That video reminds me of a story my sociology of mental illness prof told us - she worked for a few years with the Canadian mental health association and they had a hugging week - they hired people to run around giving people little business cards explaining the importance of physical contact, and then hugging them. She said on the last day she found this lady in her seventies waiting for a bus, gave her a card and a hug. The lady asked if she could have another hug because she didn't have any kids, lived alone, and no one had hugged her since her husband died. Also, she (my prof) was involved in a study of senior widows and found that the frequency of the visits they made to the doctor was inversely related to the amount of physical contact they got, and that for women with no acute illnesses, that was the single most influential factor in the frequency visits to their GPs.

When I was delievering food for Meals on Wheels, almost everyone wanted a hug.

So everyone should go hug their grammas. And Albert.

Thanks Par, but it seems that this pain will haunt me for the rest of my life. Think Dante.

Sounds like you could use this, Al:

I wished time would heal all... some pains just never seem to go away.

um... sea urchins need to breathe too?

it looks like something somebody made out of random leftovers at the bottom of the craft drawer. very pretty.

huh, so apparently this is a real sea-urchin:



Why does it need so many nipples?

I dunno, Paras. I never got it checked out. It hurt a hell of a lot for a month or so if I made a fist with that hand. And when I did make a fist, it was like a little piece of bone stuck up under my skin on the back of my hand approximately an inch below my index-finger knuckle. It never bruised too badly, but when I bent my finger like that, something hard would stick up (like I said) and make a little bump on the back of my hand. I assumed it was a small portion of the bone being broken??? I could be wrong.

Either way, now it's fixed.

Time heals all. hahaha

or...inflammatory views?

Sorry for the terrible spelling. I blame work.

Inflamitory views?

Glad to see his inflammatory views on Comparative Literature didn't faze you at all, Mary.

You think you fractured a metacarpal, Tay? Did you get it checked out at all? I think you'd know if it was. Seems it would be hard to use your hand at all with a fracture there.

This guy ended up aiming for a head, missing, and hitting the floor. Amazingly, he had no fracture, just a postero-radial dislocation of his proximal fifth metacarpal. All that basically means that after we filled his arm with local anaesthetic, my preceptor and the resident pulled on his elbow and fingers respectively, and I pushed the metacarpal back into place (which feels about pleasant as it sounds.)

Good times.