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Friday, August 01, 2008

ABORTION vs WELFARE
Category: Life

Mr High and Mighty sits, drinking his skinny soy double shot latte flicking through the weekend paper.

His suit is well made, maybe a $600 deal, his shirt is a seasonal shade of green and tie matches.

He's well groomed, appears take pride in his appearance, and doesn't mind people knowing from the way that he's dressed that he has a little extra cash to splash around. Upper middle class is my bet. Mummy and Daddy probably sent him to a private school, and on the holidays I imagine he got almost everything he wanted.

He's with an equally well presented friend. This one is reading BRW.

Mr High and Mighty scoffs

His friend enquires

There's an article in the paper about abortion

"It should just be made illegal. What right do you have to say if a child lives or dies?"

I think to myself 'what right do YOU have"

The friend, seemingly uninterested in getting into the debate, shrugs his shoulders and continues to read his magazine.

As I overhear this, I get angry on the inside. I'm pro choice. I don't think I really have the right to tell someone what they can and can't do with their body, and I wouldn't want someone telling me what to do if they don't understand my circumstances.

Things aren't that black and white when it comes to abortion.

Mr High and Mighty continues to read, flicking page after page, then scoffs and chuckles, again

The friend looks up with a raised eyebrow, asking the questions without saying a word

"They want to up the single parent benefit. I don't want my taxes paying for that! Just get a school hour job sweetheart!"

His friend spots me looking at them over Mr High and Mighty's shoulder, and smiles at me uncomfortably.

But his comments got me thinking

How many people out there are anti-abortion, and also anti-welfare?

You don't want to give expectant mums who, for whatever reason, don't want to have a baby they weren't planning, but you also wont support the outcome of the decision you're taking away from her?

A lot of expectant parents want abortions because of the circumstances.

They can't afford it

They're too young

They don't have the support they need to give the baby a good life

And these people who say 'No. You can't think for yourself and make this decision about YOUR body and your unborn baby" also say "Uh, single parent? Not enough money?.. Don't have kids if you can't support them"

Maybe it's societies Karma

You take away my choice to choose

I'll suck you dry via taxes

I decided that Mr High and Mighty wasn't really High & Mighty

Just a dickhead.

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Valkyrie Profile 2 - The Source Of Much Anger
Category: Games

I'm a Valkyrie

Cast out by the gods

Punished for my definance

Trapped inside the body of deceptively timid looking mortal princess

I'm travelling the world, collecting warriors, magicians, and mercenaries to fight beside me as I go up against the gods.

But I'm stuck on Chapter 4

I can't kill the giant wasp.

I've done everything I can think of. Different combinations of party, different attacks, magic, items, none of it works

I've even read multiple forums on the subject and done everything they've said, and nothing.

I'm useless

I've failed

I might as well give up now.

That's right, I quit.

*sigh*

I never thought I'd be the type of person who'd get hooked on a computer game, but cest la vie.

It just makes me so frustrated

Quite angry in fact

Not that I'm competitive

Or expect myself to be able to do anything I don't already know first go

Nah

Nothing like that

... ok, I'm done with my complaining

if anyone has any hints and tips, please share.

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

FOR ANYONE WHO EVER DOUBTED ANGLES
Category: Life

For the  most part, I believe that we're all looked after.

 

We all have a guide of some sort, some of us are aware of them, some of us aren't. But they're there.

 

My Dad is a young 53. ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" />

 

He hasn't touched alcohol in about 15 years, he doesn't have the sort of diet that the Biggest Loser would scoff at, and he's pretty fit.

 

He leads a good lifestyle, never strays from his eating habits, mainly because he can't, but also because he doesn't want to.

 

Every six months he has to visit the doctor and have his cholesterol levels checked. He has a genetic cholesterol issue that the doctors monitor closely and which he takes medication for daily.

 

About five weeks ago, mum was due her check up, and she made Dad go with her for his at the same time, two months earlier than he was scheduled. She wasn't sure why he needed go early, she just 'knew'.

So they did the usual array of tests, and the doctor freaked out when she saw Dads results.

 

His cholesterol reading was 8.3

 

This generally means your due a heart attack any day now

 

But the doctors bedside manner was not great, she actually had a go at mum and dad for not doing what they should be doing to manage it, because that's the only thing she could think of that would be an problem. Her initial instinct was to give dad a stronger medication, but mum said No. They hadn't been doing anything any differently, and he should be referred to the specialist to check.

 

After a battle of wills, eventually the doctor sent him off to the specialist to see what could be causing the issues.

 

The strange thing about this 8.3 was that all the other readings were very good and healthy. It was just the one reading that was high, something quite unusual. You'd expect one of the other readings to be up as well, but no, Dad is special.

 

The specialist ordered a lot of tests, he even ordered tests that you wouldn't normally do to check for high Cholesterol, and one of them was one of those body scans they give you. You have to drink the dye and lay on the slab… that sort of thing.

 

Just as well he did.

 

Mum and Dad sat in the specialists office and waited for him to tell them his findings.

 

"the good news Mr J, is that you cholesterol is actually fine. The reading on the day was wrong, a Rouge if you like. It's actually 3.4, well within the healthy range. This happens from time to time, faulting reads, faulty staff, faulty equipment. It's rare, but it does happen"

 

The first emotion of course, was relief

 

"However"

 

Uh-Oh

 

"I'm sorry to have to tell you that we have found a growth on your left Kidney. It's about the size of golf ball, and it's only 5 months old"

 

Cancer?

 

"well we don't know. At the rate that it is growing there's a strong possibility that it is infact cancer, but we wont know until we get it out"

 

Out?

 

And so the specialist went on to explain that the growth was in a great spot, away from any in-bits and out-bits so if it was cancer, it wouldn't spread through his lymph. They also said that they would only cut out the bad bit, and leave the rest of the kidney there because it was perfectly fine and would function like normal.

 

And they would need to remove a rib to do it.

 

They also said, that there is no other way of knowing that you have this, until it's too late. Too Late being to point where it's consumed the kidney, and part of the bladder, and then there's not much they can do. The fact that an incorrect cholesterol reading brought us to this point is actually quite amazing. The doctors couldn't  believe how lucky he is, and I don't think he can either.

 

They booked him for surgery three weeks from the day.

 

That was last Wednesday, and what a day that was.

 

Mum and I were told that the operation would take 3 hours. We came back to the hospital when we were asked to, and we waited.

 

And waited

 

And waited some more

 

Mum started to look a little grey, "something isn't right" she said

 

"He'll be fine, they're the best in the city mum, they'll take care of him"

 

We waited some more, 2 hours in fact, then we were told he'd be up in 10 minutes.

 

Another hour passed and they finally wheeled him past us and into Intensive Care.

 

He looked bad

 

I know he'd just had major surgery, but he looked bad.

 

Very grey, oxygen masks, half a dozen drips, 2 pain relief systems, and a heart / BP / Temperature monitor… which was going crazy. We couldn't get much out of the nurses and the on-duty doctor, just that the surgeon would talk to dad in the morning and explain.

 

Dad was grumpy and difficult as the anesthesia wore off. He kept trying to get out of bed, and complaining that he wasn't comfy. Realising that there wasn't much point in us being there until he was well enough to actually know we were there, I took  mum home.

 

We discovered the following day that during the surgery on his kidney, his lung collapsed, and they spent and hour and half trying to stabilise him, and pumped 2 units of blood into him while he was still open.

 

Then while he was recovering, some dozy nurse put an over head monkey bar on the bed so he could pull himself up, but she put it on the wrong side. Dad used it, without thinking, and then was in agony again for 36 hours. It irritated the lung issue and found his lung surrounded by a pocket of air, and unable to inflate. The doctors held off draining it out, and ordered bed rest for the weekend to see if it would fix itself.

 

It seems to have done the trick. Yesterday he was miles better again. They finally took him off the oxygen and he's breathing on his own. Today they're going to attempt to get him out of bed so he can have a shower.

 

It's all systems go… he's out of the woods, so to speak, and should make a full recovery.

 

Oh, and the biospy of the growth, all three of the biopsies on the growth, show that it's actually not cancer. They don't know what it is, but they know what it isn't.

 

If I ever doubted that my family has an army of guardian angles looking after us, they've been well and truly put to rest.

 

 

It's clear that Dads angles have been working over time.

 

 

When have yours looked after you or a loved one?

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Sunday, July 13, 2008

WORKING 9 TO 5 - WHAT A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING
Category: Blogging

Ah, the daily grind, 

Working 9 to 5

Or in my case, 8 to 4, is a total bloody pain.

I hate 8 to 4

Correction; I hate my current 8 to 4

I've never really felt like I belong in this kind of stock standard structure. I'm sure may of us feel  this way.

I'm one of those people who is convinced I was made for great things. I was put here for reason, and I just haven't quire worked out what my greatness is yet.

Writing?

Hmm.. maybe not. I'm not a great writer, froma structured creativity point of view, so probably not that. I might develop a pen a name and start writing hot steamy Bills & Moon type stuff. I'm sure there's a market for that, however well written it is.

Poet?

Perhaps, although I haven't written anything for quite some time. There just isn't enough pain and misery in my life, damn it! ... besides, most poets only become infamous once they're dead. So I have a long wait, and even then I can't enjoy it.

Celebrity?

I can't see my face gracing the cover of Who Weekly, or NW. Maybe with a headline "things not to wear to the beach" or "Those Shoes with THAT Outfit??"

Infamy?

Infamy I could handle. Not sure what I'd do to deserve it, but I could handle infamy.

Inventor?

I could come up with the next big thing and present it to the Dragons Den for backing. That would cover off Celebrity and Infamy in one wouldn't it?..

In all seriousness, my problem is that I  just don't know what I want, and I hate the project that I'm on.

There are only half a dozen of the people here that I actually like, the rest of them irritate the crap out of me and find me fighting off daydreams of inflicting paint on them.

I don't like sticking at a job I hate. Normally I'd just up and leave and go and find something else, but part of inflicting this reoccuring pain on myself makes me think that if I can put myself through this, day after day, it can only get better here.

One would hope.

It does get better right?

 

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Wednesday, July 09, 2008

TALK TO THE ANIMALS
Category: Blogging

So this morning there was an advertisment on the television for a Spanish Horse show here in Adelaide.

And I thought to myself

How do you know the horse is Spanish?

Does it have a passport?

Does it eat Piella?

Does take mid afternoon naps?

Or, does it have an accent?

Do animals, in their animal tongue, have accents and speak other languages?

Or is the language of Dog universal?

A dog from France and a Dog from Australia could talk easily if Dog was universal

What if it's not?

Do they need translators?

So many questions!

... That's my random thought for the day. Feel free to share your own.

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