heh.. just checking the sitemeter to see who has visited, and i found this…

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this isn’t a pr0n site! lol

Goooood morning everyone.

Hope you are all as prepared as i am to greet the new day in joy and wonderment!

My gran is doing much better now, her treatment for the ulcer is working just fine, however she needs still some treatment with her tummy, i guess the bad news is that she needs to go into a nursing home and not the independant living where she was before. So that’s kinda hard on her, however she should be much better tho. if all goes well I am seeing her today, if not it will be friday. Mum believes she looks much better.

I didn’t write about this earlier, but my sister’s dog passed away last week. she was only 8 - i have 4 cats which are the same age and all are healthy. Her dog had cancer, she gave it some herbs so zaney (the dog) could pass away peacefully, but it wasnt as peaceful as it could have been. That dog was almost the family dog. All of us in the family have taken care of it at some stage. I thought she was a gorgeous beasty, all that red fur, and she adored the massages i used to give her at night.

I had to give my dog away when we moved into this place two years ago. His name was Nero. He’d be 7 this year on November 1. i miss him. He was a brainy boy, chewed on bricks and knew how to unlatch gates. Like all stereotypical dogs he hated cats, however, our cats used to bait him, tease, walk around where he couldn’t get at them. My fondest memory was when he was 6 months old he had this small blue denim teddybear that my housemate bought for him. He loved it, for 3 months it went everywhere, then one day we heard this howling, and went outside to see what was wrong, and there, floating face down in the spa was the teddybear. We nearly died laughing at that one. Nero on the other hand was quite upset and ripped the bear to shreds once we dried it. I think of him every day, I hope Nero is enjoying his new home and his new family.

McCartney cancels Australian concert due to Bali bombing. 27/10/2002. ABC News Online

McCartney cancels Australian concert due to Bali bombing
Former Beatle Sir Paul McCartney has cancelled a concert in Melbourne next month in what he described as a gesture of respect to Australian victims of the Bali bombing.
“This is not the appropriate time for a rock show,” McCartney said in a statement released by his publicist. He was due to perform a sole Australian concert at Melbourne’s Docklands Stadium on November 23.
“Like many who have a deep fondness for Australia, I have been shocked and saddened by the recent terrible events in Bali,” McCartney said. “My heart goes out to all who have been affected by this tragedy.” The show would have marked the end of McCartney’s world tour. The musician, who is on tour in the United States, said he was unsure whether the concert could be rescheduled.
“In time, that show will hopefully come to be - but for now, my sympathies and those of all of us on this tour are with you all in your grief,” he said. Officials fear 89 Australians were killed in the October 12 car bombing.

How lame is that?

Australian’s don’t cancel events because a large number of us die. that’s like saying to the terrorists “Hey its OK. You managed to spoil our fun for today!” What a lame LAME excuse.

Paul McCartney, not only do you suck ass for accepting money to only play in one state, when there is a whole country full of your fans. You then think its OK to CANCEL? Jesus. Talk about whingy bloody poms. People like You make me ashamed of my heritage.

oh the sheer boredom of waking up in the middle of the night with a stomach ache and nothing else to relieve it.

i don’t know if i want to barf or what, and perversely, i sit here hungry, whilst putting up with what feels like a herd of cattle stomping across my abdomen with hot hooves.

i am forced to contemplate what caused this stomach ache, could it have been the absolutely delicious canneloni that i had? with spinach, feta cheese and mushrooms wrapped in a pasta shell, smothered in tomato sauce and finely chopped herbs and garlic? one hopes not. Still, i sit hunched over with a bloated belly and yearn for my warm bed.

Anyone else noticed how quiet it is at 4.30 in the morning?

i need more sleep.

its getting late and i am tired.

I have had a hard few days dealing with the illness of my grandmother. She’s 84 and has been in hospital for a few weeks. Now today they finally found out she wasnt fading away but had a stomach ulcer … so YAY she’s not dying.. but ouch.. stomach ulcer undiagnosed for two weeks? Nasty. No barium meals or endescopies tho.. she’s getting too old. they are just putting her on the medication cus they know she has had ulcers before.

and

Why on earth would someone search for this.

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and why would my blog be one of the results ….

Wilfred Owen

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!– An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.–
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,–
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.

This was written 80 years ago. Given that we now face the threat of chemical and biological warfare from more than just one country, and that the nuclear threat is not just a one day, but is here and now, its suddenly struck home to me that right now, we really do live in dangerous times. Its taken nearly 200 people to die in Bali for many people to re-assess our safety and start looking at how we got into the position of what we thought was neutral apathy, something that we used to cultivate in the world, to something where, we are perceived as a strong ally of one of the most hated countries in the world, and that somehow painted a target on our back.

We aren’t safe. Its a realisation that makes me feel sick in a way. No longer would Australia be seen as a country to be ignored in the grand scheme of things, we are in the thick of it. We have brought attention to ourselves, we have not used discretion, and it was done without our consent. Who knows what will happen next, when the next bomb will go off, where, who will get injured, or why was it done. All that we know is that when they go off, they kill people. People who have no interest in the wars of others, who have families, careers, one of them might have the cure of cancer, but we’ll never know because their contribution has been lost to us.

How far will terrorist organisations push Western Countries who have only wanted peace? Don’t they understand that right now, its like poking a wasps nest. Not all countries agree with what America does. They prefer to use diplomacy rather than bullying, greed and force. One day, terrorists will go too far. Kill one person too many… I think we have a grim future as it stands at the moment, and it makes me want to cry.

“Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori” - How sweet and fitting it is to die for one’s country

Why is having the flu so expensive?

I must have spent over the last 2 weeks about 50 or 60 dollars on flu medications, headache tablets, all such manner of things just so I could get through the day so i could sleep again.

I think perhaps the pharmaceutical companies don’t want things like the cold and the flu to be curable, or cancer, because if we were able to cure these things, there would be no more market for all the extra painkillers, analgesics, cancer treatments which cost thousands of dollars per person.

Can you imagine the loss of income?

Cure the flu or cold with these pills, only cost $5.00 for one pill and in two days (or less) its gone. No more need for cough medicine, extra headache tablets, the makers of codral would go out of business, no need to soldier on.

Lets think about it, altho things are made to supposedly cure, or extend a person’s life, these same companies which make alot of these drugs are researching cures, probably have cures locked up somewhere but don’t really want to lose their source of income, which would be us! If we think that is true, can we really trust them? can we be sure they really do see us as human beings and not cash cows to milk us of EVERY cent so we can get up for work the next day, symptoms suppressed, to be more productive to pay for this treatment?!

No wonder they bitch about natural therapies - they’re FREE!

I am back to blogging health now i have forked over the money to keep these people from curing me.

A 20 something child rejects a parental unit because the parental unit has unpleasant habits which result in bad things being said between both parties. A grandparent becomes ill, and another 20 something child makes contact to pass on the news and to convince the other one that its time to pull together and support the parental unit for when the grandparent passes on. Angry 20 something doesn’t want to be there at all, would be there for the grandparent but not the parental unit. What to do?

Get the relevant information sit down with 20 something sister and other parental unit, make decisions then.