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*pulls out an engagement ring for Motts, so he can marry me*

We have those in the theatre I work in....

I know this sledge hammer who could get those pannels out of there in a jiffy.

Looks like were I live....

*feels urge to marry Motts again*

A wonderful metaphor for the current healthcare system...

Yayyyyy! I bags top bunk! wait... private room? Damn. What if we promise to play nice?

Just in case you want to keep your razors safe from the doctors....

Bad News: If you feel like bashing your head in on sharp corners, it will not happen here.
Good News: All sorts of nasty lung dieseases are in store: Mesothelioma, Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, and Histoplasmosis. So forget the respitory masks and affixiate on mold and dust over an aganizingly long time!

*agree's with Tommeh!!!*

Excellent... most helpful. Gracias.

P.S.
Her lung is covered with mementos and memorabilia of her life. I could'nt find a "Star Fleet " life support technitians badge at the last Trek convention in OKC, but she thougt the shuttle pilot's badge appropriate.

Psych reports are always interesting stuff. I used to read some of the more interesting files my doctor kept on file back when I was an assistant MOA. I've tried to get a hold of what mine, but apparently they don't like releasing them to the patients.

*knows how to get past those fences, and has taught it to many a people on psych wards*

I have a friend in her fifties who must sleep in a lung. Her's was modified by her father and uncle so that she can push a switch and roll the cot in and out, and another switch to spread the foam collar open or release it so that she can get in and out by herself.
It is a fairly simple construction and wirining project for someone in the mechanical trades. I'm in the process of modifying the "collar buster" device to operate the spiral type collar since the foam ones are no longer available.