I wonder what the weather is like somewhere else?
Apparently its sunny in Newcastle - according to my mum. What about in the Sudan? Darfur? Niger?
Do the people there even sit and ponder that its more than likely to be raining in London?
Its so easy to sit and stare out of your window at the rain and grey skies as the tube whizzes past on the metropolitan line. Its so easy to forget that there are people in the world who are less fortunate. People who live in war-torn countries. People who haven't just eaten a delicious carrot and coriander soup from Sainsbury's. People who haven't eaten. For days. Weeks.
I'm in London and its raining. I've just eaten some carrot and coriander soup from Sainsbury's.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Today I got annoyed...
OH MY GOD!
Today I went to sort out my registration with a doctor in London.
So what do you expect to happen?
You give them some pee, get your blood pressure taken, get weighed and your height measured.
Sometimes you get questions asked about your lifestyle as well, such as the food you eat, if you smoke and the kind of exercise you do.
I did not expect the following...
I told the nurse that I occasionally do some yoga.
She asked me if I knew that I was breaking the first commandment and that God is a jealous God.
Excuse me?!
She continued: "When you do yoga, you are worshiping false idols in every pose you do..."
I was so shocked. I'm absolutely positive that people in the medical profession aren't allowed to thrust any of their personal beliefs on patients!
Am I wrong? No.
Even so, I’ve always thought that it’s rude to impose any kind of beliefs on people. I’m a Catholic but I don’t tell people that the things they do or believe in are wrong. I think that people like that should really consider how offensive they can be and that it is the 21st century. NOT the dark ages.
I told her that I did yoga as a form of exercise and that I was there to have my health checked. If I wanted to be preached at I’ll go to church!
At the end of the consultation, she told me I have to have a blood test. I think she’s punishing me for worshiping Satan...
Today I went to sort out my registration with a doctor in London.
So what do you expect to happen?
You give them some pee, get your blood pressure taken, get weighed and your height measured.
Sometimes you get questions asked about your lifestyle as well, such as the food you eat, if you smoke and the kind of exercise you do.
I did not expect the following...
I told the nurse that I occasionally do some yoga.
She asked me if I knew that I was breaking the first commandment and that God is a jealous God.
Excuse me?!
She continued: "When you do yoga, you are worshiping false idols in every pose you do..."
I was so shocked. I'm absolutely positive that people in the medical profession aren't allowed to thrust any of their personal beliefs on patients!
Am I wrong? No.
Even so, I’ve always thought that it’s rude to impose any kind of beliefs on people. I’m a Catholic but I don’t tell people that the things they do or believe in are wrong. I think that people like that should really consider how offensive they can be and that it is the 21st century. NOT the dark ages.
I told her that I did yoga as a form of exercise and that I was there to have my health checked. If I wanted to be preached at I’ll go to church!
At the end of the consultation, she told me I have to have a blood test. I think she’s punishing me for worshiping Satan...
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
I hate it when...
...people think that what they do has no effect on you.
It doesn't mean that they're selfish in any way, they're just completely absorbed in what they do or feel that they don't realise the effect it can have on others.
Someone with an alcohol addiction often finds the solution to life's problems at the bottom of a bottle. They drink and drink and drink without seeing whats happening around them. Whats happening outside their addiction.
They think they are protecting their loved ones by trying to hide it without realising that its so easy to smell the last bottle of whiskey on their breath, along with the bloodshot eyes and the occasional slurring of sentences. Not even an excessive spray of deodorant or aftershave can hide whats been obvious for years.
The hardest thing is watching someone do that to themselves and not being able to do a thing to help.
They'll say that they are trying, but its so impossible to ignore or pretend that it isn't happening because the next chance they get they've got that precious treasure, newly bought and stuffed in the inside of their coat.
Its hard not having the courage to tell them that its devastating to see them like that. To tell them that you just want them to be happy again. To be the way they are when they're not drunk. The way they were before it all started.
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