You DON'T get to teach yourself how to: Drive manual "stick" Wire and/or route electricity Spin a lathe Deliver a baby.
Yea, as I'm, um, maturing, I'm seeing the flip side of the coin with the kids thing. My oldest brother use to be really boring and his life was very grey and repetitive. Now that he's had the girls he seems much more enthusiastic about things and he's getting out and doing stuff with them. For him, they've been great. I saw it once really vividly in my SIL's eyes. She was sitting there playing with my niece, and I could almost see the dopamine flowing, I saw real joy in her eyes and in her fact. I see that part too when I coach. I see some fathers with their sons on the ice and I see them really enjoying it. What I was referring to earlier was more the whole physical nature of having a kid, not the reasons as to why. Being pregnant etc all seems really physically demanding.
Yes, you can help. I had to do 8 weeks of ObGyn as a medstudent. You can help your lady by holding her hand/wiping the sweat/talking her down, or you can come on down to the trenches and help the team by holding one of her legs up while she pushes (we will love you forever, those legs are HEAVY). But that was about as much we'd let them do at a tertiary center with mostly high-risk births. It may be different in small hospitals, but we wouldn't actually let dads be the ones right up front, because there are certain ways you have to twist the baby to help it come out, and certain points where you can apply pressure to make it easier. Also, newborn babies are incredibly slippery. I'd expect some of the dads to drop them by accident. Some people view birth as a family event. Especially younger girls had their moms, grandmas, mothers-in-law, and sometimes older siblings in the room. Yes, the siblings of the baby being born. A lot of people were taking pictures all throughout. Even in C-sections we'd have most dads excitedly taking pictures of their wife's open belly, as the surgical team is trying to pry the bloody baby out of her. Our hospital policy is that the placenta gets sent to pathology and then disposed of, so nobody actually got theirs, but I assume there would be people who would like to have it, to bury it or ... shudder... My favorite part were the women who hired a doula. The woman in labor would be, you know, in labor, we'd be holding her legs and telling her to push, and the doula was just running around yelling things like :"YOU ARE A QUEEN!" I certainly left that rotation thinking that perhaps I am the one that is weird. I also learned the answer to a question I probably did not want to know - how do morbidly obese people (not regular obese, I'm talking, you have to lift the pannus that hangs down to the knees to even expose the private parts) manage to get pregnant? Well, one of my classmates asked a couple, and the answer is Spoiler they asked their neighbours to help. The wife laid on the kitchen table, the neighbours were using broomsticks to hold her multiple panni up and the husband went to town. We did not ask how many tries it took, but that is dedication, and those are some good neighbours.
I thought parenting would be a snap, because I watched Loony Tunes as a kid and simply thought a drunk stork would deliver your gorilla-child to you. That was slightly off.
This is good advice. It should be on a shirt. Not because it's funny but because people are stupid and try these things.
I'm sure there are YouTube videos to help with all of those. If not, Google it. Save tons of money. I had a woman tell me yesterday how bad gluten is for you as she smoked a cigarette. Several of them in fact. And then told me how to work out and flexed her arm. It was....rather interesting.
Yes, electricity is lots of fun. When it charbroils OTHER people's souls and not ours. Never, EVER think you can route electricity out of a book. And electricity is the one thing you can't become "immune" to in any way. A boxer can take a punch more and more through practice, nobody can "stand up" to electricity. Back to our friend, the fence: NSFW
Electricity is nothing to fuck around with, but no one can learn to take a punch to the head. Each concussion gets progressively worse and worse, your body never toughens up to that. Hard to believe back in the day people accepted being "punch drunk".
I remember playing rugby and everyone laughing when someone got their "bell rung" and staggered back to the opposing team's sideline, clearly out of it.
Come on, that's a great workout. It's a compound lift and the lack of grip means you work out your hand strength. Worth mentioning here that one of the docs that I work with has seen a horse speculum used on an actual surgery. It was originally in the attending's office as a joke, given as a gift from a veterinarian. And lo and behold, they were going through a surgery, couldn't find a speculum big enough... so she sent someone up to her office, had the speculum put through sterilization, and voila. She's also seen people's panni lifted up on hooks connected to the ceiling. Sexy.
Take the NopeTrain to Fuckthatshitville son. edit: If you're remotely interested in things like this - the Games are on ESPN2 and winding down. Froning may not win this year. If he does - cyborg status locked.
Doctors say looking at busty women for 10 minutes a day is good for your health Ladies, I know you want healthy TIBer's...please do your part: Boobie Thread & Bikini Thread
swimsuit edition Did she tell you this yesterday while you were at the pool, taking pictures in your bikini? Because I believe promises were made.
1) I kind of think the creepiest part of all this is his mouth at the very beginning - it does not seem to be open in a natural manner. 2) What the hell is up with those flakes - most of them look dark green.
Re: swimsuit edition Okay, see, it was a weird day. I was the only one in a suit! For like 10 minutes because no one else put theirs on! So it was me just sitting there making conversation and then I'm like, soooooo, I think I'm gonna go change. And did I promise? Or say I'll try? Because I'm thinking it was the latter. You know how hard it is to take a selfie in that situation? These people were all teachers or worked at the school. Y'all should homeschool your kids. Seriously. My sister drank 14 beers! 14! I'm bloated just thinking about it. And I left at 6 and she was still going strong. I was shocked when I saw her as she had put on quite a bit of weight. And then after downing all those beers it all made sense to me. Overall, it wasn't as much fun as I was hoping. I'd do a sad face here if I could. Just joking, I don't do that. Edit because I forgot: Currer--I thought the same thing. I tried to check the box to see what the hell they were pouring down his throat. Gross.