Crematoriums hate this one trick!

Should I be calling it a foot speculum or heel speculum? Which sounds worse?

Achilles speculum? Tarsal speculum?

This one took me a moment. At first glance I thought this was posted under work reform lol. I got really curious.

A few years back my 19 yo American son had a great experience working the summer as a camp counselor here in the states. It is a religious camp (not that my son is that religion) that draws in campers from the states and Europe. Many of those campers as they get older come back as counselors. They get the appropriate visas, make money working the camp for 8 weeks, then take the few weeks after camp before they have to leave and blow that money on traveling the States and their trip home. It was an incredible experience and inspired my son to bust his ass, save money, and a few years later took a self funded trip to Europe where he couch surfed these homes of the friends he made.

I think about those kids this year. There’s no way I’d risk traveling back to this shit hole country if I were them.

When I was growing up I never connected that we always had a special “breakfast for dinner” the night before Easter. What was happening is that my parents would carefully crack one end of a dozen eggs to preserve the majority of the shell, and wash them. After lightly baking the empty shells to make sure they were dry/sanitary, my dad would fill them with a candy mix (M&Ms, Skittles, peanuts, mints) then seal the egg with royal icing and dry. These eggs would be hidden in random places throughout the house. Little kid me never questioned the arrival of the eggs, but enjoyed smashing the shell and spilling the candy out.

By the time I had kids, the best I could muster is plastic shells we would fill with candy and toys. My kids still had fun and I just reused the shells year after year.

I work in hospice, and can’t describe the anger and sadness I have at moments. I say moments because if I let it fester I’d be of no help.

Like the young woman that recently passed - a few years ago she was diagnosed with extremely high blood pressure in her 30s, so had to go on medication. Shortly after she lost her job and couldn’t afford it, so quit talking her meds. Next thing you know she had a stroke. A couple years later she has complications leading to another event, and now she’s dead.

Because lifesaving medicine and healthcare is too expensive, parents watched their child die.

I just build ovens for a living, I didn’t think they’d actually use them.

Oh God, the truth in this hurts.

I love cilantro, but the taste of rose makes me think of potpourri and soap in old lady’s bathrooms. I’ve had rose flavored Turkish delight before, and it was okay, but I much prefer the other flavors.

He passed in 2000 at the age of 52. 😐

I loved watching him when I was growing up, but as adulthood and kids took over my life, he slipped away. Thanks for the memory!

It’s not supposed to be dark yellow, so I’m guessing better hydrated.