tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367947182011-10-03T13:03:11.056+01:00<i>'I FEEL MY FATE IN WHAT I CANNOT FEAR. I LEARN BY GOING WHERE I HAVE TO GO.' (T. ROETHKE)</i>Lionesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11066691544599972381noreply@blogger.comBlogger2591100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36794718.post-49048674306682768292011-06-15T15:11:00.000+01:002011-06-15T15:11:40.354+01:00

Want a new look, want to fuse my blogs and have it all look airy and tidy, not quite sure how to start and not with an abundance of cash flow either but it'll come to be. It's not that I don't have things to tell, I do, I just don't like the feel of this place anymore so words don't come easy. I need a cleaner look, then I'll blabber on. 

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-sound of heart breaking here*

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Since the beginning of the month I haven't done much beyond working and reading my old writings, starting in 1987. I was shocked to realise how much I'd written - in poem form, which always makes me feel slightly ridiculous because poets are giants and, well, I'm just me. It is astonishing to watch my progression as time goes by and to revisit all that teenagey angst and existential doubt. I was

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Tenho andado a pensar em palavras e sons. Tenho andado a pensar.  Palavras em português há muito não tenho, precedem os blogs, a net, esta forma de estar tão imediata, distante e íntima. Mas tenho-as, em papel, em scan, no email de backup.  As palavras também respiram, as palavras respiram quando são respiradas, quando são sorvidas. Não sei se ainda me sei em português. A poesia pu-la de lado

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Tender is the night, when you least expect it. Quiet, piercing quiet in the aftermath. The universe advancing in leaps and bounds, pattern of all things disrupted. In its wake, you are not immutable, shifting is all encompassing. You may be tempted to imbue it with meaning. It already has it. You give in to unease, you prepare to bolt, familiar strategies that have served you well. Perhaps. But

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MORNING Six years ago Lila rang me to tell me your body had been found, you were coming home. (Lila just had a baby boy. Did you send him butterflies too?) Am trying to think about how big your life still is for me, not how short it was for you. So, surprise, here's your beloved Jethro Tull! I still can't be bothered about their music, I sifted through a lot of rubbish until I found a music I

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Traditionally, I have opened this draft and stared at it blankly loads over an extended period of time (hullo, January!) and I still can't fathom what I want to write about. Well, I do know what I want to write about, as it happens, I want to finish my S. Francisco + Vancouver story but maybe I only have a small allotment of words and they're being gobbled up by Facebook in minute increments? 

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Hadn't even noticed the date, thank God for Udge! [And in more ways than one, actually.] It's a fabulous, irresistible date, and my wish for us and ours is that this is a year filled with health, love, splendidly interesting things and quality of life all around. May you enjoy!

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You know when you create a Fashion folder for clothes, shoes and accessories you really like? And how you sometimes browse your fave sites looking for more pics to add to the folder? And how you save them all to the desktop before organising them in said folder? Now, you know those internet gaming forums with avatars? And how you dislike it when people can't be bothered to upload a pic? And how

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I've been ordered, in no uncertain terms, to get off my arse and resume blogging. Meet arse, getting off it now.  Remember Adam, Adam who smoked heroin but wasn't a true addict because he didn't inhale didn't inject, had never stolen anything and still took regular showers, whom I drove  to the rehab centre and had the great pleasure of watching peacefully sleep the drugs away in a diaper, whose

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To the stalker in Canada: I've made it abundantly clear you're not welcome and yet you still come here and even leave anonymous comments. And now you've searched my blog for 'fellatio'? Seriously?  Go away, stay away. It really is that simple.

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Remember my possibly good news from a while ago? Before I tell you let me say I am now working at a clinic on the weekends, replacing a colleague (I am all alone!), and the pay is fair. She loved my work, the clients were pleased [preens and struts, owners can be bloody pissy] and I effectively avoided having my face mauled by my first and rather enormous patient, whose owner assured me he never

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The lives lost in the earthquake haunt me, I cannot begin to comprehend the numbers, we are so mighty and yet so frail. Haiti was in horrible shape before the earthquake, I cannot imagine what it must be like now. I have not seen any footage, I have stayed away from the news. I know the magnitude of the earthquake, that's really all the information I need.  I have donated for the people, right

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I have been reading critiques about Avatar and am feeling anthropologically pissy. As a full disclaimer, let me admit I didn't think of anything while/after watching it but the absolute, staggering beauty of the world our modern technology has managed to create.  People have different 'left me breathless' triggers, one of mine is the colour blue; had Pandora been created in orange hues I

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When I was 20-something I met this boy. He was friends with a recent friend of mine - let's call her Witch, yes? It bodes well already! - and a group of us celebrated New Year's at the beach house, including boy's sister and husband. The boy (er, Adam?) and I were instantly attracted to each other, which didn't please Witch at all - not that I, in my eternal innocence and Oh but people are good!,

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Hullo, insomnia. It's been a while. Actually, it has not been a while, I've had the bad sort for a few weeks now - the one where you greet dawn feeling like a greek column, immobile and ancient. I caved in and bought the sleep inducer and it worked, I was asleep by 23.00 only to wake up at the witching hour, 3.40. Tonight was even more extreme, I woke up at 1.30. [GOOD MORNING, WORLD!] But I

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Doesn't the date look cute? [That is, btw, the way a date should look: day, month, year.] [Yes.] So binary! My inner geek is delighted! *squeal*This post is brought to you far too you early in the morning by the dog's brain misfiring. She hadn't had a seizure in a year so it's actually not too bad. She is now curled up asleep, being licked by J.I.P., who's decided to start 2010 with some love

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Check!

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Check.

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1. No, thesis with proper binding not yet handed in (was struck by the flu), so it lingers along. Let us not mention it. 2. Speaking of the Crowded House [see also: Title], how long has it been since I last wrote a rambling, introspective post? Am not sure where it's going to go but it's going to be long and it's going to be bleak, I am doing bleak today, possibly tomorrow, you might as well

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Check.

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Check!Bloody hell.

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Finishing this degree at last has been very disconcerting. I still don't feel relief, as people said I would, I just feel tired, and tired, and a bit more tired, I still have to work on the thesis before I hand in the final revised versions but I really am fit for nothing right now. This is meant to explain why I neglected to post this, which has been ready from almost the moment I started

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CHECK!!!!

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Berlin, January 1990, The Wall

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Check.

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Check.

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Check.

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Check.

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Check.

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Check.

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Check.

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CHECK!!!!!!!!!!!

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Teeth. Bunny, chinchilla, guinea pig, prairie dog, rat and hamster

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The last post was making me feel very pissy, it's what I wanted to write about (well, what I wanted to write about after I decided I couldn't be bothered to write about porn after all) but the way it was written was making my eye twitch. All right, it was making my eye twitch even more. Censorship is underrated, I feel positively moustached now. Sty is finally receding and I no longer unwittingly

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The cyst is still stubbornly clinging to your lower eyelid and the new doctor actually manages to aggravate you, why eye doctors with perfect vision keep telling you that why, half a diopter more isn't much at all!, when in fact you cannot recognise faces at a ridiculous close distance now even with much squinting, and he cannot fathom why the computer should bother you, the cyst, the pointy,

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I really fancied writing a post about porn, I probably haven't aggravated enough Americans in my life and there was this programme that I watched and made me squeal with glee and bless the fact that I live in Portugal [sorry] [and wow!], but Sty has other plans. The buggery thing is still firmly ensconced in my eyelid and, although smaller, I still have a pocket of pus that seems to be

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Yesterday I had to be diplomatic, a lot. It was for the community [The Community] so I couldn't escape it, but it was exhausting, especially with a sty. Like an idiot, like a bleeding idiot, I'd gone to the chemist's and asked for drops and told her what I wanted but forgot to check what she actually gave me. See, styes are usually caused by Staphylococcus aureus, which is a bacteria, which

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I must be experiencing mental ovulation, for it is one of those days when I am filled with goodwill towards the whole of mankind and a fair amount of restlessness, all sturm und drang in the vicinity of my belly button, something is brewing... This is not helped by my having heard about a concert at the end of May today, you'll never believe who will be performing live: Nik Kershaw! Rick Astley!

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I don't know how to start this post. I don't know how to start any post, actually, and that's why I have not been writing. I didn't mean for you to worry, I didn't realise people would think this was a February spill, it hasn't been. About a month ago I had a highly bloggable day, a highly how-fun-to-live-in-a-3rd-world-country bloggable day, but by the time I got home I was just knackered and

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Every year I think February can't possibly be that rotten this year, and yet February always is.On the 14th of February 4 years ago I was told Uzi's body had been found. I'd never been keen on Valentine's day before, now it doesn't stand half a chance. So I hid at home and swallowed vast amounts of Sex And The City and when I resurfaced I still had half a month to go, plus the funeral anniversary

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It's been a girl fest latey, and we've been discussing relationships a lot. Men often complain they don't know what women want. This is what we, my mates and I, have to say. We're in our early thirties-late forties and are, respectively, the ones who are happily married, the ones who are happily together, the one who is so happily together she's doesn't seem to get it anymore, the one who is

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Hamas kills Fatah - there's a shocker! It's the animated version of the Amnesty International reports I used to translate, who said extrajudicial executions are passé? I could go on but ach, can't be bothered, it'd be like commenting on bacterial wrestling. This self-culling is the one intelligent sign of life they've shown so far and all I can think to say is, may they keep playing amongst

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Photo: Dog What was sought but not found: Guinea Pig Why: One presented not walking, incontinent, listless and with a huge lump in his lower abdomen, which, upon examination, turned out to be one huge testis. No wait [tutor after much prodding], testes are in the abdomen, I can feel the penile bone within it, this is a HUMUNGOUS scrotum, what the..?! Unlike the one in the photo, though, no

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Budapest could kill you, and it's a small wonder I can still stand. Too much sadness, too much history, too much grey, so much joy over being Jewish and with my fellows Jews, so overwhelming to have this much responsibility, such delight in everything we've accomplished, so much belonging, such pleasure in being with so many intelligent people, God how I love intelligent people!, so exhilerating

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Remember I'm going to Budapest in 5 days? It pains me to admit that I trump my own absent-mindednes effortlessly, but yesterday saw this:Community member: Say, you mentioned the hotel had been booked for you, but you never said anything about the flight.Me: How do you mean, the flight?CM: Yes, did you book the flight?Me: ...Book the flig- OH BUGGER IT, BOLLOCKS, BLOODY BLOODY HELL!Apparently, one

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I did, I swear, yesterday! We had two deaths, unfortunately - [Digression: most reptiles and birds we see sufer from poor husbandry. With reptiles it' usually that either the food doesn't have enough Ca, or the Ca:P ratio is wrong, or the food is right but the lights are wrong, or they're all good but then the terrarium is covered with glass intead of mesh so the end result is the same, a very

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I'm going to Budapest in a fortnight to do Important Jewish Stuff. The fact that I'll actually be in Hungary during an European cold wave the likes of which I've never seen [we expect -2 ºC tomorrow in Lisbon, MINUS TWO DEGREES!, what the bloody hell.] [That, incidentally, prompted my dad to try and convince me to move in with them, pets and all, for the duration of said cold front, you know,

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80's music still works, coreographies and all (and we learnt from the absolute best - full insanity starts at 1:25) The sound is atrocious but there's: Ana, who looks gorgeous with lighter hair that you unfortunately can't see; N., who is the funniest thing, and her boyfriend; my Tweedle in red; Carlos, Ana's husband, who also sees fit to give you an impersonation of a Portie Pintas, a true

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truly horrified! One of the blood tests the derm ordered was VDRL. VDRL, as my Dr. friend Shrimpy has just explained to me, laughing her little head off all the while, is a syphilis marker. And, just like that, I plunged into the wrong sort of Victorian novel, wtf??Have a wonderful 2009, dahlings! Despite my derm thinking I'll end up ulcered and insane, I think it is going to be a brill year.

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An era has ended today, I went to see a dermatologist. Shocker, I know, considering I've been avoiding them for abt a decade like the plague - but, right now, I am the plague, or so I look like, so I ran out of options. It was a tad surreal, especially bcs every other sentence was punctuated by 'Now remember, YOU MUST NOT GET PREGNANT until 2 months after the treatment is over' bcs I am taking -

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Today you died, 4 years ago. I have been thinking abt love, a lot. And salvation, how we are our own. How we cannot be others'.A few months ago something really shocked me. I was half-reading Twitter and someone had written they needed more money and I replied she needed to dream well. This is one of my unshakeable beliefs: we shape our lives, daily. We decide, daily, how tomorrow is going to be.

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So this is how it's done!

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When I landed in California, I thought Oohoo, I am in California! Actually I didn't, San Francisco isn't exactly California. Well it is, but it is not LA is it, and LA is where all the stars are so that's California, right? Actually I didn't do that either, I was too busy singing happy birthday to my knees, which had turned 80 somewhere over the Azores, and very much considering crawling over the

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... I hadn't written one of these in a while:YESTERDAY, CONVERSATION ON REPEATMother: So what do you do for lunch at the clinic then?Me: I eat there.Mother: How do you mean? Is there a cafe?Me: No, I eat the lunch that I brought from home there, there's a microwave and a fridge.Mother: But... Wherever do you get those lunches from??Me: From my kitchen!Mother: Really? So - you cook them?Me: No

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I don't know what his reasons were and I don't care, I DON'T CARE, I feel sick, right now I could kill this man myself, how dare he, how, HOW? Fucker.

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Hi dahlings, I'm back, of sorts. Loved Berkeley and San Francisco, loved LOVED Vancouver, loved being with my friends, it was mostly divine [the bits that weren't were truly horrific but they don't concern me directly so I'll not blog abt those]. I'll slowly post abt it all with pics and will upload them all to my flickr account, am battling jetlag, skin explosion and an allergic crisis so it

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This internship is kicking my Portie arse, nothing describes it better. I am finally doing what I wanted and it is so very worth it but mostly I leave home at 9 and return at 21.00, or later so supper very often is a bag of crisps bcs I cannot be bothered to cook at that time, and I work every other weekend. Also, did you know that you can very easily kill litttle furry and winged things? Any

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Life is hard when you're a Very Small Creature - meet Simão, a one-week-old wild boar piglet whose mum rejected him. This is how we look like when we're this small, we are just now becoming spotted. Our hooves are still tender and our snout is a smooth and pink thing of beauty. This is what we do when we're this small: we grunt and whine loads bcs we're so very hungry. We are fed. Then

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SHANAH TOVAH!!!!!!

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Anyone who's read The Perfume (and everyone has of course, because otherwise the earth would have spun off its axis) will remember how Grenouille's vessel mum was described as being in splendid health, for had she not lived to be almost 20 and managed to retain a fair amount of her teeth? Which is why you now feel you should be dropping a mutant behind a fish stall in between handing out a

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[Last exam in 8.30h (PRAY FOR ME) (SERIOUSLY) and still need to memorise how to properly diagnose and characterise clostridiosis in lambs and piglets, ever so useful, and whatever else pertaining to 36 infectious diseases -- (JUST PRAY) but then I'll be done and instead of this announcement I'll tell you why I cannot wait - CANNOT WAIT! - to have my clothes cut off my body, with scissors, by my

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So Manuela and I went to visit the Castle today and on the way out a particular shop caught her attention, and, well:More on Flickr.

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I passed both Internal Medicine and the 3 Pharmacology exams! All three of them! DUDES!Am exactly 3 September-exams away from being a vet!YEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!![Actually have a funny story to tell you abt Int. Med. but will update later, can't hear myself think with all the screaming issueing from my voice box right now.]

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About five years ago I was sitting with a friend, chatting, and in the old Portie manner the telly was on [Pertinent cultural note #1: the telly is always on.] Suddenly we realised Teresa, a friend of ours, was on LIVE talking about Human Rights in China - or lack thereof. [I've blogged about her here, remember the little boy with no penis?] We cheered her on, did the Wave - a bit of a tradition

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After 2 months of exams:

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When I was abt 16 I went through a heavily equine period. I rode horses, I breathed horses, I spoke abt horses, I cut out horses pictures from magazines to dress my bland binders. Once I had a picture of a black stallion - if you're going to be a fallic cliché you might want to do it properly - that I absolutely adored and which I painstakingly glued to the outside of the binder. I had bought

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Decide to apply to vet school while still living in IsraelPack your considerable bags and move back to PortugalHave your best friend drive you to the airport, where you spend the hours until you board taking fashionable - one would hope - pictures of yourselves and the cats amidst much laughterSmile bravely as your best friend dries your tears when saying goodbye and says We'll see each other

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I had a 10, the bare passing minimum, oh what a gorgeous grade, I PASSED HERD HEALTH!!!!!!!!I'm certain they gave everyone bonus points, at least 2 more, that Gauss curve must have been a shocker and the grades are far too average for all our combined despair, the teachers' policy - if we're lucky, bcs sometimes over 70% fail and they can't be bothered, we're all lazy sods who don't go to classm,

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My school seems to have an implicit - and often explicit [as in Of course the 2nd season exam will be harder bcs students who take those are dumber and study less so they should be penalised, end of quote] - policy of Let's see how many we can make fail this exam, but today's Herd Health exam was utterly ridiculous, even for us. We are all shocked and I could not find a colleague (and we filled 3

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Oh yes, I have a lot to say abt it, abt the plight of those poor, abandoned Palestinians. Unfortunately, I just wrote an exam and I have two more on Friday and Monday and I cannot afford the time - THOU SHAN'T MAKE THIS JEW FLOUNDER AND SINK - or the hypertension, so just...Oh just sod off and shut up and be quiet, you self-entitled back-stabbing ignorant-by-choice cowardly murderous parasites.

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Passed Inspection and Surgery, but the Internal Medicine exam just now nearly did me in. We're supposed to answer 7 questions, then multiple questions, then solve 2 (TWO) clinical cases, with diagnosis plan and treatment plan, in 1h45 and, AGAIN, I didn't have enought time to finish! What the bloody hell? It was horrible, teacher said exam was easy but it really wasn't and I migh have o re-take

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*resurfaces*PASSED!!!!!!!!!!!!!*plunges back in*--------------------------------[11 exams away from being a DVM]

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Welcome to my semblance of a life: I need to pass every single one of these exams, and actually during the first exam seasom, before the pause - they're all on top of each other after that and if you didn't know enough the first time how ever will you learn what you still need in no time at all?? The technical name for the break between seasons is Paedagogical Pause. You know, allows you for

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...Battlestar Galactica. [If you're not watching this series you should go hang your head in shame, now.]I just realised something momentous: I AM DONE WITH HAVING CLASSES!! I am! Never ever again, vet classes are done, forever and ever!*faints*In honour of this realisation and the joy that goes with it - no more labs! No more dull lectures! No more hospital shifts, papers, presentations, random

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PAHTY, dahlings!!!! Good God, I can't even imagine, we're finally going to meet! Oh the drama and the shoes and the fun and the shoes and the drinking and the shoes and the giggling and the shoes and the sheer amount of yapping and the bloody shoes!I hope we both survive it.

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Who else is surprised that my latest bone venture has gone awry? Considering my past in vet school and lovely Charles - you haven't forgotten about Carlos The Skull have you [Hey, remember when my blog was fun??] - this shouldn't have come as a shock but still did, a bit, COLT'S CHICKEN LEG MADE ME BELIEVE IN MIRACLES!, and my stove now looks like this: Because a certain dog's atrophy is better

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IT IS NOT A TUMOUR!!!!!!!!! MOST DEFINITELY, WITHOUT ANY DOUBT!They don't know what it is, might have been the rare myositis or even a meningoencephalitis (apparently they can have one and not show any signs) but - NOT A TUMOUR!Papoila is NOT condemned!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I will not even let the fact that my Professor has known this since yesterday and didn't find it necessary to pull her file and

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The MRI was today. She has definitely something at the base of the trigeminal nerve, which becomes more visible with contrast, and tumours are more vascularised than the surrounding tissue. So she may have a tumour, it makes sense in terms of what we saw, but, still, my Professor isn't quite convinced bcs once tumours start causing symptoms it's not usual for the animal to actually get better (

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GIRL MEETS DOG

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UPDATE: No MRI this Sunday either (18th), techniciann on holuday till Monday, and as I've told you they only do pet MRI's on Sunday evening, so it will the the 25th at the earliest. And no, it can't be done anywhere else bcs I need our doctors for the anaesthesia and the Professor had established a protocol with his mate and the mate is the one who writes the reports, so... Bloody hell!!! So now

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Dog still very happy, owner still very grateful, dog now very grateful too bcs owner quit with the grateful crying alreadyOwner found her tug-of-war toy and dog does responds to that, so some physiotherapy has been accomplishedDog has owner's doctor friends thoroughly puzzled as well - and those two could bleed pathophysiology should they want toJohnny realised a while ago that she was going to

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I logged onto paypal and we have the MRI money already, this is crazy, CRAZY. I have done nothing but weep every time I check the donations, I have taken down the button bcs you lot have donated exactly 511 498.76 Euros since yesterday morning, it's unfathomable. I have been telling people the same thing over and over again and I will repeat myself once more bcs there is no other way but there

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Yesterday was a rough evening, it was the first time I cried for her. I think it's because even though the atrophy happened over 5 days only she was fine and the eye then stated improving, but then two things happened, I walked into the hospital 2 days after she started the corticosteroids and most of the doctors remarked that she was so much worse; and yesterday my collague googled "unilateral

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The dog is not better. Her atrophy will soon stop, yes, and this is the only good news,but that's only because there is no more muscle left - the masseter (for chewing) and the temporal are gone. She is leishmaniosis-negative (unlike in humans, a very bad illness for animals to have) and has no symptoms of anything other than the atrophy and the sunken in eye - and knowing how little I am

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This is the cheery post where I make you lot think I really am unhinged. [Hi, dahlings! *waves sanely*] Wilkepedia defines Schizophrenia as a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a mental illness characterized by impairments in the perception or expression of reality. In Portuguese we will sometimes, when referring to the dissociative ability of keeping two things that can't by rights be kept

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I've just spent a good while wondering if I was brave enough to write this post. You think I've been honest before, bared it all, that was nothing compared to what I need to write about, the darkest, most visible part of me. I am terrified of the consequences, and that's not a verb I use lightly, my mouth is dry and I feel slightly nauseated. See, I've been staring at my body - my skin, to be

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Fish Inspection class, very interesting if cold and pongey but it reminded me of when I used to work at the big aquarium so I didn't even mind the smell too much, it wears off after a while. A colleague mildly complained abt our lab coats' smell when we returned to the hospital but her scrubs bore proof of bloody vomit, and yet she couldn't understand why we were laughing. Spring is pissing me

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Hi! One phobia, one fear, one Through The Looking Glass conversation, a revelation and a never-before-heard statement, sound alright to you? [And, insomnia is back!]Have been having tsunami flashbacks all day, isn't it fun? I thought someone who must not be dead might have been due to yet another natural calamity! Do you know how many there are? Let's see: earthquakes, volcano eruptions, floods,

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Dear Intern: If the mastectomy cat has just returned from surgery [sterilise your females, for fuck's sake, you have no idea how dreadful it is, and how avoidable] and is screaming her head off in pain and can be heard across the hallway, and the doctor has just given you permission to administer a stronger painkiller, do you think maybe you could give it to her STRAIGHT AWAY, you bleeding idiot

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I'm just not coherent enough to write it right now.Come back later?----------------------------------------Eh. Still not quite all brain-cell-y yet, easier to understand when you see how my day started. Good day though. Good night. [Safe.] The decidedly unusual can actually become quite normal.[Dog looks the same, I started physiotherapy. Still happy, still very much herself. We'll find out

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Took her to vet hospital today bcs her conjunctivitis was better but she kept literally rubbing her upper eyelid bloody even with the Elizabethan collar and, as it turns out, the muscles on the left side of her head are very atrophied, she has huge depressions where the muscles should be (masseter is practically gone!) and GUESS WHO DIDN'T NOTICE IT AT ALL?? The vet asked "When did this atrophy

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I've just come back from the market class and all I can say is, I would never ever work in the Public Health field. Being the municipal vet in charge of a market is exhausting! By the end of it we were all dragging our feet and absolutely starved, eyeing the fresh fish and produce longingly. When we left the vet was immersed in Rubbish Legislation - blood and gore, I'll choose blood and gore over

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A while ago The Artist Now Known As Dexter Colt ended an email by saying Off to make rosemary chicken now. You may consider this innocent enough, in which case you are new to my blog. This, in fact, is what is known in Amnesty circles as "cruel and unusual punishment" and I promptly died of lust and sorrow. If one cannot cook one should not have one's face plunged into someone else's chicken,

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If you happen to be in Second Life chatting to someone who refers to themselves as a hir and this stems from having been born with both sexes and assigned the male sex by a doctor; and if this hir has realised that s/he doesn't feel like a man, that s/he identifies as a woman but isn't quite one either, so this hir is really somehow and somewhat both; and bcs of this this hir has been insulted

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"...I was pissing outside", anyone remember 'Allo 'Allo and The British soldiers? Yes? No? Good morning!, it's half six and the birdies are singing outside, they're actually very loud and it's gorgeous, and I just woke up, slept 7.30 proper hours, the little half pill worked!, am still sleepy and would have slept longer were it not for the side effects, terrible thirst woke up me up, I'm now one

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DUDE: ANONYMOUSE.ORG DOES NOT WORK, HOW MANY TIMES... IF YOU STILL WANT TO READ MY BLOG DO IT LIKE A MAN, DON'T HIDE AND PEEK LIKE A BLOODY COWARD. OWN YOUR SHIT.

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We had a tornado in Portugal yesterday, an hour away from Lisbon. WTF?? Is this the bit where I start planning to move? JUST POINT THE WAY! Want to know something completely demented? I heard abt it and immmediately thought OmygodandIdon'tevenhaveaboyfriend! Must have sprouted from the same place in my reptilian brain that hates to have to go through storms without a manly male in the house, was

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