He passed in 2000 at the age of 52. 😐

I loved watching him when I was growing up, but as adulthood and kids took over my life, he slipped away. Thanks for the memory!

The dark side of massage therapy? People like to joke about “happy endings” at questionable spas, but chances are the “employees” are victims of human trafficking.

As a hospice worker, I’d have to say the number of family members that withhold comfort medications from patients. We have steps in place for households with substance abuse concerns, so this isn’t an issue of someone taking their meds. This is people accusing us of trying to knock out the patient or outright kill them when we recommend pain or anxiety meds. No, we’re not recommending morphine so we can make our job easier, we’re recommending it because the patient is writhing in pain, has difficulty breathing, and screams out when you touch them. I sometimes wonder if the patient was abusive to the person caring for them earlier in life, and this is how they’re getting back at them.

It’s not supposed to be dark yellow, so I’m guessing better hydrated.

I swear to God he’s the first person that came to mind, and here it’s currently the first post - thank you for reminding me that he’s still alive!

The line is blocked between 2-3, so 3,6,&7 don’t get anything.

Our bodies aren’t 100% efficient when it comes to nutrient absorption anyway, so considering there’s a number of other factors at play, it’s probably making minimal difference.

When we eat, the food added to our stomachs signals the large intestine (colon) to get a move on and make room for incoming food. Caffeine can help stimulate this response, but since most nutrient absorption occurs in the small intestine, we’re not really losing anything of value. There is some absorption in the colon, but that’s mostly water being removed so we can have formed stools instead of chronic diarrhea.

As someone who has experienced decades of poverty and chronic depression who is now finally in a more stable place, I’d be willing to trade certain other body parts if it meant I could have a do over on my teeth. As long as the pain isn’t life long, I’d get over it.

I’m self conscious about the way my mouth moves when I talk, how I smile or laugh (whether or not it’s worth the risk) and even how I chew. I’d be willing to be a test subject, because God knows what they’d charge if it works.

More that quicksand exists in known areas, people haven’t randomly offered me drugs, and thankfully I’ve managed to not have an accident involving fire.

But sink holes? Those fuckers open up wherever the hell they damn please and when they feel like it. Do I dwell on it daily? Of course not, but living in the Midwest my level of concern over sink holes is less than tornadoes, but definitely greater than quicksand.

When I was a child I thought my adult life would consist of avoiding quicksand, people offering me free drugs, and that at some point I would need to stop, drop, and roll.

As an adult instead I’ve developed the healthier fear that the earth would open up and swallow me into a crushing wet abyss. I know it’s only reported to have happened to that one guy who was sleeping and his bedroom disappeared, but that it happened once is confirmation that I could be next! 🫣