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Love in the Moon
Sep. 17th, 2013 12:52 pmI had an entry all planned, but it needed a photo, which I forgot to take. Tsk. So there's something to look forward to: my octopus embroidery. I'll have to find something else to witter about today.
I know! There was an article in the medical newspaper at work about a 22-year-old man who went fishing and caught a fish. A nice day out for him... until it wasn't. He said he was going to kiss the fish before throwing it back in, but somehow he managed to swallow it instead. There is a photo of the fish's head (spoiler: it didn't make it) next to a ruler, courtesy of the the hospital, and the head alone measures 5 cm/2 inches, so I can't quite picture how that worked: he's puckered up to kiss the fish when he suddenly opens his mouth so wide the fish leaps out of his hands and straight down his gullet? Okay.
It still had the hook and line attached, but the man and his friends couldn't pull it out, so they drove him to the nearest town, population 1,200, where he had an emergency cricothyrotomy to establish an airway. Then he was transferred to a larger hospital in another state (that makes it sound like a major trip, but I just looked up the towns and they're only about 25 km/15 miles apart, just on the other side of the border). There he had an 'extremely tricky' orotracheal intubation. Then he was transferred to a bigger hospital 130 km/80 miles away where they finally got the fish out by cutting off its tail and hollowing out its insides, then dragging the collapsed carcase out. The man then developed aspiration pneumonia and sepsis, but he's all right now. And he's probably never going to kiss another fish ever again.
Anyway, the whole point of me telling you all that is that the doctor talking to the journalist said, 'The important thing is we didn't flounder.' Well punned, sir.
A few months ago I was flipping through an old magazine in a waiting room. That's where I get all my beauty tips. It had an article about hair conditioner. It said that the creamy hair conditioner you leave on for three minutes then wash off is bad, very bad. Don't use it!, it said. Use a serum that you spritz on after towelling your hair dry instead, and your hair will be livelier and your life will be better and the sun will shine brighter. A serum, oh, just like that one pictured in the ad on the other side of the page. Hmm. So when I finished my bottle of conditioner last week, I thought I'd give this spritz-on serum conditioner a go (not necessarily the one the magazine suggested, because I couldn't remember what it was). And you know what? The magazine was right. Not about the sun shining brighter; that's because it's spring. And my life is not noticeably better, but then, it was already pretty cruisey. But my hair is definitely more lively, so well done, old magazine.
That may have been the same magazine that suggested that if you have a hunger for something that perhaps you feel you shouldn't have, like that last piece of cake, don't eat it. Draw it! That will stave off the pangs. Apparently. ( Let's see )
I know! There was an article in the medical newspaper at work about a 22-year-old man who went fishing and caught a fish. A nice day out for him... until it wasn't. He said he was going to kiss the fish before throwing it back in, but somehow he managed to swallow it instead. There is a photo of the fish's head (spoiler: it didn't make it) next to a ruler, courtesy of the the hospital, and the head alone measures 5 cm/2 inches, so I can't quite picture how that worked: he's puckered up to kiss the fish when he suddenly opens his mouth so wide the fish leaps out of his hands and straight down his gullet? Okay.
It still had the hook and line attached, but the man and his friends couldn't pull it out, so they drove him to the nearest town, population 1,200, where he had an emergency cricothyrotomy to establish an airway. Then he was transferred to a larger hospital in another state (that makes it sound like a major trip, but I just looked up the towns and they're only about 25 km/15 miles apart, just on the other side of the border). There he had an 'extremely tricky' orotracheal intubation. Then he was transferred to a bigger hospital 130 km/80 miles away where they finally got the fish out by cutting off its tail and hollowing out its insides, then dragging the collapsed carcase out. The man then developed aspiration pneumonia and sepsis, but he's all right now. And he's probably never going to kiss another fish ever again.
Anyway, the whole point of me telling you all that is that the doctor talking to the journalist said, 'The important thing is we didn't flounder.' Well punned, sir.
A few months ago I was flipping through an old magazine in a waiting room. That's where I get all my beauty tips. It had an article about hair conditioner. It said that the creamy hair conditioner you leave on for three minutes then wash off is bad, very bad. Don't use it!, it said. Use a serum that you spritz on after towelling your hair dry instead, and your hair will be livelier and your life will be better and the sun will shine brighter. A serum, oh, just like that one pictured in the ad on the other side of the page. Hmm. So when I finished my bottle of conditioner last week, I thought I'd give this spritz-on serum conditioner a go (not necessarily the one the magazine suggested, because I couldn't remember what it was). And you know what? The magazine was right. Not about the sun shining brighter; that's because it's spring. And my life is not noticeably better, but then, it was already pretty cruisey. But my hair is definitely more lively, so well done, old magazine.
That may have been the same magazine that suggested that if you have a hunger for something that perhaps you feel you shouldn't have, like that last piece of cake, don't eat it. Draw it! That will stave off the pangs. Apparently. ( Let's see )