the sidewalk cracks.
This is a new level of obsessive-compulsive battiness. It’s almost as if they’ve hired Pat to prowl the neighborhood looking for “violations.” Most of our letters from them have to do with cars parked on the street, either Bill’s or Anoreth’s, and there’s been an occasional “Mow your front yard, please,” and one about repainting the door and shutters.
I don’t know if I could live in a homeowners association area. I guess if the house was something I REALLY loved.
I just bought two green bell peppers, and will slice them into rings and dehydrate them, then freeze them. Handy!
Another resident died over the weekend. That’s two in as many weeks. And two of my immediate neighbors have gone on to bigger and better places to live.
Three vacancies in one building. *sheesh*
Losing neighbors like that has got to hurt a bit.
We had two days to find a place to live, for DP and me, seven children and a cat. All things being equal, this place could be a lot worse. The good thing about this “community management” company is that they don’t charge as much as a previous contractor. The bad thing is they send rude letters about grass in your sidewalk cracks!
If TSHTF and we’re burning our fence palings to boil kudzu soup, I’m sure we’ll get letters telling us that harvesting kudzu from the common areas is prohibited, and please replace missing fence palings that are visible from the street!
The local ABC affiliate has the “HOA Hall of Shame” to bring to light stupid stuff the residents have to put up with. The best one was a guy who was just plain mean and cranky, and this week, the station revealed he is in SO much hot water with the HOA and the state.
He actually called a meeting last year at his house, of the homeowners and wouldn’t let them leave until he had laid down a new set of rules. More than peasants were watching this segment. He has since been charged with multiple counts of kidnapping, fraud (to the tune of $10,000) and various other counts of crimes that defy description. He isn’t so doggone cocky, now.
He and his wife may yet end up in prison.
Roundup is good for the sidewalk growth.
My parents have a number of deaths among their neighbors, too. It’s like that in a senior citizens’ residence of any kind.
Today was the 46th anniversary of a couple in our parish; they were at the 11:00 Mass. The gentleman has Alzheimer’s, but when Father Gary gave them a blessing and then said, “You may kiss your bride,” he brightened up and did!
They were married just a few weeks after I was born. Two of their grandchildren died in a house fire a few years ago. ... I can’t help but hope that Fred doesn’t remember that, but does remember 1966, when he and Linda were newlyweds.
Because of CFIDS, I don’t socialize much, so losing a neighbor to death or moving is not much of a loss for me. I’ve learned the hard way that becoming “friends” with someone in a small community such as this can be a double-edged sword.
In a way I want to help, and I will listen if they need to talk, but I won’t share myself with them except to tell them about CFIDS. To share more than that is to open myself to gossip and the bad natures of some of the residents who have nothing better to do than discuss their neighbors.
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