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How would they follow up blood clots? Either you have them or you don't. Usually, after your first clotting episode, they do tests for clotting problems, but what else would they do? I have a diagosed clotting problem. I've had a pulmonary embolus and more DVT's than I care to think about. I'm on lifelong anticoagulation. I know my hematologist very well. If I even have a colonoscopy, they take special precautions. To me, that's the followup for blood clots. You don't want it if you don't need it.

As a little kid, I used to do errands and chores for the neighbors for pocket money. When I got 75 cents, I used to love to go downtown to Newberry's and get an order of french fries and a ginger ale at the lunch counter. The waitresses were all middle-aged ladies in waitress uniforms with white nurse shoes

That sounds terrific - next time I will use that recipe

When you are curing the salmon, you can add some booze - not too much. I have always used gin or vodka but I've seen recipes that call for brandy or bourbon, even scotch. So I decided to try cognac and it was excellent.

What kind of booze do you cure it with? The last time I made it, I used cognac and it was just great. Now I want to try bourbon. Two of our oldest friends love smoked salmon - with them it's a food group. I served the gravlax cured with cognac and it knocked their socks off - they couldn't stop eating it. I had also invested in a nice slicer so I was able to cut it in paper-thin slices.

I like to make gravlax and serve it in small portions with a sweet mustard sauce, capers and red onion and thin-sliced pumperickel or black bread.

Not long ago, I had one screw me. He wasn't a pro - more like a guy who is monetizing his sex life. He hit me up on IG, saying right up front that he was a sex worker. I never met him in person, so I don't know if his pics were real, but it they were he was very much my kind of guy - Latin, muscles, hairy chest, beard. He wanted payment upfront, which I have never encountered, but I thought, "why not?" His fee was only going to be 200.00 for an open-ended session. First he wanted me to use cashapp to pay him. My bank won't accept charges from offshore payment processors, so that was a no go. Then he suggested Paypal and I said "great," and sent him 200.00. He kept telling me that he hadnt received the money. I called Paypal and they said "no, the money was deposited into his account." I was beginning to tire of the whole thing, so I told him he would have to work it out at his end because the money had already been paid from my account and I was done. I told him to email me if he located the funds and we could schedule a date. So that's it - not very dramatic.

I see them on menus. I'm tempted to order them but haven't taken the plunge. I don't like lamb that tastes like lamb. Every now and again, I encounter lamb that doesn't have that obnoxious lamb taste - it's tender and sweet wthout THAT taste. When I encounter it, I think "Why can't all lamb taste like this?"

When I was in college - I bought packages of chicken backs. They had enough meat on them so they were good stewed and then I used the bones for soup. I also bought beef shanks - now they're pretty costly, but back then, they were considered not quite carbage. They were excellent stewed.

"insulted" is too strong a word. I just thought he needed to learn something about providing a good experience. For me, it's part of the experience - that payment is just assumed and not talked about. It reminds me of sexy movies I have seen involving gigolos.

Once, I had someone do that. I had laid the cash on a table and he counted it in front of me. I just thought "wow, how low-rent."

If you want it bad enough, you’ll find a way to pay for it-tap your retirement account, get a second mortgage. And lots of people just have the coin for it. I remember a trans woman who was a waitress at the lunch counter at Woolworth’s. I always wondered how she had managed to finance her transition, but there she was.

I'm from that part of the country (Rochester). Sometimes people who came from there move back for one reason or other - family, they burn out on California, they are down on their luck. I moved back there for a couple years in the late 80's. When I told people that I was moving to California, most everyone congratulated me and said they wished they were going with me. There was a straight couple I was really fond of - he was a goldsmith and designed beautiful gold jewelry and I had mad crush on him. His wife ran their business. She and I were having lunch a short while before I left and she suddenly asked me, "And just what is wrong with being a big fish in a little pond?" I was astonished, but I said "Why, nothing if that's what makes you happy."

aww - thank you!!

Where have you been for the last 30 years? My mother told me that when I was about 5 and I noticed that the most of the guys who ran the amusements at the county fair had tattoos. Such is no longer the case.

I'm fairly heavily tattooed. My husband asked me never to get my chest tattooed. I started noticing that most chest tattoos, in fact, don't look very good and I was glad that he had asked me not to tattoo my chest. I love guys with tattoos, and I'm not saying I wouldn't hire a guy with a tattoed chest, but I do think that most chest tattoos don't look very good. Small ones are OK.

I had an older friend, no longer living, who was pretty well off. In his eighties he fell madly in love with a much younger Turkish man who had a wife and 5 children. He started spending all his time in Turkey. Some of his friends were concerned that the Turkish lover might be a fortune hunter. I don't know how things played out, but I thought having a young Turkish lover who was after your money would be an intersting problem to have.

Yep, love it. One time, at the gym, in the locker room, I was walking toward the showers behind a guy with an extremely hairy back. He was so hairy, I could barely see his skin. In every other way, he was completely ordinary, but I got a boner walking along looking at that hairy back in front of me.

But you offered that as one of your reasons not to go on PrEP.

There is a street in Quebec with his son's name but not his.

I suppose there might be. There is a Facebook group for people who have that surname and they say he was the first person in the new world with that surname.

French - his ancestor emmigrated from France in about 1670 and was a shoemaker in Quebec City.

Not aghast, but I don't eat it much - a sandwich from Subway or a burrito from Chipotle now and again. The last time I can remember eating at the Golden Arches was about 8 years ago. It's the same thing as eating frozen dinners - nothing satisfying about it.

My great-grandfather was a Canadian stonemason - but he was born in and lived in Quebec until he emmigrated to the US.

Odds are different from probability. The odds of successful infection increase with the number of events, but the probability of infection from a single event is unaffected. Having given this a little more thought, I can see that odds are a much more useful way of expressing the probability of infection. But odds would only be accurate if each event was substantially identical.