They *might* know okra by a different name- ladyfingers or bamia or something...

Except in the UK, where a "chicken sandwich" means a sandwich with a cold chicken filling and a "chicken burger "means a burger bap with a hot piece of chicken in it.

I don't think she understands the difference between a pressurised environment and a low oxygen one. It's the lower pressure that makes you gassy, bloated and swells your ankles, not the lower oxygen. The only thing causing a need to change the timing of medications if you fly is if you cross a lot of timezones.

I was talking to an elderly Irish patient the other day.

Kara, you are wrong.

I had one under my eye and also DIY with a needle...but I'm a Dr, so it was a sterile hypodermic needle that immediately went in a sharps box, and I a) was sure of what it was and b) knew what I was doing.

I always thought I was bad at maths, not because I didn't get the right answers (I did) but because I usually couldn't explain HOW I got them.

I think if I was a small business owner I would just label my bathrooms/ changing facilities as unisex.

all the normal things I suppose...

I hate to break it to you.

Umm hmm

I get the taller ladies and their desire for flat shoes.

I almost bought these exact shoes recently (because their small fit meant that I could make them work for my tiny feet with insoles) but I didn't for three reasons.

As a tiny Cinderella type person with child sized feet I was *this* close to ending up in a pair of white ballet pumps or First Communion shoes, because the bridal shops do not stock my size, and those were the alternatives that kept being suggested.

Is the wrong message that the Republican Party can't control its women, or is it that the Republican Party is so divorced from what actual women want, that even their own women can't support their policies?

Here's how this works.

Which means possible expulsion/never being allowed to practice if you bring the profession into disrepute by your actions.

I'm a Doctor, I trained in Dublin. That is Bullshit.

The scentscape of my life:

Those poor, poor girls.