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| ggggg9271@gmail.com: Mar 07 04:35PM -0800 On Wednesday, August 29, 2012 at 12:55:31 AM UTC-7, aesthete8 wrote: > http://coventry.patch.com/articles/live-like-the-rich-lobsters-are-cheap https://www.usatoday.com/story/money/2020/03/06/coronavirus-lobster-price-drop-bargain/4977942002/ |
| ggggg9271@gmail.com: Mar 07 11:43AM -0800 On Thursday, August 10, 2000 at 12:00:00 AM UTC-7, Kim & Scott Danger wrote: > I was wondering if anyone out there has read his other books. Are they > worth the investment? > Kim Danger https://www.businessinsider.com/personal-finance/rich-dad-poor-dad-lessons-wealth |
| ItsJoan NotJoann <itsjoannotjoann@webtv.net>: Mar 07 01:57PM -0800 > > worth the investment? > > Kim Danger > https://www.businessinsider.com/personal-finance/rich-dad-poor-dad-lessons-wealth Bored again?? Digging up twenty (20) year old posts to reply. Way to go zippo, we ARE impressed. 🤔 |
| lenona321@yahoo.com: Mar 07 12:48PM -0800 I hope and pray that if nothing else, the coronavirus scare will get adult slobs, male and female alike, to understand that just as you have to wash your hands several times a day, even BEFORE this crisis, you simply cannot postpone all the little, time-consuming indoor cleaning chores either just because you, personally, don't see or smell anything bad. As in: No, you can't leave dishes in the sink for hours; no, you can't dust and vacuum only once a month - usually. (Little kids may think adults are crazy and stupid to worry about things they can't even see without a microscope - and mean and unfair to force kids to clean every day - but we expect them to take our word on it, don't we? What's the difference?) My point is that if a sloppy adult really believes that it's the neat spouse/roommate who needs to change his/her standards, chances are that is completely wrong. After all, it takes just one transparent plastic bag on the floor to result in a broken leg, and just because any guests you have over may be too polite to say anything, doesn't mean they aren't offended by what they can see and smell. And it's VERY wrong for any adult who likes a reasonably clean house to act as though the other adult should do most of the time-consuming work just because "you don't hate it as much as I do." When you were little, you wouldn't have tolerated that argument from an older sibling who didn't even offer to pay you for it - and chances are, your parents wouldn't have allowed it either. So what's the difference when you're grown up? Stealing other people's leisure time is just plain wrong. (A kid might just as well argue to a sibling: "You don't hate book reports the way I do, so YOU'RE going to do my book reports for me.") https://www.loveproperty.com/gallerylist/93582/35-bad-home-habits-you-need-to-stop-right-now Lenona. |
| ggggg9271@gmail.com: Mar 07 08:44AM -0800 https://www.dailywire.com/news/trump-economy-roared-in-february-lowest-unemployment-in-over-50-years |
| Beaver_Fever@live.com: Mar 07 12:22PM -0800 > https://www.dailywire.com/news/trump-economy-roared-in-february-lowest-unemployment-in-over-50-years February was pretty awesome for me too. |
| Bob F <bobnospam@gmail.com>: Mar 06 08:02PM -0800 >> So even though the news about the spread of the coronavirus is stressing me out, I probably should stop biting my nails? > I take public transportation every day and still going to lots of public events. > This is a hoax and a scam. It's a bad cold and the flu. Chill the fuck out already and stop cancelling shit. Enjoy it when you get it. This young guy did not. "What it's REALLY like to catch coronavirus: First British victim, 25, describes how 'worst disease he ever had' left him sweating, shivering, and struggling to breathe as his eyes burned and bones ached •Connor Reed, 25, an expat teacher from North Wales, lives and works in Wuhan •In November, he became the first British man to catch the deadly coronavirus •Here he explains how he beat the illness that is sweeping across the globe By Connor Reed For The Daily Mail Published: 17:08 EST, 4 March 2020 | Updated: 14:07 EST, 5 March 2020 Connor Reed, a 25-year-old expat from Llandudno in North Wales, has worked in a school in Wuhan, China, for almost a year. In November he became the first British man to catch the coronavirus. From coughs and aches to burning up and spending the night in hospital, here's how he beat the illness that is sweeping the globe. Day 1 — Monday November 25: I have a cold. I'm sneezing and my eyes are a bit bleary. It isn't bad enough to keep me off work. I arrived in this country to teach English as a foreign language — but now I'm a manager at a school in Wuhan, the city in central China where I have lived for the past seven months. I speak Mandarin well, and the job is interesting. My cold shouldn't be very contagious, so I have no qualms about going to work. And I live alone, so I'm not likely to give it to anyone. There hasn't been anything in the news here about viruses. I have no cause for concern. It's just a sniffle. Connor Reed, a 25-year-old expat teacher from North Wales, was the first British man to contract the killer virus in November last year, while working at a school in Wuhan, China Connor Reed, a 25-year-old expat teacher from North Wales, was the first British man to contract the killer virus in November last year, while working at a school in Wuhan, China Day 2: I have a sore throat. Remembering what my mum used to do when I was a child, I mix myself a mug of honey in hot water. It does the trick. Day 3: I don't smoke and I hardly ever drink. But it's important to me to get over this cold quickly, so that I can stay healthy for work. For medicinal purposes only, I put a splash of whisky in my honey drink. I think it's called a 'hot toddy'. Day 4: I slept like a baby last night. Chinese whisky is evidently a cure for all known ailments. I have another hot toddy in the evening. Day 5: I'm over my cold. It really wasn't anything. Day 7: I spoke too soon. I feel dreadful. This is no longer just a cold. I ache all over, my head is thumping, my eyes are burning, my throat is constricted. The cold has travelled down to my chest and I have a hacking cough. This is flu, and it's going to take more than a mug of hot honey, with or without the magic whisky ingredient, to make me feel better. Mr Reed said the symptoms of the disease 'hit me like a train' last year after he contracted the coronavirus in Wuhan, China Mr Reed said the symptoms of the disease 'hit me like a train' last year after he contracted the coronavirus in Wuhan, China The symptoms hit me this afternoon like a train and, unless there's an overnight miracle, I will not be going to work tomorrow. It's not just that I feel so ill — I really don't want to give this flu to any of my colleagues. Day 8: I won't be in work today. I've warned them I'll probably be off all week. Even my bones are aching. It's hard to imagine I'm going to get over this soon. Even getting out of bed hurts. I am propped up on pillows, watching TV and trying not to cough too much because it is painful. Day 9: Even the kitten hanging around my apartment seems to be feeling under the weather. It isn't its usual lively self, and when I put down food it doesn't want to eat. I don't blame it – I've lost my appetite too. Day 10: I'm still running a temperature. I've finished the quarter-bottle of whisky, and I don't feel well enough to go out and get any more. It doesn't matter: I don't think hot toddies were making much difference. Day 11: Suddenly, I'm feeling better, physically at least. The flu has lifted. But the poor kitten has died. I don't know whether it had what I've got, or whether cats can even get human flu. I feel miserable. Day 12: I've had a relapse. Just as I thought the flu was getting better, it has come back with a vengeance. My breathing is laboured. Just getting up and going to the bathroom leaves me panting and exhausted. I'm sweating, burning up, dizzy and shivering. The television is on but I can't make sense of it. This is a nightmare. Even the kitten hanging around my apartment (pictured) seems to be feeling under the weather. It isn't its usual lively self, and when I put down food it doesn't want to eat. I don't blame it – I've lost my appetite too Even the kitten hanging around my apartment (pictured) seems to be feeling under the weather. It isn't its usual lively self, and when I put down food it doesn't want to eat. I don't blame it – I've lost my appetite too By the afternoon, I feel like I am suffocating. I have never been this ill in my life. I can't take more than sips of air and, when I breathe out, my lungs sound like a paper bag being crumpled up. This isn't right. I need to see a doctor. But if I call the emergency services, I'll have to pay for the ambulance call-out myself. That's going to cost a fortune. I'm ill, but I don't think I'm dying — am I? Surely I can survive a taxi journey. I decide to go to Zhongnan University Hospital because there are plenty of foreign doctors there, studying. It isn't rational but, in my feverish state, I want to see a British doctor. My Mandarin is pretty good, so I have no language problem when I call the taxi. It's a 20-minute ride. As soon as I get there, a doctor diagnoses pneumonia. So that's why my lungs are making that noise. I am sent for a battery of tests lasting six hours. Day 13: I arrived back at my apartment late yesterday evening. The doctor prescribed antibiotics for the pneumonia but I'm reluctant to take them — I'm worried that my body will become resistant to the drugs and, if I ever get really ill and need them, they won't work. I prefer to beat this with traditional remedies if I can. It helps, simply knowing that this is pneumonia. I'm only 25 and generally healthy: I tell myself there's no reason for alarm. I have some Tiger Balm. It's like Vick's vapour rub on steroids. I pour some into a bowl of hot water and sit with a towel over my head, inhaling the fumes. I'm going 'old school'. And I've still got the antibiotics in reserve if I need them. Pictured: Connor and the cat that hangs around his apartment in Wuhan, China. Suddenly, I'm feeling better, physically at least. The flu has lifted. But the poor kitten has died. I don't know whether it had what I've got, or whether cats can even get human flu. I feel miserable Pictured: Connor and the cat that hangs around his apartment in Wuhan, China. Suddenly, I'm feeling better, physically at least. The flu has lifted. But the poor kitten has died. I don't know whether it had what I've got, or whether cats can even get human flu. I feel miserable Day 14: Boil a kettle. Add Tiger Balm. Towel over head. Breathe for an hour. Repeat. Day 15: All the days are now blurring into one. Day 16: I phone my mother in Australia. There was no point in calling her before now — she'd only worry and try to jump on a plane. That wouldn't work: it takes an age to get a visitor's visa to China. I'm glad to hear her voice, even if I can't do much more than croak, 'Mum, I feel so ill.' Day 17: I am feeling slightly better, but I don't want to get my hopes up yet. I've been here before. Day 18: My lungs no longer sound like bundles of broken twigs. Day 19: I am well enough to stagger out of doors to get more Tiger Balm. My nose has cleared enough to smell what my neighbours are cooking, and I think I might have an appetite for the first time in nearly two weeks. Day 22: I was hoping to be back at work today but no such luck. The pneumonia has gone — but now I ache as if I've been run over by a steamroller. My sinuses are agony, and my eardrums feel ready to pop. I know I shouldn't but I'm massaging my inner ear with cotton buds, trying to take the pain away. Day 24: Hallelujah! I think I'm better. Who knew flu could be as horrible as that, though? Day 36: A tip-off from a friend sends me hurrying to the shops. Apparently, the Chinese officials are concerned about a new virus that is taking hold in the city. There are rumours about a curfew or travel restrictions. I know what this will mean — panic buying in the shops. I need to stock up on essentials before everyone else does. Day 37: The rumours were right. Everyone is being told to stay indoors. From what I've heard, the virus is like a nasty dose of flu that can cause pneumonia. Well, that sounds familiar. Day 52: A notification from the hospital informs me that I was infected with the Wuhan coronavirus. I suppose I should be pleased that I can't catch it again — I'm immune now. However, I must still wear my face mask like everyone else if I leave the apartment, or risk arrest. The Chinese authorities are being very thorough about trying to contain the virus. Day 67: The whole world has now heard about coronavirus. I've told a few friends about it, via Facebook, and somehow the news got out to the media. My local paper back in Llandudno, North Wales, has been in touch with me. Maybe I caught the coronavirus at the fish market. It's a great place to get food on a budget, a part of the real Wuhan that ordinary Chinese people use every day, and I regularly do my shopping there. Since the outbreak became international news, I've seen hysterical reports (especially in the U.S. media) that exotic meats such as bat and even koala are on sale at the fish market. I've never seen that. The only slightly weird sight I've seen is the whole pig and lamb carcasses for sale, with their heads on. Day 72 — Tuesday, February 4: It seems the newspapers think it's terrific that I tried to cure myself with hot toddies. I attempt to explain that I had no idea at the time what was wrong with me — but that isn't what they want to hear. The headline in the New York Post says, 'UK teacher claims he beat coronavirus with hot whisky and honey.' I wish it had been that easy. " |
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