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Coming to visit your old friend via train? Here's where you'll end up. It's only about a 15 minute walk from my place, and there's a McDonald's in the ground floor for your retching convenience.
9/26/20. The NOCC fundraising walk was virtual but I decided to walk in Baker Park with my sister. I'd just gotten two chemo drugs three days earlier, but I thought I could manage, like, half a mile. Ha! I made it about two blocks before I almost collapsed. Vision changes and everything. She had to leave me on a bench and retrieve her car to come get me. Once I got home I retched in the toilet and then had to lie on my bed for ages.
9/26/20. The NOCC fundraising walk was virtual but I decided to walk in Baker Park with my sister. I'd just gotten two chemo drugs three days earlier, but I thought I could manage, like, half a mile. Ha! I made it about two blocks before I almost collapsed. Vision changes and everything. She had to leave me on a bench and retrieve her car to come get me. Once I got home I retched in the toilet and then had to lie on my bed for ages.
9/26/20. The NOCC fundraising walk was virtual but I decided to walk in Baker Park with my sister. I'd just gotten two chemo drugs three days earlier, but I thought I could manage, like, half a mile. Ha! I made it about two blocks before I almost collapsed. Vision changes and everything. She had to leave me on a bench and retrieve her car to come get me. Once I got home I retched in the toilet and then had to lie on my bed for ages.
Jim Yardley
On the worst days, the toxic stench wafting through the Genda Government Primary School is almost suffocating. Teachers struggle to concentrate, as if they were choking on air. Students often become lightheaded and dizzy. A few boys fainted in late April. Another retched in...
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Here, it's a beautiful day, I haven't spent much time with my fiancée over the past week, and as soon as we're up I says "I need to work on my Firstcups!"
See, with my current computer/camera set-up, I'm disciplining myself to only uploading and editing from my home machine. This is good because the interface is better. This is bad because I can't upload as frequently and when I am at home I tend not to want to sit in front of the computer. Perfectly natural right?
So with some two weeks worth of shots on my camera, I plugged everything in and waited for the download. Only at some point, iPhoto or the camera froze up. I said, "No problem" and disconnected the USB. Only, on this set-up, as opposed to my old one, that means all your photos get deleted.
It was like getting robbed all over again, only with 2 weeks worth of photos. Cold sweats, nervous retching. There's no way any number of arty black and white empty cup shots will make up for this. Totally awful.
I'm frantically searching around the internets for a photo recovery program, all of which cost money. I found one that would run a trial for free and after installing it, noticed that it was finding the lost images on my computer, and not on my camera. I put on my deerstalker and did a number of searches and eureka, there they were buried in my iphoto archives.
But all these hours spent freaking out means I didn't have more time to upload photos. Maybe next weekend.
Taken the same day, this is me in Roman in Birkenhead trying on a blue dress with flowery detail. Usually, whenever I’m in Birkenhead, I try stuff on in Next but they had nothing worth trying on, hence the reason why I darted into Roman. As for the title, well, it may be Christmas Eve but Christmas is a time of forced jollity really – it’s a time of sadness for me. I suppose that all started to set in when I was ten because I can remember saying to myself at the time, “I don’t want 1982 to carry on and I don’t wanna die. All these glitzy, happy-clappy Christmas ads just make me want to retch because, for some, that’s NOT what the festive season is. It’s fine when you’re a kid (and if you’ve got them) but, for some of us, it isn’t really the season to be jolly.
As for the original description, I have no idea because, two years ago on 28 March, the account I had under the name of Barbara Cortina was terminated by Flickr for violating their terms and guidelines, without a word of warning (which they can do by the way). Not only did I lose nearly 2500 photos but also their descriptions, not to mention 11-12 pages of favourites and people who I followed as Barbara Cortina. It'll take ages to build up what I have left because half the photos are gone forever.
As Barbara Cortina, I'm no longer allowed to have a Flickr account, because, apparently, I violated their terms and guidelines but did they tell me HOW I'd done that? No. Many of the photos (including most of those I took while at Haven Lodge) are gone forever because I didn't think to back them up by downloading the relevant folders – it was really crushing. Right at the end of March, the same thing happened again when another account I set up (under Barbara C this time) got terminated as well...also without warning for violating their terms and guidelines (which I never did). As a result, I lost 2447 images but this time THIRTY-ONE pages of favourites. Again, it's really fucking crushing.
NORTHRIDGE, CA - SEPTEMBER 06: Athena Retches [CQ] sits for a portrait for the Pride cover of The Sundial in the Photojournalism Lab photo studio on campus at Cal State University, Northridge in California State on Tuesday, Sept. 6, 2022 in Northridge, CA. (Taylor Arthur / For the Sundial )
NORTHRIDGE, CA - SEPTEMBER 06: Athena Retches [CQ] sits for a portrait for the Pride cover of The Sundial in the Photojournalism Lab photo studio on campus at Cal State University, Northridge in California State on Tuesday, Sept. 6, 2022 in Northridge, CA. (Taylor Arthur / For the Sundial )
9/26/20. The NOCC fundraising walk was virtual but I decided to walk in Baker Park with my sister. I'd just gotten two chemo drugs three days earlier, but I thought I could manage, like, half a mile. Ha! I made it about two blocks before I almost collapsed. Vision changes and everything. She had to leave me on a bench and retrieve her car to come get me. Once I got home I retched in the toilet and then had to lie on my bed for ages.
9/26/20. The NOCC fundraising walk was virtual but I decided to walk in Baker Park with my sister. I'd just gotten two chemo drugs three days earlier, but I thought I could manage, like, half a mile. Ha! I made it about two blocks before I almost collapsed. Vision changes and everything. She had to leave me on a bench and retrieve her car to come get me. Once I got home I retched in the toilet and then had to lie on my bed for ages.
"Woke up, fell out of bed, dragged a comb across my head..."
Crappy picture, but I was running late today because of being awoken at 2 a.m. by the sound of a retching dog. Good times...
NORTHRIDGE, CA - SEPTEMBER 06: Athena Retches [CQ] sits for a portrait for the Pride cover of The Sundial in the Photojournalism Lab photo studio on campus at Cal State University, Northridge in California State on Tuesday, Sept. 6, 2022 in Northridge, CA. (Taylor Arthur / For the Sundial )
NORTHRIDGE, CA - SEPTEMBER 06: Athena Retches [CQ] sits for a portrait for the Pride cover of The Sundial in the Photojournalism Lab photo studio on campus at Cal State University, Northridge in California State on Tuesday, Sept. 6, 2022 in Northridge, CA. (Taylor Arthur / For the Sundial )
Smoking can affect the body in monumental ways. Not everybody experiences the same symptoms. Guidelines some of the most common issues when smoking is stopped by a smoker with cold turkey methods.I-donot wake myself up in the days by coughing uncontrollably ending up retching along the way my
short but extremely sharp, paired with another killer bump - this has left me retching at the top after only a couple of kilometres of riding
The whole crew/staff was sent onstage after the Bollywood Show for a ridiculous rendition of "We Are The World" *insert retching sound here*
Spent a few days in shropshire visiting the elders.Crossed into Wales
a couple of times.These were laid for the judges at the judges
lodging www.judgeslodging.org.uk a very interesting slice of the
past. Poor William Morgan got done for pinching a duck. The
difference between the haves and the have not. Moving from the damp
cells up into the dock of the bright courtroom,one can only imagine
how retched prisoners must have felt.