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Buy this shirt: No story should end to soon suicide prevention awareness shirt The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The pharmacist is the last check, ensuring the medication is safe for the person and is taken correctly. Because of this, they have the right, nay the responsibility, to refuse to dispense a drug is they feel there is a problem. Yes, your daughter can refuse to answer. But doing that would be foolish since the questions are about protecting her from harm. And if she does refuse, the pharmacist has every reason to not dispense the drug. When I had started a job working acute medicine we had to transfer patients up to other wards, and most of the time I would do it myself instead of waiting for a porter because it was just quicker. Walked past a room of a patient I didn’t know in this other ward. Thought “oh he looks like he’s bleeding somewhere”, but no evidence, he was sitting and eating his lunch. Settled my patient into their new bed and handed over within minutes. Walked back past the room and he was just staring at his lap while fresh blood pumped up from between his legs. In my old job, we had an assessment unit for referrals from the community. This was a waiting room for about 50 people, a few bed spaces and a triage room which was an old cubicle we converted with a desk and a trolley in it. I triaged a little old lady, she was fine, just a minor chest infection according to the doctor. I didn’t think she was right, but couldn’t prove it, I just felt it. This little lady needed to stay in for a day or two just to have some social problems sorted too, as well as some antibiotics. I settled her back into a big armchair, sorted her paperwork, and bloodwork. Got her a chest x-ray, and handed over to the ward she was going to over the phone while the doctor finished writing up her examination. Well, the patient’s daughter comes running out of the waiting room and her mum is blue from the waist up and we knew then she had a pulmonary embolism. She arrests, but somehow 30 compressions and some oxygen got her back (though we would be thrombolytic which means 90mins continuous compressions) but we must have moved the clot. Got her diagnosed and treated for a massive PE post-arrest, she was sat up having a cup of tea half an hour after it, and we sent her over to cardiac for telemetry. I had been watching this woman like a hawk because I just knew she wasn’t ok. I wasn’t the only nurse who felt it either. No reasons, we just know.My experience, the material the shirt is made of dictates body temperature. Examples: cotton breathes thus permits body heat to escape while cooler air can circulate. Polyester, spandex, rayon are synthetics that hold body heat. No, because to accurately look like a Christmas tree, the shirt needs to be green and the pants need to be red. You see, the tree is green, and the tree skirt, or the tree stand, is often red. Try Printful or Custom! Custom is a lot cheaper but offers many more items such as hats, leggings, bags, socks, all in which you can print your very own design and even sell to the public using an online store! As I said custom cat is a much cheaper option but you can only print your design in the middle of the tee which isn’t a very good option if you want stripes up the sleeve.Their persistence enables them to persevere through unexpected problems. And for the lucky few, this allows them to discover previously unknown solutions that win lots of new satisfied customers, precisely because no one else had been daring (or foolhardy) enough to defy conventional wisdom and see if what is possible, but seemingly improbable just might work. It’s the fabric from which its made. Certain fabrics are breathable, they spread the moisture from sweat out over a larger surface area and it disperses fast.. Then others have low absorption and they blot the moisture in one spot with very low dispersion. That creates the circle of sweat that you are referring to. Not at all, I know this is a very famous fashion tip that dark guys should not wear black because it makes them look even darker. I completely disagree with this. I am also a dark guy and you can see me wearing black and it doesn’t look bad at all. T-shirts are fun, basic articles of clothing to have in your wardrobe. We have seen them in ads such as the classic Gap to seeing a mechanic wearing a grime-y, blackened piece— that actually is pretty awesome in its own way. If a t-shirt is worn, or specifically styled into an outfit, the look can certainly keep the person wearing it looking fresh, hip and contemporary, among their peers. I haven’t practiced long enough Iron Shirt in order to have direct experience. Also, I am not sure if we refer to the same practice, because sometimes the name is used vaguely. However, I have seen people who were practicing for many years and I noticed the opposite: quite soft skin and relaxed muscles. My experience, the material the shirt is made of dictates body temperature. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Olafshirt This product belong to hieu-vu I Got These Muscles Writing Code Computer Vintage Retro T Shirt Buy this shirt: No story should end to soon suicide prevention awareness shirt The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The pharmacist is the last check, ensuring the medication is safe for the person and is taken correctly. Because of this, they have the right, nay the responsibility, to refuse to dispense a drug is they feel there is a problem. Yes, your daughter can refuse to answer. But doing that would be foolish since the questions are about protecting her from harm. And if she does refuse, the pharmacist has every reason to not dispense the drug. When I had started a job working acute medicine we had to transfer patients up to other wards, and most of the time I would do it myself instead of waiting for a porter because it was just quicker. Walked past a room of a patient I didn’t know in this other ward. Thought “oh he looks like he’s bleeding somewhere”, but no evidence, he was sitting and eating his lunch. Settled my patient into their new bed and handed over within minutes. Walked back past the room and he was just staring at his lap while fresh blood pumped up from between his legs. In my old job, we had an assessment unit for referrals from the community. This was a waiting room for about 50 people, a few bed spaces and a triage room which was an old cubicle we converted with a desk and a trolley in it. I triaged a little old lady, she was fine, just a minor chest infection according to the doctor. I didn’t think she was right, but couldn’t prove it, I just felt it. This little lady needed to stay in for a day or two just to have some social problems sorted too, as well as some antibiotics. I settled her back into a big armchair, sorted her paperwork, and bloodwork. Got her a chest x-ray, and handed over to the ward she was going to over the phone while the doctor finished writing up her examination. Well, the patient’s daughter comes running out of the waiting room and her mum is blue from the waist up and we knew then she had a pulmonary embolism. She arrests, but somehow 30 compressions and some oxygen got her back (though we would be thrombolytic which means 90mins continuous compressions) but we must have moved the clot. Got her diagnosed and treated for a massive PE post-arrest, she was sat up having a cup of tea half an hour after it, and we sent her over to cardiac for telemetry. I had been watching this woman like a hawk because I just knew she wasn’t ok. I wasn’t the only nurse who felt it either. No reasons, we just know.My experience, the material the shirt is made of dictates body temperature. Examples: cotton breathes thus permits body heat to escape while cooler air can circulate. Polyester, spandex, rayon are synthetics that hold body heat. No, because to accurately look like a Christmas tree, the shirt needs to be green and the pants need to be red. You see, the tree is green, and the tree skirt, or the tree stand, is often red. Try Printful or Custom! Custom is a lot cheaper but offers many more items such as hats, leggings, bags, socks, all in which you can print your very own design and even sell to the public using an online store! As I said custom cat is a much cheaper option but you can only print your design in the middle of the tee which isn’t a very good option if you want stripes up the sleeve.Their persistence enables them to persevere through unexpected problems. And for the lucky few, this allows them to discover previously unknown solutions that win lots of new satisfied customers, precisely because no one else had been daring (or foolhardy) enough to defy conventional wisdom and see if what is possible, but seemingly improbable just might work. It’s the fabric from which its made. Certain fabrics are breathable, they spread the moisture from sweat out over a larger surface area and it disperses fast.. Then others have low absorption and they blot the moisture in one spot with very low dispersion. That creates the circle of sweat that you are referring to. Not at all, I know this is a very famous fashion tip that dark guys should not wear black because it makes them look even darker. I completely disagree with this. I am also a dark guy and you can see me wearing black and it doesn’t look bad at all. T-shirts are fun, basic articles of clothing to have in your wardrobe. We have seen them in ads such as the classic Gap to seeing a mechanic wearing a grime-y, blackened piece— that actually is pretty awesome in its own way. If a t-shirt is worn, or specifically styled into an outfit, the look can certainly keep the person wearing it looking fresh, hip and contemporary, among their peers. I haven’t practiced long enough Iron Shirt in order to have direct experience. Also, I am not sure if we refer to the same practice, because sometimes the name is used vaguely. However, I have seen people who were practicing for many years and I noticed the opposite: quite soft skin and relaxed muscles. My experience, the material the shirt is made of dictates body temperature. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Olafshirt This product belong to hieu-vu
Buy this shirt: No story should end to soon suicide prevention awareness shirt The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The pharmacist is the last check, ensuring the medication is safe for the person and is taken correctly. Because of this, they have the right, nay the responsibility, to refuse to dispense a drug is they feel there is a problem. Yes, your daughter can refuse to answer. But doing that would be foolish since the questions are about protecting her from harm. And if she does refuse, the pharmacist has every reason to not dispense the drug. When I had started a job working acute medicine we had to transfer patients up to other wards, and most of the time I would do it myself instead of waiting for a porter because it was just quicker. Walked past a room of a patient I didn’t know in this other ward. Thought “oh he looks like he’s bleeding somewhere”, but no evidence, he was sitting and eating his lunch. Settled my patient into their new bed and handed over within minutes. Walked back past the room and he was just staring at his lap while fresh blood pumped up from between his legs. In my old job, we had an assessment unit for referrals from the community. This was a waiting room for about 50 people, a few bed spaces and a triage room which was an old cubicle we converted with a desk and a trolley in it. I triaged a little old lady, she was fine, just a minor chest infection according to the doctor. I didn’t think she was right, but couldn’t prove it, I just felt it. This little lady needed to stay in for a day or two just to have some social problems sorted too, as well as some antibiotics. I settled her back into a big armchair, sorted her paperwork, and bloodwork. Got her a chest x-ray, and handed over to the ward she was going to over the phone while the doctor finished writing up her examination. Well, the patient’s daughter comes running out of the waiting room and her mum is blue from the waist up and we knew then she had a pulmonary embolism. She arrests, but somehow 30 compressions and some oxygen got her back (though we would be thrombolytic which means 90mins continuous compressions) but we must have moved the clot. Got her diagnosed and treated for a massive PE post-arrest, she was sat up having a cup of tea half an hour after it, and we sent her over to cardiac for telemetry. I had been watching this woman like a hawk because I just knew she wasn’t ok. I wasn’t the only nurse who felt it either. No reasons, we just know.My experience, the material the shirt is made of dictates body temperature. Examples: cotton breathes thus permits body heat to escape while cooler air can circulate. Polyester, spandex, rayon are synthetics that hold body heat. No, because to accurately look like a Christmas tree, the shirt needs to be green and the pants need to be red. You see, the tree is green, and the tree skirt, or the tree stand, is often red. Try Printful or Custom! Custom is a lot cheaper but offers many more items such as hats, leggings, bags, socks, all in which you can print your very own design and even sell to the public using an online store! As I said custom cat is a much cheaper option but you can only print your design in the middle of the tee which isn’t a very good option if you want stripes up the sleeve.Their persistence enables them to persevere through unexpected problems. And for the lucky few, this allows them to discover previously unknown solutions that win lots of new satisfied customers, precisely because no one else had been daring (or foolhardy) enough to defy conventional wisdom and see if what is possible, but seemingly improbable just might work. It’s the fabric from which its made. Certain fabrics are breathable, they spread the moisture from sweat out over a larger surface area and it disperses fast.. Then others have low absorption and they blot the moisture in one spot with very low dispersion. That creates the circle of sweat that you are referring to. Not at all, I know this is a very famous fashion tip that dark guys should not wear black because it makes them look even darker. I completely disagree with this. I am also a dark guy and you can see me wearing black and it doesn’t look bad at all. T-shirts are fun, basic articles of clothing to have in your wardrobe. We have seen them in ads such as the classic Gap to seeing a mechanic wearing a grime-y, blackened piece— that actually is pretty awesome in its own way. If a t-shirt is worn, or specifically styled into an outfit, the look can certainly keep the person wearing it looking fresh, hip and contemporary, among their peers. I haven’t practiced long enough Iron Shirt in order to have direct experience. Also, I am not sure if we refer to the same practice, because sometimes the name is used vaguely. However, I have seen people who were practicing for many years and I noticed the opposite: quite soft skin and relaxed muscles. My experience, the material the shirt is made of dictates body temperature. 6 Easy Step To Grab This Product: Click the button “Buy this shirt” Choose your style: men, women, toddlers, … Pic Any color you like! Choose size. Enter the delivery address. Wait for your shirt and let’s take a photograph. Olafshirt This product belong to hieu-vu I Got These Muscles Writing Code Computer Vintage Retro T Shirt Buy this shirt: No story should end to soon suicide prevention awareness shirt The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The driver obviously didn’t know my truck was there, hadn’t checked his right side mirror. His truck tore the left rearview mirror off entirely and made a wrinkly mess out of the driver’s side door. But I could still open the door, and there was a small rearview mirror at the lower right of the truck. So I rigged that up to use as a left side rearview mirror to be able to drive the truck back home some 200 miles. The truck was no longer legal in this condition of course, but the owner wanted me to take it on another run the next morning in its unfixed condition, on two-lane highways. It had been fun but I’d had enough close calls driving, and the handwriting was on the wall. Besides, being home only on Sundays was no kind of life. But I always enjoyed the truck stops and conversations with other drivers. I’ve yet to really need my physical prowess as some well-placed words (of course, after laying them bare with a sweet smile, coffee, and an invitation for a discussion in which I twist them into horrific knots) and a confident but cold laugh have been enough to fell many a man so far. Whatever gods there may have mercy on the wretch that gets a dose of my tongue and the dislocated joint to boot! I delight in reminding abusers of their powerlessness and when they respond with a threat, well-researched knowledge of their impotence and sad manly performance both in and out of bed deflates his ego and any courageous swelling he’s done to his personality or body. They share so much without even knowing it and fear being humiliated almost more than they fear for their own safety which is a convenient mix when trying to help women escape these men! I’ve never been content with simple victory and forgetting. I will be one of the faces they remember on their death bed in 30 years. That’s my goal. Whenever they think of revenge against the woman who left them, it’s my mocking smile they scuttle away with. I hope to one day make an army of women just like me so the next time a man lifts his hand to strike someone, he is chased and hounded by a million mocking smiles. What use is a physical, deadly, and costly war someone can surrender their way out of? No, I’m content to wage battles in a wicked man’s mind. And I learned from the witch hunters who falsely accused women like me! This is my jam!! The pharmacist is the last check, ensuring the medication is safe for the person and is taken correctly. Because of this, they have the right, nay the responsibility, to refuse to dispense a drug is they feel there is a problem. Yes, your daughter can refuse to answer. But doing that would be foolish since the questions are about protecting her from harm. And if she does refuse, the pharmacist has every reason to not dispense the drug. When I had started a job working acute medicine we had to transfer patients up to other wards, and most of the time I would do it myself instead of waiting for a porter because it was just quicker. Walked past a room of a patient I didn’t know in this other ward. Thought “oh he looks like he’s bleeding somewhere”, but no evidence, he was sitting and eating his lunch. Settled my patient into their new bed and handed over within minutes. Walked back past the room and he was just staring at his lap while fresh blood pumped up from between his legs. In my old job, we had an assessment unit for referrals from the community. This was a waiting room for about 50 people, a few bed spaces and a triage room which was an old cubicle we converted with a desk and a trolley in it. I triaged a little old lady, she was fine, just a minor chest infection according to the doctor. I didn’t think she was right, but couldn’t prove it, I just felt it. This little lady needed to stay in for a day or two just to have some social problems sorted too, as well as some antibiotics. I settled her back into a big armchair, sorted her paperwork, and bloodwork. Got her a chest x-ray, and handed over to the ward she was going to over the phone while the doctor finished writing up her examination. Well, the patient’s daughter comes running out of the waiting room and her mum is blue from the waist up and we knew then she had a pulmonary embolism. She arrests, but somehow 30 compressions and some oxygen got her back (though we would be thrombolytic which means 90mins continuous compressions) but we must have moved the clot. Got her diagnosed and treated for a massive PE post-arrest, she was sat up having a cup of tea half an hour after it, and we sent her over to cardiac for telemetry. I had been watching this woman like a hawk because I just knew she wasn’t ok. I wasn’t the only nurse who felt it either. 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