Maternal morbidity and mortality rates related to macrosomia in pregnancy.
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My standard work breakfast--a 16 oz. cup of hot coffee with half and half and sugar, a 20 oz. iced coffee (Starbucks Via Instant Sweetened), and a cup of Ellos Greek yoghurt with muesli.
Well, I was brought up to offer my seat to the elderly and the disabled and the pregnant on public transportation, to hold doors open for others (regardless of sex--thank you, Mr. Franz), to always offer to pay for a meal, and otherwise exhibit what I guess might be considered, if I were male, to be "benevolently sexist" traits. To me, it's just the way things should be done.
I've raised my boys the same way--with twists, of course. Things like never refusing a girl's request to dance (this caused quite the kerfuffle when my oldest was asked by two separate girls to a TOLO dance) and offering your seat on public transportation to any woman. The key thing is, I've raised my boys to behave in this manner, not because women are somehow in need of special treatment due to being weaker or whatever, but because women are just...naturally superior? We can do the higher math and produce tiny humans. I'm raising the boys to be "decent guys", as Beffer mentioned.
Decent guys--the "benevolent sexists"--are like the guy on the bus this morning who offered up his seat to me (I didn't take it). Decent guys hold doors but listen if I insist on holding the door for them. Decent guys politely refuse my offer to pay for dinner. Decent guys are good for society.
I've only ever written one piece for someone in particular. The story itself turned out pretty well. The someone in particular turned out to be starkers raving mad. So...yah, no, won't be doing that again.
My hair is thick but fine, and has a bonus natural but completely untamed wave. I've been using Sebastian Potion No. 9 since forever, but added Ouai Rose Gold Hair and Body Oil recently, and the combination actually works, even against those little curls that stubbornly pop up around my face.
I'd toss it in Supernatural or Sci-Fi, myself.
Share my "I did it for the money" experience(s) what now? No.
Happy Canada Day, all! Much flag waving and beer drinking happening this morning.
On a serious note, where is Bill? Do I have to go find him?
Gav, you've always been awesome with me. Now this award makes it official--and congratulations, now you've been "Sprited".
xxJennifer
I work in nursing administration at a university-affiliated teaching hospital. Very reserved environment, as far as expletives go.
That said...once in a while, they come out, usually when reading about something that went very wrong at one of the several affiliated institutions. Not outbursts, nothing dramatic or loud, usually just the word "fuck" used in place of a whole sentence, as in, "Hey, Jen, did you see that email from QI?" "Yah, the fuck?".
Never ask a question that can be answered with a "yes" or "no" answer. True in court and true in life.
"Am I gonna get some?" Seriously? If you have to ask...it's a hard "no".
Welcome to the club!! Thank you and congratulations, Pete!
Again, not sure if this is Southern, but I say "(he/she/they/whatever) (is/are) fixed six ways to to Sunday" on occasion. Or similarly, "I'll fix (you/them/whatever) six ways to Sunday...". The latter is generally used as a sort of threat. My Grammie's neighbour Irma said that quite a lot.
Also, "that really (burns/butters) my brickle". Some of these things are surely extremely colloquial. "Minute" equalling a while is also something I'm pretty sure is unique to the American South. As in, "I'm going to set a minute" or "this cough has been on me for a minute". Again, I'm Canadian born and bred and Grammie was similarly Canadian born and bred, so these are things I recall hearing as she car toured us through the South.
Not to sound callous, but crying never fixed anything or saved any lives in the history of ever.
Here in the Pacific Northwest/Lower Mainland, we know damn well that a huge earthquake is coming, one that will devastate the region. Me, I've taken proactive steps, including making evacuation plans for my sons, storing three week's worth of food and water for every individual in the household, plus stocking prescription medications and other items that might not be accessible in the immediate aftermath of a disaster. I have similarly stocked one cabinet with food and water for my dog and my cat, enough for again, three weeks.
Doing simple stuff can save your life and allow you to help others survive as well. I always keeping a sturdy pair of boots right next to my bed (many injuries incurred in earthquake scenarios involve lacerations to the hands and feet) and keep multiple flashlights and fire extinguishers at hand. Also have a N95 vented mask stuffed into one of the shoes, a Kershaw knife in the other.
I also volunteer with my city's fire department, teaching civilians how to handle light disaster medical and light urban search and rescue and teaching professional firefighters how to work with civilians--to the point of ceding control of a scene--and helping them to understand that in a true MASCAL, standard practice--like CPR--goes out the window. If there are hundreds dead or dying, if you choose to devote your resources to one person, dozens more may die because you wasted your time on one person.
It's a thing. I volunteer with the fire department as a member of a C.E.R.T. team, trained and certified by FEMA in MASCAL management; my particular area of expertise is medical. The motto of C.E.R.T. teams across the U.S. is "Greatest Good For The Greatest Number". Meaning that yes, some will die, but hundreds more may well live because of your efforts and preparation.
So. Yah. Apocalypse what now? You sit there and cry, I got this.
All of them.
Seriously, I maintain a very well-stocked liquor cabinet--my mum always said that dinner guests wouldn't care if the main course was terrible as long as I could mix a decent drink. I also keep a copy of the Bartender's Bible and some other specialty drink literature in the liquor cabinet.
I have several dresses that tend to blow up in the least bit of wind. Fortunately, this usually happens on the plaza at work--fortunate because I work for a university-affiliated hospital and no man wants to be caught looking even remotely like he's eyeing a woman.
That said, if I saw some random trying to look up my dress? I'd cross my legs and give him a look that would make his testicles retract to right about the level of his belly button.