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I remember waiting at the east German border to go through east Germany to West Germany. Border police inspecting the gas tank and using mirrors to look underneath the car to check if there wasn’t a hidden compartment to sneak out East Germans into the west. We kids had to be quiet. One wrong word and you would be held up for hours. When they checked the passport, you had to look at the officer, not smile and push the hair back, so they could see your ear. There was a tank like a statue on a thirty foot high pedestal of concrete behingd the barb wire fence. You would drive through a corridor of high fences, barb wire and walls. You were not allowed to stop at any parking spot except at the few official ones, that were monitored by the secret police. You better not get caught speeding, because that was the way they made West currency.
If you traveled by train, the train would smell like a desinfectant that was worse than Pine Sol. The train would not stop until it got to the border town.
I am also thinking of the Berlin blockade by the Russians in 1948/49. When the Allies supplied the whole city by air for 15 months! What amazing times that must have been. I remember my great aunt talking about the ongoing airplanes over the city as “Rosinenbomber”= “ raisin bomber”.
I suppose evening thoughts provoke memories...
 
Mrs.Anteater said:
I remember waiting at the east German border to go through east Germany to West Germany. Border police inspecting the gas tank and using mirrors to look underneath the car to check if there wasn’t a hidden compartment to sneak out East Germans into the west. We kids had to be quiet. One wrong word and you would be held up for hours. When they checked the passport, you had to look at the officer, not smile and push the hair back, so they could see your ear. There was a tank like a statue on a thirty foot high pedestal of concrete behingd the barb wire fence. You would drive through a corridor of high fences, barb wire and walls. You were not allowed to stop at any parking spot except at the few official ones, that were monitored by the secret police. You better not get caught speeding, because that was the way they made West currency.
If you traveled by train, the train would smell like a desinfectant that was worse than Pine Sol. The train would not stop until it got to the border town.
I am also thinking of the Berlin blockade by the Russians in 1948/49. When the Allies supplied the whole city by air for 15 months! What amazing times that must have been. I remember my great aunt talking about the ongoing airplanes over the city as “Rosinenbomber”= “ raisin bomber”.
I suppose evening thoughts provoke memories...
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How easily this is displaced in the mind ... even though we preach: "lest we forget" ... we remain primarily emptied in mindfulness! It appears easy as the darkness falls ... a test?
 
Redbaron said:
After reading certain threads in R&F, the thought occurs to me, that if God had intended for us to think, God would have given us brains... just sayin'....

I do not feel obliged to believe that the same God who has endowed us with sense, reason, and intellect has intended us to forgo their use.
Galileo Galilei
Read more at: Galileo Galilei Quotes
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Now with some sapiens could one call that inverted superlative? Especially since the Galileo left us because of some great overwhelming powers that confined heh!
 
Oh lord bring down that dark cloud ... so we can see the silvered lining ... a metaphor of the mirrored mind?

Virtual intelligence that is out there --- a definition of Sam Johnson when explaining intellect was beyond the emotional domain.

One has to know where everything came from ... a mystery! There are authorities that deny mystery ... and thus one can play with it as if it were virtually ridiculous physicality! This could go on for quite a piece beyond the schism (a kind of void)!
 
Redbaron said:
As I recall, laserdiscs preceded even VHS.
And the first car I ever drove on a regular basis had an 8 track player installed. Ah, good times, good times....
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Memories of driving from Ontario to BC in the mid_seventies. There was an 8 track player in the van, and we had 2 or 3 tapes....Best of the Eagles and Bob Seeger. All the way there.
Didn't you love the way the music would fade and switch to another segment of the song?
The van was a whole other story....two words...fake fur.
 
ninjafaery said:
Memories of driving from Ontario to BC in the mid_seventies. There was an 8 track player in the van, and we had 2 or 3 tapes....Best of the Eagles and Bob Seeger. All the way there.
Didn't you love the way the music would fade and switch to another segment of the song?
The van was a whole other story....two words...fake fur.
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Sounds like one of those shaggin wagons.:unsure:
 
For this evening I'm glad today is over. One highlight is having a meltdown because I couldn't access the video for patients to help them understand chemo. Of course the voicemail hell, the stupid online form, the captcha, etc did not help.

Here's hoping tomorrow is better. That being said, it will start with a needle in the armpit to biopsy a lymph node. :cautious:

There will be lunch with friends that will likely include a beer.
 
Some say the capital system is standing up well ... beyond a shadow of doubt for those that ignore darker spots!

No Nous is gude Noues ... thus confine or hold the news ... enslavement?
 
Northwind said:
For this evening I'm glad today is over. One highlight is having a meltdown because I couldn't access the video for patients to help them understand chemo. Of course the voicemail hell, the stupid online form, the captcha, etc did not help.

Here's hoping tomorrow is better. That being said, it will start with a needle in the armpit to biopsy a lymph node. :cautious:

There will be lunch with friends that will likely include a beer.
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Words should be addressed to those in charge of patient care. If they aren't going to talk with patients about chemo they should ensure that they can access the info another way.

Good luck with the biopsy - my hope is that some excellent 'numbing''is applied.
 
Thanks @KayTheCurler I'm hoping the radiologist who did my other biopsy does the biopsy today. If not him, someone as kind.

I'll be talking to someone at the cancer agency today. It is unacceptable to leave anyone hanging like this. Hopefully I'll be able to talk to a clinician rather than some booking clerk. I'm not in the mood to deal with someone who doesn't get it.
 
Northwind said:
Thanks @KayTheCurler I'm hoping the radiologist who did my other biopsy does the biopsy today. If not him, someone as kind.

I'll be talking to someone at the cancer agency today. It is unacceptable to leave anyone hanging like this. Hopefully I'll be able to talk to a clinician rather than some booking clerk. I'm not in the mood to deal with someone who doesn't get it.
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My impression is there is an overabundance of said attributes in the sociological order ...
 
They shouldn't be surprised that you feel a bit sour about the lack of information and consideration. I'd consider them to be sleeping at the wheel - and there is NO excuse for that!
 
I've heard from two people today. The nurse from Victoria called. I've left a message. Hopefully she'll call back. I also heard from a woman from the Nanaimo clinic and have a doctor's appointment and chemo set up for next week. Things are falling in to place.
 
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