A conversation between me and my sister about my potential haircut. I still don’t know what to do, and the responses to my pictures were exactly 50-50. Blah… I hate making decisions.
HEALTH officials are paid to feel apprehensive. For some years they have feared that tuberculosis (TB), an ancient scourge tamed by modern drugs, might evolve into a new, indestructible state. New strains of mycobacterium tuberculosis have already emerged, some resistant to isoniazid and rifampicin, two of the best known treatments, and some resistant to additional injected drugs. The advent of completely resistant TB seemed inevitable. Now it may have arrived.
On January 17th doctors in Mumbai declared that a dozen patients at Hinduja National Hospital had contracted TB that responded to no treatment. Three had already died. If the claim is proven true, it would usher a new era for an old foe.
M. tuberculosis does its dirty work mainly in the lungs, where it destroys tissue. A cough, sneeze or even idle chatter can propel the bacterium into the air, then into the lungs of another person. In the 20th century antibiotics helped to quash TB in much of the rich world. But the bacterium has mutated.
True facts, when I was little I wanted to run away and work with a traveling circus as a trapeze artist and acrobat. I was terrible at gymnastics, so idk why I thought I would be good at it, but it always looked like fun.
I ended up spending four years working at the renaissance fair with a boss who did travel across the country from fair to fair. And a lot of people I met there were jugglers and acrobats and glass blowers and pirates. So I guess it kind of fulfilled my dreams.
Honestly, that was the best job I ever had. Ever. Baby sitting didn’t compare. Being a life guard didn’t compare. Working in the psychiatric hospital didn’t compare. Working in an alcoholism lab didn’t compare. Working on siblings with cancer studies didn’t compare. Working on mothers of pediatric cancer patients studies didn’t compare. My current job comes no where near to that one.
Why did I decide to be a doctor, when clearly I could have just worked there forever? Oh right, because I was 14 and it was only open on weekends and I only made $8 an hour. Not exactly something I could make a living off of. I mean, my boss lived out of her van for Pete’s sake.
Everyone was so happy though. Everyone. They were also usually drunk though too, so ya know… It was great because no one was ever unhappy. Even if they didn’t make a dime that day, no one cared because they all loved their jobs. Well… Everyone except the evil lady across the street who sold baby dragons (lizards). She was always grumpy. Oh well. Can’t please everyone.
This is not an issue that should take an hour to sort out.
All of the ridiculously strong personalities in my lab need to take a seat right now and just fucking compromise. I’m not even a part of this argument (which shouldn’t be an argument at all), and I’m tired of it. Seriously. Knock it off you ridiculous children. I can’t take it!
Omg. My brain is shutting down. I seriously can’t listen to 3 people talking at the same time in raised voices in an confined area for an hour. Ok. Just gonna go sit in a corner now guys. You’re ruining my beautiful Monday morning. Ruining it.
