WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

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Anatomy, pathology, mortuary

Encouraging welcome sign when you arrive at the hospital entrance

HOPFULLY THE LAST FLU DAY

I am still hanging on my nose drops, or they are hanging from my nose, I don't know how many tissues I have already used, but I certainly helped to increase the production !

So it was another boring day, but tomorrow even if I am half dead I have to go out otherwise you can visit me in a madhouse.




I read some more pages of my book, I wished I could read more, but I fall asleep ! Now David woke up in an unknown place, prisoner of a guy who wants to blackmail his business partner and ask for money to free him. To prove that he is serious he cut off David's middle finger and sent it to his partner. Mike the partner got the bloody finger per mail and was horrified that David is still alive.

If I have nothing interesting to report for tomorrow, from my actual rather boring life, I will continue to report on my book.

HOSPITAL AT HOME

Since I am back from my holidays, life has me back full speed ! Mr. G. catched a cold in Amsterdam because he smoked on the cold terrace wearing a thin shirt but didn't put on a cardigan. Now he has to pay for it and I too indirectly !



He caughes like an old steam engine and when he sneezes, 3 cats in different sleeping places catapult themselves through the air. I am sure that our neighbors are suspecting me to keep secretely an elephant in our garage who trumpets joyfully.



Good cat Pookie serves as hot water bottle.

And as this wasn't enough, for me to play the nurse, I have to give a shot to Rosie against the



inflammation of her paw. It's getting better. Each morning I have to pull out of the bed a sneezing and caughing Mr. G. to hold her so that I can give her the shot. What a show !



Now I am thinking of wearing a burka, not a black one, that would look too sad and the mailman and my neighbors would risk a heart attack. This would protect me for not catching all the microbes flying around in this house ! I quiet like this blue model. What do you think ?

MY FIRST MOTHER's DAY

Tomorrow is Mother's Day in most of the European countries except in France, UK , Ireland, Portugal, Spain and Norway who celebrate earlier or later.

Yesterday I stumbled over a post where a young mother described her first Mother's day experience, which of course she had expected to be very romantic, as the baby was only 3 months old. She thought about some flowers, a little gift or something special from her husband as the child could hardly make something for mom at school or go in a shop and buy something ....

What she got was an electric toothbrush ! and her husband was very surprised that she wasn't very happy about this romantic gift.

This reminded me my very first Mother's day. At that time my son was 9 months old and also a little to small to celebrate his mom. So I thought he would be represented by his father and this would be a special day with a bouquet of flowers and maybe an invitation to go to the restaurant, but nothing happened. It was like all Sundays. When I told him my disappointment and when he saw the flowers I had bought for my Mother for Mother's Day, he really was surprised. He knew for himself that he was a proud Dad since 9 months but had completely forgotten that his wife had become a mom.

What did he do ? He opened the fridge took out a carton with fresh strawberries he had bought the day before and offered them to me as my first Mother's day gift. I was so furious and disappointed that I don't even remember what I did. I only know that he ate the strawberries himself.

At least he had got me something ! My father never offered anything to my mother that day, he said, that she was not his mother !

TAKE PUBLIC TRANSPORTS !

When my friends and I took the train to Brussels which normally takes 20 min, as usual it was 15 min late because of an electrical problem. Of course we missed our correspondence to Liège and had to wait 40 min to take the next one. Apparently trains are a catastrophe and always late according to Chantal and what is well known by everybody who has to take a train each day.

Her son Michael a police inspector in Brussels takes the train every day to his office which is located in the center of Brussels. One evening on his return the train suddenly stopped so abruptly that the passangers nearly flew through the compartments and found themselves sitting on each other knees. Once the order re-established, they wondered what had happened. Michael not wearing his uniform in private and on his way home, only found out after more than half an hour that a guy had thrown himself on the rails and was dead of course.

By the time the whole police squad arrived to find out if it was a suicide or a crime the train was stuck there in the middle of nowhere. The mobile phones were working high speed and it rang everywhere, family and friends wanted to know why the train didn't arrive. After 3 hours finally they could continue. Fortunately there was a toilet in the train, because that isn't an evidence either in these very slow old trains which only serve the little towns around Brussels.

As soon as the train started to move, a lady fell off her seat and fainted. The train had to stop again to get her out and into an ambulance to be taken to the hospital. She had had a heart attack because of all these emotions. Meanwhile the train was 5 h late.

Dispite the fact that it was a rather sad story we 5 laughed our heads off. According to one of us the worst thing is that if the victim has family it has to pay for these "inconveniences ", which can be very very expensive. So you not only have the grief of loosing a husband or a father or whatever but you also have to pay for it.

Therefore Christie and I decided when we would come home to tell our husbands if ever they wanted to commit suicide to hang themselves on the chandelier and not to use a train, because it would be for free.

Poor Michael who had left his office at 6 pm arrived finally home after 1 am instead of a 30 min ride !

A BANK ACCOUNT MISTERY

My classmate of my painting group Michele got a letter for her husband from her bank. She was a little surprised because her husband had died 23 years ago. As he couldn't open the letter anymore she did it and found a letter informing him or in this case her, that he still had a bank account with them, and that there were around 30 € (42 $) left, which wouldn't cover the fees for the bank account in the next years. They suggested him to close the account.

Michele had had a marriage contract so that both had seperate accounts and she had no procuration to close this account. It also was technically impossible to let him come back just for closing a bank account. But the heir could, and in this case it was her daughter, who was on holidays in France.

Now to close this account there are tons of formulars to be filled in and also a tax declaration for the 30 € as inheritance. There were no interests on this account because in the 23 years it had all been deducted as bank account fee.

So don't be surprised if suddenly a bank may remember you after more than 20 years ! I am sure that if the bank account was in debit, they would have noticed it the day he died !

Some real stories are far better than fairy tales !

WATER WATER EVERYWHERE

When I was a teenager I liked the song "Water Water everywhere, not a drop to drink". It must have been a song from the 60th. Unfortunately I couldn't find the right one on YouTube, there were many songs with water everywhere, but not the one I wanted.

It's just because wherever I look I am surrounded by water. I look out of my window and I see water on the street, I go shopping there are plenty of puddles on the parking. I look like a kangaroo when I try to reach the entrance to the shops.



This morning I opened the stores and what did I see, a van from the water service standing in front of my neighbor's house. She suddenly had noticed a quiet deep hole, which was suddenly there over night and her basement is full of water too. Fortunately she is the only one in the street who has water in her basement, I mean of course for her it's not really a fortune, as there was no gold bars found in this hole either. They put a string around so that nobody would fall into the hole and only God knows when it will be closed.



The South of Belgium had floods and even only 20 km from Waterloo, the little town Tubize had floods again. I say again, because they had a very big one just one month ago, where people had lost everything and just started to buy new stuff, which is gone now again with the second flood.

On TV I see the floods from here, from Germany and from Queensland in Australia. Of course that's a far bigger scale than our little Belgium, but people suffer the same way.



I can't see water anymore ! I decided not to take baths or showers until we suffer from drought and only drink beer and wine. I became allergic against water, just like my cats, they don't like water either ! That's why Arthur takes only a bath without water.

A "friend" of mine sincerely believes that the end of the world is coming and she is not even a Jehova witness. I told her that I probably will then be so old that I die anyway before.

Meanwhile I still have feet and no flippers and I can still walk over to Dominique without wearing a diver suit. For bathsuits it's far too cold and I still can drive my car and don't need a boat.

As long as I haven't seen a fish swimming besides me when I walk, I will keep my optimism.

HOW TO BECOME 100 ?

Yesterday I saw on TV a 112 year old lady in excellent shape. I also learned that people are getting older and older and that Belgium has now 1559 people over 100 years for a total population of not exactly 11 million. That makes me think and doubt about the recommendations of a healthy life we hear today.

These men and women were born in 1910/11, they survived two World Wars and certainly didn't need weight watchers during these times. They ate what was eatable nobody cared about expiration dates, you ate it until it was not eatable anymore.

From the 50th on we swallowed everything prepared with chemicals, we ate eggs and chicken from industrial chicken farms, where the chicken just had to lay egg after egg. The cows got hormon shots and where locked in stables not to move only to become big and fat. The vegetables where all sprayed with chemicals to look more beautiful and fresh and of course to hold longer.

The majority of the people smoked like chimneys, and you were rather an outsider when you didn't smoke. I was born in 1943 and I don't know how many meat I have eaten from hormon prepared cows and pigs, how many vegetables I ate sprayed with chemicals, and how many eggs I ate coming from these chicken "factories".

Now suddenly all this is bad for your health, we all should buy bio or organic food, I don't know the difference, I only know it costs a lot more . It's bad to smoke it's bad to drink it's better to run on a treadmill inside then outside in the street or a park, to lift weights instead of lifting your kids or household stuff and you bike in your room instead on the street.

On the other hand the States complain because people are getting so old and they have difficulties to pay the pensions for such a long time. In Belgium the retirement age is 65. So if you live until 100 the State has to pay you 35 or more years pension for maybe around 30 years of work, it depends what you were doing. Only the politicians are allowed to work until 80 or longer and you are considered as a still young politician when you are only 65 ! And if they want to work that long that means they don't have a lot of work, a miner certainly doesn't want to work until he is 80.

All this makes me think that despite two World Wars with hunger, and then this unhealthy food with hormon meat, with chemicals sprayed vegetables, smoking etc. these people reached the respectful age of 100 years ! Maybe just because of all the chemicals to keep things fresh !

Now organic food is in fashion and the younger generation should only eat bio which is far more expensive and do sport in Fitness centers which is an excellent business. This way they would live less longer and the State doesn't have to pay a pension for such a long time. After all health is also a business and a quiet new one.

Unfortunately this kind of "health" is only for wealthy people, I doubt very much that a big family with an average salary can go into a "Bio shop" without going bankrupt.



I don't eat organic foods. At my age I can use all the preservatives I can get ! (That's me with a friend)

WEEKEND FUNNIES

With Gattina & Shakira.

Just do a funny post, something which makes us laugh that's the most important.

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This week I had lunch with a friend. At that stage of my life I realize that some of them just became old and we have not at all the same interests anymore.

When the drinks arrived she was enumerating all the people who had died around her. I thought it was a pity that I didn't own a funeral business.

When the starter arrived she told me that she is getting blind. I was horrified and asked her what desease she had. She said a complicated word, which sounded very intelligent and in latin, but didn't say anything to me. She explained that she would be blind in 25 years. Considering the fact that she is 74 I thought there was still hope that she would see for quiet a while. Next came all the cancers around her.

When the main course arrived, I tried to change the subject with the result that she started to talk about her guts. How lazy they were, and that she had to take pills everyday and sit on the thrown for hours. I thought too bad that she has no cats like my Arthur who loves to keep company to people in this special place.

During the meal I listened to all details, like having too much air and that she is afraid that she would release a fart. I send a prayer to heaven that it wouldn't happen and that people around us wouldn't faint.

When I asked about her daughter who is 34 hoping to hear some good news. She told me that she is fine, but that this and this and this friend of a friend of a friend of her daughter had cancers or accidents.

By the time we had arrived at the end of our meal and had coffee.

She sighed with pleasure, pointed out that the food had been excellent, that it had been so nice to meet me and that now she had to go to her "Health club", where she runs, bikes and lifts heavy things for re building her body. Which honnestly isn't necessary as she looks great.

Please tell me when I start to blog about my guts !

THURSDAY THIRTEEN - Black humor

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A few days ago we were talking about "black humor". Some people just can't understand . This gave me the idea of presenting you

13. Quotes of Black Humor

1. If we do happen to step on a mine, Sir, what do we do?
Normal procedure, Lieutenant, is to jump 200 feet in the air and scatter oneself over a wide area.

2. The world looks as if it has been left in the custody of trolls (that rather counts for Belgium)

3. Life is a sexually transmitted disease, and it's 100% fatal.

4. That's the remarkable thing about life. No matter how bad it gets it can always get worse.

5. Don't close your eyes for the crash; you'll miss the best part

6. If you can't lower heaven, raise hell

7. Order is for idiots, genius can handle chaos

8. The question is not if you are paranoid, it is if you are paranoid enough

9. A nuclear war can ruin your whole day.

10. Experience is that marvelous thing that enables you recognize a mistake when you make it again.

11. Death is the greatest kick of all. That's why they save it for last.

12. If a tree falls in the forest on a mine, does anyone care ?

13. In an atomic war, all men will be cremated equal.