Bitch on the Blog

January 9, 2014

Don’t dwell

May I declare my hand: Germs and I are NOT on a good footing. Germs and Germans being only two letters apart.

Still, I do see the reason for germs. Don’t even think ‘Antibiotics’ of which all of you take far too much. I call it the Oppenheimer dilemma: No sooner do you mess around with a bit of nuclear fusion five seconds later Hiroshima is bombed. And it’s all your fault.

I am cleaning, and by way of an unwelcome Eureka (that’s Greek for thanks but no thanks) I have come to an unsavory conclusion: Delude yourselves. Dirt wins. Particularly the invisible. Will discuss this later with my brother’s wife since she is the Ueber Haus Frau of all times. And I don’t mean this in either an ironic or sardonic way. She is.

U

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6 Comments »

  1. Ursula
    In intensive care we are seeing more patients with VRE which is a vancomycin resistant infection…..
    Vancomycin is a particularly strong antibiotic

    Very worrying

    Comment by John — January 9, 2014 @ 09:55 | Reply

    • It is worrying, John. Soon we will have to invent canons to evacuate a mole.

      Trouble is, and my doctor agrees: People come sniffling. They want a cure. Now. The days of home remedies and a bit of grit are over. Doctor, already seeking recourse from all ills of the world in the bottom of a bottle, gets out his pad, writes prescription. For antibiotics. Most people are idiots, John. And I say this with a lot of affection since I really do like people and the fact they are idiots is not their fault. For starters: Try and explain to someone the difference between … You know where this is going.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — January 9, 2014 @ 17:15 | Reply

  2. I’ve only taken antibiotics about three times in my entire life. And the second time, they made me so ill I had to stop taking them. I’ve always tried to avoid drugs of any description.

    Comment by nick — January 9, 2014 @ 11:54 | Reply

    • You must be the exception to the rule, Nick. THREE times in your life? Is that all?

      You are right: Behave like a cat when it comes to taking a pill. And I will admit that I have lied to my doctor. Yes, I took the pills (didn’t). Yes, I am much better (which I am). Doctors need loving care too and confidence building in their abilities.

      Other than that just pore a little live yoghurt on top and your digestive tract will recover too – in time.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — January 9, 2014 @ 17:22 | Reply

  3. Dust If You Must
    by Rose Milligan

    Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
    To paint a picture, or write a letter,
    Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
    Ponder the difference between want and need?

    Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
    With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
    Music to hear, and books to read;
    Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

    Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
    With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
    A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
    This day will not come around again.

    Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
    Old age will come and it’s not kind.
    And when you go (and go you must)
    You, yourself, will make more dust.

    Comment by Rummuser — January 9, 2014 @ 12:59 | Reply

    • Ramana, I’ll paint you the next Jackson Pollock, even swim a river. Though I’ll probably delegate the latter to the Barnacle aka Looney.

      Fact is, and it’s sad news: Disorder distracts. I can’t THINK when surrounded by rubbish. No doubt about it. Please don’t say: That’s a good thing.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — January 9, 2014 @ 17:31 | Reply


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