I did a facial C.T. on a patient who had a swollen nose for one week, with no history of any facial trauma. On appearance, the nose was HUGE, and the swelling was starting to go toward the eyes, and the nose was draining pus and blood. The scan revealed a considerably large abscess in the tip of the nose. Our Radiologist said he has never seen an abscess in the tip of the nose before, very rare. I really hope this person gets well, because if this infection gets bad it could be very disfiguring.


Don't pick your nose.

Rotten Tanx wrote:

apl4eris wrote:

bumble wrote:

rachael wrote:Narnia is currently obsessed with popping the heads off dandelions with her thumb and forefinger.

My kind of girl! I did that when I was a kid. Get a couple of drinks in me and I may admit to still doing it.

If you were to still engage in this activity, would you happen to accompany it with the singsong "Mama had a baby and it's -snap- head popped off."

Not that I would revel in such a thing...anymore. nope.

Around here it was "miss polly had a dolly and her head popped off".

"Mama had a baby and her head popped off" was popular at my middle school...also followed with "Mama had a baby and it peed everywhere," which was the kid who said it then taking the dandelion and drag-mashing it in your open hand so you had a yellow stripe down your palm.

Bennett Williams wrote:I did a facial C.T. on a patient who had a swollen nose for one week, with no history of any facial trauma. On appearance, the nose was HUGE, and the swelling was starting to go toward the eyes, and the nose was draining pus and blood. The scan revealed a considerably large abscess in the tip of the nose. Our Radiologist said he has never seen an abscess in the tip of the nose before, very rare. I really hope this person gets well, because if this infection gets bad it could be very disfiguring.


Don't pick your nose.

Good God.

Only three details spring to mind, and neither are interesting nor anything else.

I slept far too much, roughly 16 hours. Practiced the drums, and realized that I'm still horrible. And then I poured the rest of the booze down the drain, and regretted it soon afterward.

I should have gone to bed early last night cos I'm doing the election count this evening. But I didn't. And at 2am we were awoken to the sound of effin and blindin and screamin from next door's front garden. One of the girls next door had been attacked as she reached her gate and had been knocked unconcious by someone. It didn't become clear who. My better half called an ambulance and eventually an ambulance and FOUR police cars turned up... only at this point did any of the other people in the street actually make an appearance... anyway, there was a load of noise outside until 3.30am, our 4 yr old daughter got woken up during all this and we then had to try to explain about the noise, which wasn't easy ("why did someone hit her daddy?")... so anyway I get about another 3 hours sleep. Then I had to get up for 7 to get to work for a 9am meeting, which when I walk in to the office I'm told is cancelled. As is the 10am meeting that was supposed to follow. So I could have stayed in bed. But now I've got to stay here and stay up until 4am when the election count will have finished. Boo.

On the plus side though, my good friends Greg and Wendy have had their first child. Yay!

a spider just lowered himself from the ceiling appeared before my face-i'm just thanking fuck he didn't choose to land on my head making me jump and knocking a few things over-all very unnecesssary! thank you kind, smart spider.

There is a wedding at Rockefeller Chapel at the University of Chicago, across the street from my office. The University has parking restrictions along 59th, and with street cleaning on 60th and 61st, I had to park down on 62nd this morning.

62nd and Woodlawn is not a nice part of the city. It is predominantly low-income, and many of the buildings are poorly maintained. There are a few properties in good shape on each block, but they exist alongside empty lots which are littered with napkins and empty King Cobra bottles. For a residential neighborhood three blocks from campus, the U of C student and staff population is unusually and conspicuously low.

For some reason, I decided to walk through the alley, and a selfish packrat thought crossed my mind: "I'm not going to find anything of value among the trash in this alley... not in this neighborhood."

I was wrong. An acoustic travel guitar was leaning against a garage, next to a dumpster. It had a few cracks in the body, but still had three strings. All of the tuners, the bridge and the nut were intact. The cavity had a label: Alveregi (Espana) - San Pedro, 7 - Madrid

I tuned it up and strummed, accompanying myself as I walked three blocks to work in the sun on a Friday morning.

I was walking down the street in Paris yesterday morning. It was as pleasant as you might expect Paris to be on a morning in May.

Something caught my eye on the sidewalk - it was a well used maxipad that been bloated from the the previous night's rain. Almost immediately after I had identified the maxipad, a man grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket. He gave me a look like he had just found a fifty dollar bill.

I just finished off a bag of mixed fruit and nuts. there were littel green things in there that i didn't like the taste of..guess what? they were pistachios! i've never seen a real live one until today!! i thought i had but i was obviously mistaken! i knew the colour and the ice cream but never the nut..oh well..

I played football 3 times in 2 days.

I now feel like an old man.