Forget the swine flu (or, as coined by James Lileks, the “Tijuana Pig Plague”)!
You can protect yourself from those who cough and sneeze and spread their germs right out in the open.
But you never know who around you is suffering from that silent killer, constipation.
The WHO will sound the warning for a potentially pandemic flu, but nary a word on those who can’t produce excreta.
And as we all know…
It’s constipation that will get you in the end.
Thanks folks, I’ll be here all night and don’t forget to tip the waitress….
The highlights for me: some common swine flu sense from Nurse Jo over at Head Nurse and the continuing Adventures of Bob, the Nurse! Seems Keith from Digital Doorway has a new friend in Mr. Bob, and Bob gets around!
Thanks, Gina, for a wonderful edition (and I still get excited when I see my button on your sidebar! : D)
Hey, Nurse K over at Crass Pollination is having a pledge drive. It’s easy, it’s fast and you don’t have to sit through any long pledge breaks before you get to the good stuff. It’s only going on for a week, so don’t miss out on supporting one of our own! Bloggers supporting bloggers – it’s what we do!
The Medblogger Meet-Up at BlogWorld/New Media Expo 09 is still under construction (pardon our dust). I should have some information on registration soon. In the meantime, get those days off, start saving those pennies and remember, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas unless you happen to run into Dr. Anonymous and his video cam!
I’m sitting at Starbucks and I should be studying Buddhism, specifically the Zen offshoot.
Something tells me there is more to Zen than those little gardens of sand with the tiny rakes.
Maybe if I meditate over this latte I’ll reach Nirvana.
The state of, not the rock group.
Bet Siddhartha never thought of that back in the day!
And if you don’t know what I’m talking about, don’t worry, neither did I until this week!
I could use some meditation right about now.
Work is a pain in the butt.
Not because it is bad, but because I am experiencing a really bad case of I-don’t-want-to-be-there, aka: burn out.
Which is totally nuts because I have no reason to be burned out.
I just want to be anywhere but there.
I want to be studying.
I want to be doing laundry and dusting.
I want to be blogging.
I want to be able to watch Nascar with two bottles of Bud Light (with Lime), which I can’t do when I have to go work.
Instead I am picking up a ton of hours to cover for various and sundry reasons.
I always say “NO MORE”.
And then I pick up more.
Buddha would say my life is full of dukkha because I am experiencing way too much tanha.
And he would be right.
Basically, it means I’m miserable and whiny because I want something I don’t have and I’m craving what I do want, but according to the Buddha, in the end, I’ll be miserable anyway.
It just sounds so much less bitchy when Buddha says it.