It's Not What It Looks Like!
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
Cawl wrote two years ago, "People seem to have a knack for walking in at just the wrong time:
"Well, my clothes got wet, so did his... Yes, officer, huddling together to conserve body heat... Yes officer, he's five... No Officer... I'm not his Dad."
What have you done that, in retrospect, you'd really rather nobody had seen, mostly as things just get worse the more you try to explain it?
( , Thu 9 Dec 2010, 21:56)
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I find reading about Alzheimer's all day depressing, and I don't even have to deal with any people. All I can say is I'm developing a rather morbid sense of humour already, and a certain emotional detachment to descriptions of mouse brain slices, human brains, etc. If I need that to cope then I can only imagine what doctors who deal with patients end up developing to cope. Still, a sad story though.
( , Mon 13 Dec 2010, 15:14, Reply)
I find reading about Alzheimer's all day depressing, and I don't even have to deal with any people. All I can say is I'm developing a rather morbid sense of humour already, and a certain emotional detachment to descriptions of mouse brain slices, human brains, etc. If I need that to cope then I can only imagine what doctors who deal with patients end up developing to cope. Still, a sad story though.
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