Notes from a bemused canuck
I realised that I didn’t post anything yesterday. Partly it was due to being very tired, partly it was due to being a bit low. I realised this horrible situation this morning and tried to post my shame nun, but apparently it didn’t go through. I will try and do better.
Russian men losing years to vodka: spirit linked to 35% of cases where a man dies before age 55, with study citing national sport of spectacular drunkenness.
http://www.theguardian.com/world/2014/jan/31/russian-men-losing-years-to-vodka
Terry: Vera, did you know that 25% of Russian men die before the age of 55?
Vera: Yes, I did, my dad was one of them.
Stalin is giving a speech when somebody sneezes. He asks, “who did that?”. Silence. He says, “kill the first row”. He asks, “who did that?”. Silence. He says, “kill the second row”. He asks, “who did that?”. An arm shakes upwards and a small voice says “me”. “Bless you”, says Stalin.
The contest:
The corporate legal response:
The two finger salute:
Having to sit through a supposedly one-hour presentation, which goes over by 50%, and having your brain melt out of your ears and nose, and the only thought you have leaving the room is “well, that’s 1.5 hours of my life I’ll never get back”, is not a happy feeling.
So, according to the docs at her local hospital, she has two broken ribs and possibly a punctured lung. The ribs are broken high up on her back, which indicate a significant force of impact. She’s been given fairly hefty painkillers and she was kept under observation for her lung with more xrays planned for tomorrow.
My mom is under observation at the hospital. She was feeling some pain today and went for some more xrays. More info to come. It’s like exercising. It always hurts more, not the following day, but the one after that.