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I was sick at home all day today so I am a little late posting. I am feeling a little better now, though more dependent on ibuprofen than I would like to be. I hope everyone is well.
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This is quite an impressive and massive facade. As best I can tell the building is now a mix of things. It was built in the early 1950s, apparently as a power station for Boots. I'd like to find out more about this, the main Boots manufacturing site is several miles away but they did have a research campus nearby where ibuprofen was invented or example.
A cycle lane is being installed in this photo on the right.
Cosmic Symbol camera
Kentmere 100 film
Lab develop & scan
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ibuprofen in one drop from a medical syringe
Ibuprofen in einem Tropfen aus einer medizinischen Spritze
After reading about a unique waterfall located within what was described as a slot canyon less than 90 minutes from home, I knew I had to see it for myself.
Directions ended with: "At the end of the trail, follow the manway (unofficial trail) up, around the first waterfall, climb a small rock wall, and hike the remainder of the way to the next falls in the streambed". This translated into: Geezers like me will be sore the next day and will need to make an offering of a full dose of Ibuprofen to the trail gods.
Bailey Falls is located near Greeneville, TN in Cherokee National Forest, past Margarette Falls on the West Fork Dry Creek and is further divided into an upper and lower falls. The lower falls are shown here, with the top of the upper falls visible here as the first drop. The Lower Falls are 20 feet in height and the canyon section surrounding the plunge pool being perhaps 8 feet in width. With the rhododendrons overhanging the canyon from both sides it had a cave-like appearance. What it lacks in size it makes up for in beauty. There is only here. There is only now, and it is good. Off Trail Zen.
Cowboy down at the Lucky E rodeo, which ironically is just behind a saloon called "Cowboy Up"! Broadalbin, NY. Pentax and Tamron gear.
macro monday: Medications...some Ibuprofen and Naproxen...needed to take this on and off this year after a broken wrist during the summer. One of our kittens kept trying to grab at them so I was a little bit limited on time for the setup
Paracetamol & Ibuprofen, two common medications against pain and inflammations.
(Ibuprofen here in a liquid cap)
#MacroMondays #SingleUse
the cure for many a pain! good luck swallowing it a second time! 😮
(Photo taken with a Rodenstock 105mm f/4 APO-Rodagon N Enlarging Lens for 6x9cm film...on bellows and a Sony A7lll)
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For a while, you can’t quite believe this thing has happened. The absolute horror of it was something there were no words for. It seemed utterly impossible, like a natural disaster that lasts for multiple years that was somehow chosen again purposefully or like a whole country choosing an abuser and giving him ultimate power over all of us.
I didn’t know if I was ever going to even post a photo again. I didn’t sleep on the night of the election and I still had to go to work the next day. I have to be stronger than I actually am. I have to at least pretend in a way that might garner an Oscar performance as the main protagonist in the ongoing story of my life. Because, I feel like I am falling apart. The first student I saw on Wednesday morning was a fifth grader who I know was very hopeful Kamala would win. I couldn’t speak because I was so emotional but gave her a hug instead. Now, she’s growing up in a world where she will have no body autonomy. It is so hard to process the election when you are in front of others and have to function as if the world is still in a full state of rotation.
I took two Ibuprofen PM on Wednesday night so that I could fall asleep and, on Thursday, when I initially woke up, it was like my brain was in a bit of a fog and forgot all about what happened. As if, maybe it was all just a passing night terror. And then, it hit me all over again and it was somehow even worse that day. Like, when you find yourself distracted by something beautiful and then you quickly remember the overall reality right now that you are faced with. I managed to put my clothes on and then started weeping into my coffee before biking to work.
I feel sorry for my students the most. For the past few yeas, I have felt so terrible about climate change in the world and how it is changing and now we have someone in office who will do far more damage in this and other respects. His first plans are to abolish the Department of Education and the FDA. Environmental protections will fall by the wayside. Medicare will be privatized. Money for people with disabilities will be cut or eliminated and birth control will either be eliminated or very expensive and hard to get depending on where you live. Forget about human rights for those who are transitioning genders or who are nonbinary. He is of a limited mind and feels strongly that there are only two genders in existence (despite many centuries across the world of multiple genders). He plans on even deporting the citizens who may have voted for him. These are his actual plans in writing and he controls all three branches of our government *and* has declared he now has a mandate. So, I really don’t feel I am over-reacting. In fact, I was told I was over-reacting the first time he was in office and that Roe v. Wade would never be overturned. So, I guess maybe my fears are pretty realistic. I also want to be clear that I will not entertain any right wing, pro-Trump fascist comments on here. If you are in that category, your viewpoints are harmful to people I care about and now you are the ones in power. When you have respect for others, that means you don’t wish for policies that do extreme damage to their lives and vote for politicians to act out all of your fears, hatred, and ignorance. If you voted for Trump, I already know what your opinions are and they are responsible for destroying my county. We’ve let a group of famous billionaires (we all knew enough about to be cautious) join forces to define policies that will control us and I doubt the price of groceries will go down any time, either.
I’m going to try to write a little bit each day on my life experiences from now on. I don’t expect others to care or read it. If you do, that’s ok. If you don’t, you’re busy. Some days, it might be more about a film I’ve watched, a book I’m reading, a dream I’ve had or what music I have been listening to and how that is affecting me. Other days, it might just be a poem. There might be days I am just too devastated to lift my head up and navigate an unwieldy language around incomprehensible things. I have been encouraged by someone in my family to figure out a way to fly under the radar so to speak in terms of my strong opinions. This is the opposite of that and I carry this forward with a sense of anxiety yet also human responsibility. I have been so depressed I am not sure there is anything left in this world worth living for but I am definitely not going to live out whatever time I have left being silent.
Note: the above title is from a Mission of Burma song that you can listen to here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=kvU5XEJmn0A
The lyrics seem very relevant:
genius.com/Mission-of-burma-fame-and-fortune-lyrics
The fortune cookie saying was from one of my favorite restaurants in Chicago called Yummy Yummy in Lakeview. The restaurant has a Vegetarian menu and many delicious options and is not as expensive as so many others these days.
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Didn’t it get cold back in December. Here’s a photo much more about the conditions than a composition piece. Although the scale is lost in the photo those icicles were over 6 feet long. We are now having a normal winter, wet and windy, the sort of weather I struggle in, more so at the moment as I’m suffering with an aching right hip that likes to travel down the leg. I’ve suffered from this aliment periodically all my adult life. When I was 18 I was told it was growing pains, into my thirty’s and forty’s I started to suspect they were wrong, now in my Sixties I’m sure of it. A bout of this pain would last a few days which I treated with Ibuprofen, but over the last week the pain killers are not shifting it. Last night was the worst I hardly got any sleep the only relief I got was to lye on it, lying on my back was a no no. Still it should be gone in a few days time and I’ve got the dentist to look forward too, tomorrow! I hate the dentist, I always leave in a bad temper as I have this feeling of personal space abuse. Stupid really as I ask them to fiddle in my mouth. It’s OK if I’m suffering with toothache I’m grateful of the relief but in this case the pain I was suffering when I made the appointment has disappeared. I’m only preserving with the appointment as it’s been a while since I had a check up and getting to seeing a dentist now is like hen’s teeth. Another human resource impact of brexit, always milage in having a dig at that disastrous decision. Anyhow he’s hoping for another picturesque winter period before it’s over.
We went to the sequoias. I baby wore despite my back spasms. Lots of ibuprofen, heating pads, and my trip to the chiropractor made it possible. Yay. We saw big big trees and a bear. A deer watched us eat our picnic. It was good.
Tomorrow I turn 29.
I am supposed to be at the Stevie Wonder concert in Hyde Park with my youngest Phoebe, however I woke up this morning and walked down the cottage garden as a Combine Harvester was enveloped in dust and a beautiful sunrise so I just had to get a photo, instead I trod barefoot on a Hornet ripping the head off a bee! I have never felt pain like this, like an electric shock from my foot to my neck! I now have a comedy foot a bit like the hobbit's but not so hairy, high on Co-codamol, antihistamines and ibuprofen and my foot in a bucket of iced water we sent Phoebe up to London with her best friend who loves Stevie Wonder, livid!
for 365 and FGR invades O Jumps!
something is up with the sky on this and the edit made it all whack and I can decide if it's really there or it's just my eyes going all crossed because I've had one too many ibuprofen today.
pretty sure it's the former, but I would rather the later.
because from here it looks like I did a crappy masking job and I swear, that's not the case. LOL
at any rate, hi!
I jumped for FGR.
thanks.
bye.
**ETA: you know what, it must be dust. This hill is grass and then you go down the other side and it's a big dirt field and the wind was blowing something fierce, so maybe it's a big thing of dust moving past? That's all I can come up with. Whatever.
I was telling my little friend here I wanted to take her picture but I could only stand for a bit because I tripped going into our son's home yesterday as the step up from the landing is higher than normal and it caught my shoe resulting in a face plant with both my knees hitting the hardwood floor squarely and smartly.
Nothing is broken as I can walk -just slowly. I have arthritis in both my knees from an injury sustained many years ago in a motor vehicle accident where a drunk driver hit my car and flipped it with myself and five children in the car - luckily no fatal injuries to any of us at that time. All I can say is thank heavens for "weed cream", ice, and ibuprofen.
I hope you know how much I appreciate your visit here to my page and any comments that you may leave. I may not get back to you all right away but I will try to as quick as I am able.
"That day, that day
I lay down beside myself
In this feeling of pain, sadness
Scared, small, climbing, crawling
Towards the light
And it’s all I see and
I’m tired and I’m right
And I’m wrong
And it’s beautiful"
*N.I.
On the Appalachian Trail, Gaylordsville, Connecticut.
A few weeks ago we had a day of high winds in western Connecticut and because this area is pretty rocky and trees aren't deeply rooted, wind can uproot and knock over even very large and old trees.
The section of Appalachian trail between the New York/Connecticut border and Bull's Bridge is called "Ten Mile Hill" and it's a very nice four mile hike. The recent wind took down over 20 large trees on this section and we had a big crew of "sawyers" and "swampers" to clean it up. It was a lot of work and I was pretty sore when I got home (nothing beer and ibuprofen won't fix).
Toward the end of the day I took a few shots of a nice reflection on a small swamp. I was so tired my hands were shaking and I was pretty sure none of the shots would turn out but thankfully a few did.
it's days like these that i am grateful i dropped way too much money on a good camera so even shitty photos look nice. i know this is half-assed. i sincerely apologize.
i almost didn't take my 365 today.. i had no motivation to do anything (like it's 3 AM right now but since i haven't slept yet i feel like it still counts). i was in a foul mood yesterday and skipped taking my anti-depressants so i was essentially the main character of alexander and the terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad day for the past 24 hours. maybe subconsciously i was just curious to see if they actually did something, or was feeling angry that i supposedly need them, i don't know, but i totally forgot about it again today ... and then the idea of having to make a peanut butter sandwich suddenly made me so desperately furious and unhappy that it occurred to me that i hadn't felt that way since early spring. guess i have my answer now...? good to know. i s'pose.
anyway. this is what has been giving me a massive amount of trouble over the past few days... cable knitting. i'm a left-handed knitter, but didn't realize you have to switch the front or back suspension notation in patterns (actually, i was reading a chart, which is even more annoying). so yeah... my work had all these holes in it, and it was backwards, and looked stupid.... and i was about to give up until i realized that things tend to come out backwards if you don't screw with them in the world of left-handed knitting. so, bingo. problem was solved. but man, i hate losing 2 days of working time when i need to get this done within the next week or so...
Well, here I am again. After a flood, multiple medical issues and a possibly fractured kneecap, I'm hanging in there! The knee brace is hidden nicely in this pic. I took a flop full force on my knee on the hard terrazzo floor. It's been nearly 2 weeks and it isn't healing as quickly as I'd like, but I've been able to walk and work, so the Ibuprofen gets me through.
I hope everyone is doing well. I've been off here for so long that I need to get back into the routine of Flickr again, but so much has been going on that I don't expect it will ever occupy as much of my life as it once did. I've missed everyone, though.
Till next time, best wishes and God bless!
Ibuprofen is a medication in the nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drug class that is used for treating pain, fever, and inflammation. Ibuprofen was discovered in 1961 by Stewart Adams and John Nicholson while working at Boots UK Limited and initially marketed as Brufen.
(for the moderators - 1 pill is 1/4 inch so overall we need 12 pills from end to end so it fits in the parameters of MM)
#Macromondays #Medical
(photo with a APO-Rodagon-N 105mm F1:4, Enlarger lens on 3 inch bellows)
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To relieve headache pain, dab a drop or two of thyme or rosemary essential oil on each temple and on your forehead. Rub gently into the skin, then sit quietly for several minutes to let these natural headache remedies work. In a 2010 study, researchers discovered that thyme and rosemary oils contain carvacrol, a substance that acts as a COX-II inhibitor, much like nonsteroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, such as ibuprofen, do.. HMM
I have had the same dreams many times, it haunts my mind.
It starts with a life but it ends every time.
Oh so many faces that this world will never see.
A reason for your life but your heart will never be.
May our tears fall down,
Let them soften this ground.
May our hearts be found.
God forgive us now...
Oh, what have we lost because we chose, we'll never know.
And loving you is better than feeling alone.
All our claims to freedom have become these heavy chains,
And in the name of rights we keep filling nameless graves.
Let the tears fall down,
Let them soften this ground.
Let our hearts be found.
God forgive us now...
(Tears Fall - Barlowgirl)
I think I'm coming down with something. For the past few days, my throat has been really sore, and now my nose is getting stuffy. :p Its not to bad if I take ibuprofen and stuff. I just hope I get better soon :)
Thoughts?
A 1940s-themed dance was scheduled to take place at Falcon Field in Mesa on Saturday evening, March 15. I had looked forward to this event for weeks and planned to attend it with my wife; however, Sheila was ill and unable to attend, so she told me to go by myself. The flyer announcing the event, which was posted at the Fred Astaire studio, did not indicate what time it was scheduled to begin, and Sheila needed our car until after 8:00. Thus, when I arrived at about 9:30, I was surprised to learn that the whole thing had started nearly six hours previously, at 4:00 in the afternoon.
I had told my wife when I left that evening that I hoped to come home happy, but with sore feet. The party was already starting to wind down when I arrived, but despite having missed the lion's share of it, the next two hours were the most fun I had had in quite some time. The dance was USO-themed, so I wore my Marine uniform to it and fit right in; and with the combination of dancing, history, and aircraft, to say nothing of uniforms galore, this was my kind of event indeed. With the exception of Miss Amanda Lee, who was present with her parents until shortly after 10:00, I didn't recognize a single familiar face there. I spent perhaps my first half hour chatting with Amanda and her mother, and I did get to dance once with Amanda, the first time I have ever done so. (Actually, I danced with her 1-1/2 times, since I also gave her a brief bolero lesson in the presence of both of her parents.)
I am very shy around people I don't know, so after Amanda left I tried to work up enough nerve to get involved in what I went there to do in the first place. I asked myself what Angie would want me to do if she were there now, and the answer was pretty obvious, so I didn't belabor it. FInally, the emcee made things much easier for me by asking for a show of hands by whomever wanted to do a rumba. Among those who raised their hands was a Japanese woman about ten feet away from me; and with this excuse in hand, I set to work. I ended up dancing enough to get a bit of a workout.
The companion image to this one fills in some gaps I am intentionally leaving in this story. This picture was taken by Laura, the young woman on the left in the companion photo. I stood at parade rest next to the "Sentimental Journey," a B-17G bomber which appears elsewhere in my photostream, and assumed as stern a countenance as I could muster as Laura started to snap away. (She got a couple of pictures of me smiling, but I liked this one far better.) I didn't realize until I saw this picture the next day that my tie was out of place, so I'm afraid I fell a little short in the spit-and-polish department. When I saw this picture, I thought of General Patton and the "war face" he would practice for hours and hours in front of the mirror. He complained that it didn't come to him naturally. I am in no way warlike, and yet I'm the one who has the "war face" Patton might have envied. Life just ain't fair, is it? (Incidentally, earlier that evening, Amanda had posed next to this bomber, wearing a swimsuit and looking for all the world just like Betty Grable, which was, of course, the whole idea. I deeply regret that Amanda wasn't there to stand next to me in her swimsuit as I posed for this shot and tried my darndest to maintain that stern facial expression.)
If the Marine uniform looks familiar to my viewers, there is a reason, which can be explained in connection with another image in my photostream.
Laura e-mailed me this and several other images the following day, and I am posting two of them on Flickr. I had a wonderful evening attending this event, and I think Angie would be proud of me, both for attending it and being active out on the dance floor once I got there. When I arrived home shortly after midnight, Sheila asked me if I had had fun, but I thought the look on my face probably said everything she really needed to know, so I simply responded to her question with another one, which made her laugh. "Is the Pope Catholic?"
I had accomplished both of my goals, by the way. I limped into our bedroom like an old man, took some ibuprofen, and spread some Ben-Gay on my feet before turning in for the night. Sheila told me that with that limp, I reminded her of Festus. :-)
South Health Campus YYC
Common sense!
I'm fully vaccinated and boosted. No, I don't know "what's in it".
Neither this vaccine nor the ones I had as a child. Nor do I know
what's in the 11 secret herbs and spices at KFC. I also don't know
exactly what's in Ibuprofen or any other painkiller-- they just treat
my headaches & my pains. I don't know what's in tattoo ink, botox and
fillers, or every ingredient in my soap, shampoo or deodorants. I
don’t know the long term effect of mobile phone use, or whether or not
that restaurant I just ate at REALLY used clean foods and washed their
hands.
There's a lot of things I don't know.
I do know one thing: life is short. Very short. And, I personally
still want to do things. I want to travel and hug people without fear
and, I want to return to and enjoy the feeling of life "before Covid".
Throughout my life I've been vaccinated against many diseases:
Measles, mumps, rubella, polio, chickenpox, hepatitis, influenza,
tetanus. We trusted the science, and never had to suffer through or
transmit any of those said diseases.
I'm vaccinated. Not because I’m a sheep or to please the government.
Not to make other people do it.
But, I don't want to:
* die from Covid-19
* take up a hospital bed if I get sick - Amen!
* not be able to hug my loved ones
* not be able to travel & enjoy events
* live my life in fear
Can't say it any clearer. I'm vaccinated for me and I wear a mask for you!
Thank You
Paul Mageau
My 6 yr old son fractured his elbow while playing at the airport in Incheon, Korea during their layover on the way to Chicago from the Philippines. They x-rayed it, put it in a splint, gave him some Ibuprofen and cleared him to fly. It was so swollen when he got here and it was put in a cast the next day. The doctor said no outside play for a while. But how do you do that when it's warm outside. He was out riding his bike with a cast and playing baseball 2 weeks after it happened. Kids will be kids.
(012/366) My first "proper" walk of the year, along the South East Greenway on 4th January, unfortunately resulted in very swollen knees, my left one particularly so. The day after I could barely walk upstairs. Crouching down to light the fire, I feared my kneecap would pop out when I stood up. I still can't kneel but the swelling is subsiding with a combination of Ibuprofen, Etoflam gel & gentle mobilisation.
It was my own fault, I hadn't walked purposefully like that for possibly 3 months, what with caring for Martin, crappy weather & Christmas (the list of excuses is a long one 😂) So walking enthusiastically whist chatting to my friends, 3 miles in 50 mins, down & back along the tarmacked greenway (in not very suitable trainers) was not one of my better ideas. You live & learn.
Last week I splurged & bought these walking shoes online in the Regatta sale; very comfy, waterproof & with proper support in the soles. I have walked along the greenway with my friends since, but at a much slower pace with no ill effects.
Some upbeat music on this freezing cold winter's day HMMM!
Bianca Bender floods both wounds well with the saline wiping at each of the GSW's in turn checking for bleeding seeing some seepage still she'd tear open a quick clot and apply the material to each wound letting it sit and do it's job as she looks back up at Dazy, "100MG of liquid Ibuprofen, and the sedative...lets keep this Tom calm shall we?" she'd turn and grabbing up a surgical kit cracking it open she'd pull out the scalpel and forceps and leaving the quick clot in place she'd begin to excise the wounds of bullet fragments, murrls to Dazy, "I think he'll do...the fluids going in, and the quick clot will stop the bleeding soon enough...he's healthy he'll regenerate nicely." she'd continue to pluck fragments they ping lightly as they are dropped into the metal tray at the edge of the bed.
Iohannes Crispien's hand would lightly clast Bails'. It would be rather weak grip, as he was pretty much passing out now.
Bianca Bender frowns seeing Ioh's breathing is rather labored, she'd pull the mask up and around cranking the oxygen up to 2L and strap the mask over his face as well.
Bailey Longcloth gives his hand a light squeeze, she'd lean down and whisper to him before he passes out
Catherine Saiman watches the proceedures with a steeled expression, silent as the grave.
Bailey Dazy's ears pin back as she goes to grab the dosages Bianca ordered for Ioh's IV. She flushes his IV line with what seems like a cocktail of drugs, but a big cat like him needs a heavy dosage. When she's done she presses a few buttons on the med-bed screen (down by the foot of the bed) and the bed begins to audibly monitor and share Ioh's vital signs.
Iohannes Crispien would softly purr at hearing Bails' soft whispering voice. He'd cough slightly as his purr ran out of breath
Shoveled another three inches of snow off the driveway this morning. Best winter in over 20 years! I love it! Now where did I put that ibuprofen?
I passed by this turquoise glacial lake between Mt. Abbot (left) and Mt. Gabb (right) on day 9 of the Sierra High Route, an off-trail backpack trip that roughly parallels the John Muir Trail but remains at higher altitude and crosses more rugged terrain. Both Gabb and Abbot are over 13,700 ft (~4200 m).
By this point in the hike, my ankles were in a lot of pain. I had never before had ankle problems, but hours of jumping from boulder to boulder with a heavy pack per day was just too much. During this day, I consumed something like five Iburprofen in order to remain functional. I considered stopping at the pass and setting up camp there, which would let my ankles rest but dropped me behind schedule for the trip. In the end, I pressed on another couple miles to Lake Italy, limping heavily as I arrived. I rested for the night, hoping my ankles would be alright the next day. I nearly fell over in pain when I hoisted my pack that morning, which was the inspiration I needed to abort the trip. That day I proceeded to hike 13 miles, gained 2000 and lost 5800 vertical feet, and consumed eight Ibuprofen on my journey back to civilization. Over the course of the trip, I hiked a bit over 100 miles, mostly off-trail.
This summer I will return and finish the Sierra High Route.
I *think* I might be on the mend. It might even be a Christmas miracle! :-)
I did take an over-the-counter antacid from my friend Charlie as a preemptive strike, and perhaps it worked. Or perhaps I'm getting better, finally, and it really was some kind of virus.
Whatever it was, I felt pretty good today. Only a few minor pangs and one severe headache that actually responded to ibuprofen. Other than that, a lovely day with good friends, fantastic food, and lots and lots of love.
Who could ask for more?
I hope whatever you did today was just as wonderful or better.
xo
Eleanore was up nearly all night with what started out as allergies. The winds were insane yesterday, and we spent the afternoon outside flying a kite. Christopher had just cut the grass, along with half of everyone else in the neighborhood. I felt the pressure in my face as soon as I took a breath through my nose. Luckily, I'm on clariton, and take a cocktail of sudafed and ibuprofen to help with the suffering. Little Eleanore, however, doesn't understand what shes feeling, and doesn't know how to tell us when shes uncomfortable. Instead, like most 2 year olds, she gets cranky. We as parents sometimes forget to look past the crankiness, and let the underlying cause slide past us. At 2am we loaded her up on childrends tylenol in hopes of easing her pain. It must have helped, because we didn't hear much from her until I got her out of bed this morning. Her face was covered in ickies, so I treated her to a goodmorning bath while baby brother napped in his bassinet. It was nice, and made her feel much better I'm sure. Now shes being spoiled with Rainbow Brite dvds and frosting covered waffles for breakfast. It looks like the allergies have already taken a turn for the worse, and a trip to the doctor might be in order. Sinus infections are no fun. Poor little lady. She can watch all the Carebears she wants today. Promise.
4.6.09.
España es el segundo país del mundo que más medicinas consume, después de Francia. Dieta mediterranea; desayuno omeprazol, almuerzo tranquimacin, comida Ibuprofeno, merienda paracetamol, cena lorazepam.
Ibuprofeno para una tarde de dolor de cabeza....aunque ahora tomo Migrax =P
si alguien conoce algo mas fuerte, no dude en decirmelo ...porfa....
for Smile on Saturday
I have been racking my brain trying to think of something for this theme, and then, suddenly, here it is!! I have been suffering yet another migraine today, and have dosed myself up, so I feel rubbish!
I was very impressed when I visited a specialist in a neurology clinic - he must have spent the best part of an hour explaining to me all about how migraines appear to work - about neurotransmitters, and their receptors, and how when we take drugs, they latch onto the receptors, blocking the pain pathway, but then the brain makes more receptors, so we need to take more of the drug - and so on. It then becomes easy to keep the cycle going, as with many an addiction! So now, I must only take one tablet and if the headache returns, I can take soluble paracetamol and ibuprofen - and it seems to help! I am so grateful to that lovely doctor who took the time to explain it all to me so that I understood!
Image made for the Macro Mondays group's January 5 theme, "Medications."
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The pains of a bricklayer !! back ache !!
Loved the reflection of the tablets on the cup on this one
Having travelled up from Devon to record the Cumbrian Hoovers Railtour the locations had to be a bit special.
I was in renowned company. My friend Richie B and meeting for the first time, World famous local photographer Dave McDigital.
Between us we had two dodgy knees and a dodgy hip.
When i suggested this location I had no idea what was entailed in reaching this spot. Dave suggested extra ibuprofen would be required.
By the time we reached base camp we were all puffing like a small herd of wildebeest and wishing we had gone to Garsdale as Richard first suggested.
We sat and surveyed the view and wondered what the chances of a dash of sunshine were. God teased us with a few bright spells but on this occasion we payed for the sins of our ancestors.
So....first shot in the bag. 50049 + 50007 looking rather magnificent with a rake of blue grey Mk2s.
You could not make this up. After being stung by a Hornet on my foot and my foot blowing up like a balloon I stayed at home today whilst the girls went into Sandwich. I sat at the bottom of the cottage garden, two chairs pushed together to keep my foot elevated, I took some Ibuprofen and Piriton and found a book on the bookshelf to read. Within five minutes of settling down I was stung on the other side, big toe by a wasp who then for no reason chased up the garden into the house, WTF!
Ruffy was "helping" me pot the flowers. She's my moral support. :-))
Spent the whole day yesterday potting a bunch of flowers! They brighten up the yard so much. :-)
Today, I was going to try to finish, but I can't even move! Not even after the 2 ibuprofen kicked in. LOL. Sooo, I'm taking the day (or two) off.
p.s. I took lots of pictures!