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Too. Hot.
AC at work = walk outside to be SHOCKED BY the intense heat . Get stuck in traffic x 2 = want to die in my car because it would be easier than navigating around idiots in bumper to bumper. Brush fire in Richmond again. End of the world is near. I think I'm already in hell, paying for all my sins. Help.
never drive in Manaus/Belém Deb...
then you´ll see what is the hell. if you can survive there of course...
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Hellinna'handbasket, it would appear.
Seems strange to me, that there don't appear to be many CDC'ers dying to discuss the deteriorating environment.
Personally find it a surprising, yet fascinating topic. World's in mighty harsh shape, but apparently the MSM doesn't want most citizens well-informed, or delving too deeply on such issues.
Fortunately, there are quite a few online alternatives to gather info. Sites like ArcticNews, RobertScribbler, Seemorerocks & Naturebatslast...
As of this moment, look at a region like India, where perhaps a 1000+ have already perished in multi-day, high 40's, unrelenting heat.
Then you've got heatwaves(wavy jet stream) climbing up into the Arctic, May temps in the 30's in Alaska(!), higher than most of mainland USA.
In the central states, unprecedented tropical downpours deluging places(previously drought-stricken) like OKC & Texas; whilst thirsty Californians have resorted to stealing/hoarding & drilling wells for water. It's looking like Sao Paolo, Brazil.
There are endless, meandering paths from this central, all-important issue, yet I've become curious if sporting fans(in general) have become allergic to the matter.
In a related way, have sports themselves become a constant form of 'escapism'?
really?
floods in São Paulo. an example to the world!
if it´s not like São Paulo´s floodings it´s not flooding!
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never understood about this DRAFT.
somebody please can expalin how it works? the NFL Draft and the NHL Draft follow the same guidelines?
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does Indianapolis even have something called "defense"?
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Imagine what a game would be if Seattle has an NHL team VS the Canucks...
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next time. the 787 ok Boeing? would be super...
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SEEEEEEEEATTTTTLLEEEEE!!!!!
CHUPA GREEN BAY! CHUPA!
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Unreal. I gave up on hawks when they turned it over with 5minutes left. Then I heard loud cheering in downtown, tuned back in and they were up! Greatest come back by hawks
that´s because I wasn´t at home yet cheering for Seattle.
sorry. just turned-on the TV. my bad...
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my neighbours on both side of my apt have banged on the walls to shut me up...
glad to live on a country where I shout "Go Hawks!" at window, at home and the only person who understand what I talking about is the apartment manager
hell yeah! Go Seattle!
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Star Wars I: The Porn Phantom Menace
Star Wars II: The Chinese Clone Attack
Star Wars III: The Revenge of the George W Bush Sith
Star Wars IV: A S#¨$T Hope
Star Wars V: The Economy Empire Strikes Back
Star Wars VI: The Return of the Stupid Jedi
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I think it´s kind of disrespect of the immigrants too... if you´re moving to a country that speaks english so learn English. it doesn´t mean you can´t speak your language with your family because you can, also you can have your own culture and costumes... BUT. other people may not speak your language and if you want live on an "english speaker" country so learn the language to be properly understood. what´s the problem with that? English is much easier to learn than Cantonese, Mandarin, Russian, Korean, Japanese and Portuguese. so what about respect the coutry where you´re living now and learn the language? also means the parents are lazy. because they refuse to teach the language to the kids and so things will go on this way. kids grown up and have more kids and just like their parents they refuse to teach english to their onw kids "because we already speak a language, why we need learn another language?" my nephew has almost 3 years and speak many words in English (including "Vancouver Canucks") and even sing some songs in English. why? because he sees me and his mom speaking english many times so since he´s curious he want to learn and we teach him.
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I've shared these two photo's of myself on another forum so for those of you not familiar with them here ya go.
Me and Tiff back in Oct '05
I may have been a bit drunk
Me in London in 2010
considering the number of bottles behind you on the 1st picture I might say. yes you were drunk
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simply the BEST photo of myself. for sure!
Thanks Canada!
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Gold Canada Gold!
watched the game at my sister´s home, cheered for Canada very strongly at some point my sister/brother-in-law/mother asked me why I was insulting so much in english...
well. Canada deserved to win, solid game, solid players, well it´s Canada´s national and favorite sport so what do you think?!
Congrats Canada! now it´s time to continue the row and let´s go back to the NHL ok?
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well well well...
I´m not a huge NFL fan but I´m supporting Seattle...
the "so called invencible" Denver Broncos is doing something on this game?
so far so good to Seattle
Congrats to them
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Hospital stays can be traumatic for patients and their family members. I give you the top 10 ways to survive a hospital stay while maintaining your sanity.
10. Bring your own pillow. Trust me.
9. Bring a laptop computer or request one from the hospital. Hospitals all have free wireless these days and many will actually provide you with a laptop if you just ask.
8. Bring an accurate and updated medication list with you. Nothing leaves you more vulnerable to hospital errors than to have your doctor give you medication you haven’t taken in months or for you to miss medications that haven’t been updated by your five outpatient doctors since they bought their worthless EMR three years ago.
7. Write down all your questions early. Your doctor will only come to your room once a day (because they only get paid by Medicare to come once in a day) and any unanswered questions will have to wait until the following day.
6. Be patient. There is no clock in a hospital. Nobody knows when any of your tests are scheduled to be done. Not the cleaning lady. Not your nurse. Not even the doctor doing the procedure knows when you’re up. You’ll know when you’re up when they cart you away. Believing anything otherwise will just make you frustrated.
5. You’re going to be told things that contradict each other multiple times a day. That’s normal. Accept it. All your doctors and nurses carry their own perspective and experience. There is no right answer to many of the questions you will seek. In order to feel the best, simply pick the answer that makes you feel the best and run with it.
4. Being sick is highly unpredictable. If hospital care was easy and straightforward, we would be monitoring you from home with our Skype account. But we aren’t. You may be stable one hour and unconscious the next. That’s not your doctor’s or your nurse’s fault. That’s why you’re in the hospital.
3. Your doctors and nurses are not dumb or uncaring because they don’t do things exactly as you wish or respond to your every need or request with immediacy. We see thousands of patients a year who all carry their own life baggage in one way or another. There is no protocol for making everyone happy. The closest we can come is to provide you with our AIDET process, which does an excellent job of preparing you for #4, 5 and 6, but it won’t make you happy.
2. Be nice. If you are mean to your doctors or nurses, they will consciously (or subconsciously) avoid interaction with you and your family. There are many safely guarded methods handed down through centuries of medical and nursing training that have prepared doctors and nurses for the difficult family. We know all the methods by heart.
1. Request a hospitalist. We’ll get you out quicker and less sicker. Less sicker does not mean healthy. You are in the hospital because you aren’t healthy. The best we can offer is to make you less sick. Any doctor claiming otherwise is …well … see #5
Bonus tip
Here is one last hospital survival tip that will shed hours off your day of uncertainty:
When you are admitted to the hospital, request the highest hospital floor for your room. Most doctors will take the elevator to the top of the hospital and do gravity rounds. That’s because doctors, like most Americans shun stairs in favor of elevators. That means doctors will start at the top of the hospital and work their way down from floor to floor until they are done seeing patients. If you don’t want to be last, make sure you get to the top of the patient list hospital.
There you have it folks. A hospitalist’s guide exclusively for patients on how to survive a hospital stay while maintaining a sense of sanity.
10) didn´t need one. the bed had an eletric high ajustment...
9) I had my own with my remote internet service and my games on my laptop...
8) did that, and I demanded that only the same doctor and the same nurse applied medicine/painkillers on me so I knew he was doing the right thing...
7) I didn´t have many questions and I asked him when he was talking with me...
6) I demanded to know the precise time of my exams and I had at least 3 clocks on my room. all the exams were made on time...
5) the only doctor authorized to talk with me about my situation there was the doctor responsible for my surgery and recovery process. I was scared about many doctors saying many different things so I demanded to listen only the guy who was doing my recovery process...
4) yep. that´s the scariest part of all. and I was well aware about this
3) actually they were pretty fast on this and I didn´t ask for many things, I just asked many times for a juice in the lunch and they gave me all the time I asked...
-I asked them once for a playboy magazine and they gave to me
I told I needed to see some "good stuff" and they told me "do you want we bring some girl here for you? you can´t do sex now but at least you can have a private moment 2) I was nice with everybody inside the hospital and I payed them many beers after their service hours. and when I started explore the hospital on a whellchair my mood changed to better...
1) since my recovery was very good I needed only 2 weeks at hospital, then I got a plane to my city to finish my recovery process...
bonus:
on my hospital there wasn´t that thing. the doctors where from military hospitals and they had military trainning so they go/went directly to you according their schedule or as they´re requested. I got the 7th floor and I was always attended by him at 7, 10, 11 then at 14,17, 19 and 21
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I spent 18 hours in the emergency room at Royal Columbian 2 years ago when I was waiting for a space to open up in intensive care. You see a lot of crazy stuff in an emergency room in that time and most of it bad.
10 things I learned during my hardest hospital emergency...
1) the human body isn´t designed to be opened. so hospitals aren´t funny at all...
2) hospital food really suck. and they must, they can´t contain sugar or fat so they taste nothing...
3) that hospital clothing is embarassing. you´re literally naked covered by a blanket so everybody see your "parts". but you´re so high due to the painkillers/medicine/drugs you don´t realise that and talk with every girl on the hospital without note you might have an erection in front of her...
-but you have an excuse since you don´t want be there
4) when you enter on the surgery room the 1st thing you can think is "ok. 2 possibilities, one I´m dead the other one I´m not dead. I hope I can get the second one"
5) morphine is like marijuana, but without the collateral effects. and I had to take huge doses of morphine since I couldn´t faint...
6) wake up during the surgery isn´t funny. but it´s an interesting view see your body opened...
7) after the surgery you feel a huge pain, and during the recovery process it will be just like this if you refuse to use painkillers or sedatives (as I did)...
8) the saying "no pain no gain" it´s probably one of the ultimate truths ever saw...
9) no matter how strong, badass or awesome you are. when you enter inside the surgery room and you are the guy who will suffer the surgery. you crie like a 2 year old baby wishing you´re ok after the surgery...
10) wheelchairs aren´t funny. people make jokes about it but when you HAVE TO USE wheelchairs you discover that they aren´t funny at all...
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I made it out alright. Something about a dream envisioning the cheating death and then recovering from injuries. Not sure if it's 'life changing', but 'don't give up' sounds like a simplistic inspirational message to me. Yay.
for me was a "life changing". because you only know what is being a wheelchair user when you actually use one, people go to hospitals to do some "plastic surgery" thinking hospitals are the most normal thing ever made...
but actually it isn´t. the human body wasn´t designed to be opened so you must do a surgery only when you REALLY need because it doesn´t matter how strong you are and how "awesome" you are, inside a hospital you´re crying and begging for all go just fine...
I saw MMA fighters on ICU were I was "exploring" the hospital on a whellchair half naked (hospital clothing). their parents were crying for their sons lifes and I was trying to see how fast I could go on a wheelchair...
that was interesting. I survived from a plane crash and a MMA fighter was there because he crashed his car at 80km/h?
if you want see the real human being. go to a hospital...
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this is one of my stories that changed my life...
It's not everyday that happens ...
In fact, we expect that this never happens to us ...
but when we're least expecting the people there. can happen to everyone anytime, anywhere ...
but you know what? is a lesson in life to spend time there. a strange, boring and uncomfortable lesson yes. but it is nonetheless a lesson ...
It was an accident done, that Plane crashed like a meteor and I do not know how I was alive when we fall to about 400km / h in the middle of the Jungle all the less we think is going to come out alive ...
but I dropped out, dragged me out of the cockpit and sent the load to hell (it was a cargo flight so I was the only one aboard)
when rescue arrived I was on the floor next to the airplane (the wreckage of the aircraft), I had a soda bottle with me, spitting blood and drinking it again mixed with soda. was what I could do to try to quench my thirst ...
When I arrived in Porto Dias hospital I was screaming in pain, was very strong and I could not pass out, I was aware there with tubes in the veins and being treated for an absurd number of painkillers and antibiotics.
the physician who attended me was a Russian from St. Petersburg when he saw me talking in English asked:
"Then you speak English? Sir"
"Of course I speak English you moron! Help me here now dammit!"
I apologized to him later, but was scolding everyone or cry of pain. he told me to do what was best for me.
I apologized to everyone and went back to offend everyone who was on my way. was a way of releasing adrenaline in my body ...
then gave a good gift that only Russian who was teaching a course in Brazil. but it was a good and efficient guy knew I like Mig, Sukhoi, Tupolev and Ilyushin was so nice to have him on my side because he was very good at his job ...
Lucky for me my friends were there supporting me, it is during these times that you discover who's your friend and who is a person who only knows pull your bag ...
I did the X-ray and was terrified. did not know what had been. a few minutes later a doctor came and explained the situation.
Obviously you know something hurt, but the doctor said that I had an absurd fate, had only fractured, surgery, a titanium pins and a few months of rest and physical therapy and I'll be good as new.
but my heroes would follow ...
I needed to do surgery. Commander then a friend of mine spoke with a friend of his surgeon, the surgeon is considered the best of the north-northeast region and found him and explained the situation. This doctor came by jet plane from that Beach (Salinas / PA) just to do my surgery togheter wih the Russian doctor...
A while later I was transferred to another are of the hospital, I was panicking but there X-ray also showed the same thing. I was a little unsure what to say. but come on right?
Put me on a bed and took me to my room, where I waited patiently ...
The next day came a peaceful doctor, with serene look, with my diagnosis and talked to us.
This quiet gentleman was such medical reference on north-northeast. Dr Paulo Braga ...
He was quiet, said I'll be fine, I'll fly again riding without a sequel, joked with me and was very kind and calm, very polite. Explained how the surgery step by step and showed me the medical surgery team. I even got to ask to take some photos of my surgery but did not because I should have warned before to designate a nurse to do it.
but in the end all right ...
A day passed and I did the pre operative exams, I was (despite the crash) with an iron. body in order, all done a watch. I found (the anesthesiologist told me) that these tests must be done because not everyone can do surgery without a preoperative well detailed. was not my case. I was fine, I felt my legs ....
The day arrived and I was taken at 21:30 to the operating room. I felt weird as hell, my mother was worried but I was focused, he knew he was in the hands of the best. only the anesthetist has 30 years of experience, the less time they had was the nurse (9 years) outside the 2 surgeons who gave me all the attention of the world, even I am a umbrella asking all ...
I made ​​a point to wish everyone a good service, and said a prayer. soon after the anesthetist injected the anesthesia and in 3 minutes I deleted ...
I had a "post-mortem" experience or something, was in a hallway, felt good solid floor at my feet, something like concrete, in the background there was a clear white light. I did not feel nor light nor heavy, regular ...
was wearing normal clothes, a jacket that I have and that I damaged a bit but I liked to use it, do not know why he was there but for some reason I was looking at that light at the end of the hallway because I thought it kept me calm ...
I suddenly felt that someone was on my right hand, I looked and saw a person dressed in black with a hand on my shoulder, I do not know how many meters had that guy but I think it certainly had some two meters. his hand weighed strong and looked a little more and saw a scythe right next to him ...
Thought. now I´m fracked ...
one person dressed in black walked up to my face and began to talk with a serious and heavy voice ...
"You survived the accident but by force of the universe will die on an operating table, your metabolism which saved you several times. your blood will gush out of your body, your heart will explode and until the end of the night your mother and your family you will be buring you in a cemetery. it's useless to resist. it´s finished ... "
I knew it was the ominous grim reaper, the angel of death ...
I did not know what to think but I felt that fighting would be my only option. if I was there I would not even go to the other side without a fight first, especially now that I knew what that white light at the end of the aisle ...
I got angry and told me ...
"Aham. Dreaming, I have not finished my task in this world and it will not be you or anyone else that will get me out of here before I finish my mission. out of my way!"
the guy does not leave the place and shouted "you come with me now! I have a soul to lead now and will be yours! another world called your spirit! you come by hook or by crook comes!"
for some reason I felt something shaking inside me, as if I had 2 jet engines on my back and advanced towards that guy and was going faster, faster and faster ...
I had passed the grim reaper but I kept moving toward the white light, not that I wanted to go to the light, but as if somehow I wanted to go beyond it as fast as possible, to brake the light ...
and the speed was going up, up, up, faster and faster until finally when I arrived at this "light" I heard a bang, was the "Sonic Boom" ...
then I saw me in a dream ...
I dreamed I was in a Turbo-propeller (a King Air C90) performing the Arc / DME 06 SBBE, but we moved there and made ​​Arch / DME 02 SBBE, I was on the right as Co-Pilot. the weather was cloudy all was good ...
I got to feel the pressure of the drill by placing the pins, but it did not hurt, I was starting to wake up. but I felt nothing. was dizzy. doctors spoke "AP and lateral" all the time. I knew nothing, saw a large, dark cloth in front of me. knew where I was ...
I woke up and saw both my legs open and halved the bone and looked them had never seen my own bone but seemed to be quite dense and white, for I saw blood all over the place and I remember thinking "man. how someone as thin as I have so much meat? "
certainly was an interesting sight that struck me as well ...
I got to say a few things (totally dizzy), the guy talking about "AP" the whole time and I said "Hey doctor. forget Autopilot, do it manually. If you gona use the autopilot use the APP mode at least"
Obviously they did not care, but the nurse came to calm me down. I knew that all was well, but I was dizzy and craving.
After a time there dazed surgery ended and I was taken back to my room. I was right, I got to throw up a little. but then I lay down on the bed and put the meds I blacked out again ...
I slept until noon when I was awakened by a team among them doctors who operated me, the nurse changing my bandage and other measuring my blood pressure. but everything had happened as expected, the operation had been a success and I was fine.
the first postoperative day was normal. I spent all day in bed, I got to visit friends and was quiet. I knew it was not good to force logo. disliked bed bath was very boring and Belenense like ice water ...
At dawn on the second postoperative day the doctor asked if I could sit, I tried and got my happiness with some pain from the surgery but nothing too serious. I could have sat eating and move their legs. but still bathed in bed. was very boring ...
On the third day I was happy. I went for the chair-to-wheels and could now bathe alone (using a hose) and use the bathroom alone, of course with some adjustments, but it was a start. I did not hold up and took a walk around the hospital alone in the chair.
the first thing I did was go in the chapel he had on the floor of my room. I was alone and did my prayers and I cried a lot. but it was quiet. I left there and went for a walk and met some people. I wanted to run and used my hands and arms and sped far as I could with the chair, I think I should have gotten up to about 7 km / h before braking ...
It's amazing how much intelligence does their prowess. I had never noticed that my hands and arms could be so versatile, I did everything with them. until recently operated even without the strength to stand their role legs were, I could grab and pull things with my feet, it was interesting to see what commands the body is the same brain. If you want the body obeys. please cooperate with your body that it does what you want ...
the recovery period was boring, needed military discipline and patience, eat 8 times a day and drank milk as hell, at least about 8 liters of milk per day to supply calcium ...
when I went to the wheelchair was a good joy, but I cried a lot, saw people walking and crying saying "I want to walk, I want to walk". knew I could not but I needed to say it anyway ...
the pains were strong because I refused to dope me with remedies that spoke to learn to deal with the pain for me to become stronger and refused to take up natural soothing ...
I learned what it was to be in a wheelchair, which is to have people looking at you differently and calling you a cripple. it was awesome, I heard a lot and also learned to fight, my legs could be in recovery but my hands and arms were very strong and agile ...
was at this time that I started to say that he had "monkey hands and feet" because I had to learn to use hands and feet of different ways I was not used to. with time learned to pick up glasses and bottles with my feet since my hands needed to support my entire weight ...
when I went to the crutches was fun, it was about 4 months I even stood up so I do not know what kind of crap I do when she was standing again. I might get dizzy and fall or something even dumber ...
I decided it was best not to think too much and said "frack it" and got up ...
was unforgettable, it looked like the Christ the Redeemer in Rio de Janeiro had won life ...
I got up and thought. ok, now I'll leave these crutches by force and I have my life back!
and was even, I recovered 90% faster than the average, walked on a treadmill at home and despite the pain wore no remedy. over time they are gone and I as well as new ...
I recovered 120%, was stronger (in all senses) and 1 year later was in Canada and the United States making my masterclasses in Aviation...
and who saw me and heard my story hardly knew that guy was going from one side to the other was on the verge of death, somehow survived and decided that you can not live with freshness. pins do not stop me at all and I do whatever I want and we needed ...
that´s it.
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This is what my friend from Boston sent me after the game.
maybe you should remember to your "friend" about last time when bruins faced their final against Chicago. at least Canucks had a game 7, and bruins. well. 2 scores done by Chicago in 30 seconds? oh yeah. what a "great" team eh?
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chupa que é de uva, senta que é de menta!
suck it Bruins!!!!!!!
chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppaaaaa!
from: Santa Claus hohohoh!
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chupa que é de uva, senta que é de menta!
suck it Bruins!!!!!!!
chuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuupppaaaaa!
from: Santa Claus hohohoh!
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http://www.weatherbase.com/weather/weather.php3?s=23328&cityname=Manaus-Amazonas-Brazil&units=metric
where the city and the jungle meet each other...
and I mean it!
it´s night BUT it´s still hot...
considering:
1) the confeeration cup was done in Belo Horizonte, Rio de Janeiro, Salvador, Recife, Fortaleza and São Paulo...
Belo Horizonte has a mild weather, São Paulo is cold and Rio de Janeiro is hot but with some temperature decrease at night...
Salvador, Recife and Fortaleza are hot but windy so you don´t feel overheated...
but Manaus no. it´s hot like hell and doesn´t wind! it´s damm hot at 1AM and it´s mega hot at 2PM. Italia may be hot in summer but nothing compared with Manaus...
2) Manaus is wet because it´s located in the middle of the jungle, so it´s hot and wet all the time. how England and Italy will deal with this thing?
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England and Italy should be worried about the 1st game in Manaus. it´s unbeliaveble hot there! how they will deal with an extreme hot and wet weather?
this will be their main problem...
it´s funny see him singing in English. 
I told I needed to see some "good stuff" and they told me "do you want we bring some girl here for you? you can´t do sex now but at least you can have a private moment 
OMG Heat Wave?
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and British people going there. boy surely was the adventure of their lives. coming from the cold and organized England to the city were 35 Celsius at 11PM is normal...
one of my uncles told me that "he never saw so many tourists happy to see the caos just because the Amazon river was less than 1km from the city"