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This is what I saw this morning from my bathroom window. I just had to hurry out again to get my cam and share…

dawn (with flash)

dawn (without flash)

more dawn (without flash)

yet more dawn (without flash)

Happy new hijri year!!!!!

Happy new year!!!!!

Brilliant (and not very nice) satire about islamophobia. Sorry (most) folks; it’s in German, but it’s so good I just had to mention it.

Scheibenwischer is a political-satirical tv show.
This clip is taken from their show looking back on 2007, shown on Dec. 29th.
I saw it on tv then, and must build a shrine to Mr Rether now.
And thanks to Musafira (in German…) for finding the YouTube link elsewhere and posting it.

As per your request: a few charming pics of my tormented finger, taken about 26 hours after the incident. Enjoy.

all three stitches

from above

from below

Nice blue, eh?

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still friends (early afternoon of Dec. 30th)

I was bored and sitting around with an unbandaged finger, so now you can suffer more recent pics (Dec. 30th, at around 10pm):

all three stitches - again

from above - again

from below - again

Here’s some Christmas fog from this morning for Lynette….

White Christmas

Probably not the appropriate topic to squeeze in between Eid al Adha and Christmas, but I can’t help the timing.

Spam emails - don’t we all know that problem?

On my AOL account I always had dozens. Funnily enough, as soon as they - finally - introduced a bulk folder, hardly any spam arrived at that address anymore at all.
But even with my favourite, yahoo, I have made it a habit to check out my bulk folder, even before it started dumping my Site Meter reports and emails from a stranger with a weird email address into it. Mistakes happen, so it’s better to check before the bulk folder eats an important email.

So, anyway.
What I was trying to say is that I have read my share of spam mail titles. And concerning one obsessively returning subject, I have long since started to say that - as a woman - if I really got all those advertised inches I’d by now have one impressive, er, you know…

Annoying or amusing as they were, those email titles always made sense, as far as I remember.

I just found that I had a new email in my bulk folder and thought, “well, maybe PH is as bored as I am right now,” and went and looked.
Wasn’t PH though. Was “Dr. Clark Corona”, and I was not quite clear what he wished to tell me.
“Do not be shame by reason of of your machine size,” he assured me.
[sarcasm] “Well, if I were a guy, I’d sure do my best not to, thank you; finally a voice of reason out there,” I thought.
But - lo and behold! - inside it says: [/sarcasm]

Your girl does not want to have sex with you for reason of your male organ size.
Don’t miss this perfect possibility to solve the trouble.
All you have to do is just make use of our male instrument enlargement.
You will forget about trouble and your girl will be glad

Oh, don’t worry, I think I have 50 inches or so by now. Dunno how glad that would make my girl if I had one.

*wonders what exactly “our male instrument enlargement” might be*
*guesses that everyone with a normal pain threshold probably doesn’t wish to find out*

Congrats, PH, your visit this (well, actually yesterday) morning to comment on the Eid post was the 10,000th visit to my blog since I installed Site Meter way back in my Blogspot times.
Spent a long time there reading as well, or did you just forget to close the window?

Anyway, I need your name and address now to send you your prize.

Nawww, joking, although there should be some price in some way. Ideas, ideas….

Eid mubarak!

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Those people in the lame time zones over in America can come back when it’s Wednesday for them…

… I feel a bit like throttling my doctor.

You all know I’ve been suffering from a cold and bronchitis. When my first antibiotic was all gone, the doc switched to another one, which I’ve been taking for the last four days now.
Apart from having bellyaches now and feeling sick at times, I have a very dry mouth and the inside of my mouth and my tongue are hurting.

When that prompted me to stick out my tongue at the bathroom mirror this morning I decided I don’t need antibiotics anymore.

Well, I do.

But definitely not this one.

your tongue on Amoxicillin

I sat down today and read the patient information leaflet (PIL).
Unwanted side effects may occur very often, often, occasionally, rarely, or very rarely. Each of these terms the PIL defines in a 1 patient per x ratio.

The side effects I am having the pleasure of experiencing are all listed under “very often”. Can you guess the ratio given for that?!?!
1 patient out of 10 or more!!!

Excuse me, whatever gives any doctor the idea that anyone would wish to take this? Especially considering the staggering number of different antibiotics available on the market.

1 out of 10 patients (or more) may also experience severe diarrhea, which may be a sign for a very serious type of colics that requires immediate medical treatment. Well, thank goodness for small favours, eh…?

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Update (2007/12/10):

As I am not merely still sick, but my cough got worse again, I called my doctor from work and told him that I had stopped taking the Amoxicillin and why.
Here’s what he said (*switches on instant translation machine*): “Ah, yes, unfortunately a lot of people suffer side effects from Amoxicillin, but its effects cover a broader range, so it is commonly given to smokers….”
If I could have, I’d have crawled through the phone to throttle him at that point.
So he gave me Amoxicillin because he - again - forgot that I quit smoking in ‘01. I don’t know how often I have been there with a cold or bronchitis, having the following conversation with him:

“Well, you smoke, of course…”
“Um, no, I don’t anymore….”

What I do know is that we were having that conversation the day he prescribed the f***ing Amoxicillin!!