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Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Sunday, September 4, 2011

How NOT to start off vacay: Part 1

Like I promised I'm back with my little nuggets of wisdom, and this particular nugget comes from personal experience.
When going on vacation with your friends, try not to be too much of a bother.  Be polite, courteous, and most importantly, don't hemorrhage all over their house.
For example, if you are a silly child like myself, you will pack your shaving razor in your suitcase without any protection around it.  Not in toiletries bag or in a separate pocket, just lying in wait for your big mistake.  After making this first mistake, you will inevitably jam your hand into your bag and accidentally slice off a decent portion of your figure.  Yelling FLUP at the top of your lungs as you realise your fatal error.  Running to the bathroom, have the decency to politely tell your host that by no fault of their own, you are bleeding to death and may require some first aid.  Silently complain aloud to the nearest person that "it's really no big deal, I just wish it would stop bleeding".  If, as happened to me, the bleeding doesn't stop after two hours, you can start to panic a little.
That paranoid feeling you have that you're losing too much blood has a little bit of ground now and you can suggest to your friend that they wake up an adult who totally knows what to do in this situation.  If said adult looks baffled and apprehensive about your imminent death, it's appropriate to feel a little scared, while politely declining their offer to take you to the emergency room because you know it's rude to make someone drive you at 12 am to get one stitch and besides, your parents definitely don't want to receive your call at 1 am asking for your medical information.  Just suck it up and stifle the wound with layers and layers of bandages, then go to sleep and pray that you don't die of shock or blood loss over night, because that would be a huge inconvenience to your host, removing your dead body and all.

More Advice to come!

Saturday, December 4, 2010

Exams are coming my notebooks getting fat


please tell me teachers I'm done with that.

ANYWHO, if no one got my clever reference to that one christmas song "Christmas is coming" it's because you, like me, are so caught up in the feverish race to cram 3 months worth of knowledge into your tiny leetle mind for a two hour long mega-test, that there is no such thing as christmas in our mind at the moment. Your decemeber countdown is until the last exam, when Christmas will hit you hard in the face and you'll realize it was there all along. Everyone has different ways of coping, as was painstakingly explained to me the other day in a 20 minute long speech about how to prepare yourself mentally, physically, and pathologically for exams. Some of us never change our clothes, others decide that we are going to convert to judaism and write a post about it on our blog, despite the fact that our namesake is the mother of jesus, and some of us just...study. Because thats all you can do, no matter what a teacher tells you about "applying knowledge to everyday situations in order to get a more firm grasp on its practical implications" I'm never going to need to know what the flup the Krebs cycle is when converting chemical energy to adenosine triphosphate, or how it applies to my body. SOMEONE MADE IT UP JUST TO SPITE ME. sorry.
At any rate, it's getting late and I will try to update the blog after exams and during to get the full scope of the problem for your pleasure