9 of my 15 years involved prison health care, so I have a huge issue about mental health. The fight I had in that major city is a recurring theme. And almost no beds.

Nice to meet you! And an NP. I did some really neat stuff with NP clinics. It's a must when dealing with a rural population.

Please explain this to all the idiots who are going to read this and not see a fucking doctor. I spent 15 years in safety net hospitals and clinics. I find this shit unbearable.

You are after my own heart. The "cleanse" for vitamin deficiencies really cracked me up. Except people believe this shit. The Christian Right aren't the only ones who are squeemish about science.

She had vitamin deficiencies. A cleanse for that? Even a phlebotomist knows to hand the "Anemia sheet" to anemics who try to give blood. Food! Balanced diet!

I hit on that, too! She'd be told to eat raisin bran and drink milk (if it wasn't bad). Good god. Too bad your comment can't sit permanently at the top of the page.

Looks like a rig to me. Playground for all sorts of nifty sea creatures.

Go ask #KnightSec. Or anonmom.

I'm such a Houstonian that "sipping" means only one thing to me.

Confused me, too, so I'm going to PACER.

And I thought suing Whole Foods for sexual harassment was fun...

And such an explosion of genetic monstrosities we've had.

And?

I'm thinking that because we're all sluts anyway, our crabs knit our pubic hair together into an invincible web at the first sign of "unconsented rape."

Me, too. Like my vagina shuts down? Suddenly fills itself with cement to "shut down?"

Exactly.

The excuses given by men are identical to the excuses a former friend gave for cheating on every man she dates or marries. She isn't appreciated. He doesn't value her because he won't put a topper on his TempurPedic mattress (that was a real one). I don't excuse her and I don't excuse men.

Molly Ivins failed reconstruction, too. That helped me.

Now, yes. My mother was one of the first (did an ad and some radio shows for them, too). It was new when I was diagnosed. Now, I would have had Herceptin chemo. Then, no luck. And no Tamoxifen. That was only 12 years ago.

I did it, as I was 37 and my mom was terminal when I was diagnosed (on my 5th annual mammogram). I did make the right decision, as my plastic surgery team was shocked by the amount of hyperplasia in my "good" breast. I did my research, though, and I knew that my path report was bad (double negative, HER2+), and that…