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I can think of a provider - the first time I saw him I hosted in my room at a nice resort in Scottsdale. We had a great time - one of my best hires of all time. Next time I saw him, he hosted me at a crumby Travelodge in the Mission district. As I climbed the stairs, I was kind of annoyed and thinking that this is not my kind of place. I knocked on his door, he answered, pulled me inside, gave me a tight hug and a kiss, and my issues about the place vanished.

They are not "technically" prostitutes. You are "technically" a prostitute because you accept money for sex. Guys who don't exchange money for sex are not "technically" prostitutes no matter how much sex they have.

The reaction was less with each shot. After the first: headache, fever, and intense fatigue for about five days. Second shot: headache and fatigue for several days. Third shot: sore arm and tired for day of shot.

Of course it's only numbers, but some numbers are better than others - I would rather have 140 than 134. In the military, everybody has a GT (general technical) score, and they relied heavily on the GT score as a screening tool. You took the GT test at the induction center even before you were accepted into the service and it followed you throughout your military career. I had a high GT score (I found out later), and the screening started even before I left the induction center. A recruiting NCO asked for me by name to talk to me before I left and tried to sell me on enlisting to be a signal intelligence analyst - accelerated promotions, civilian clothes, an apartment off-base. At the tender age of 19, they tapped me for a leadership course, and so on. All because of that number.

You know - you just have at it without worrying about hosing out.

I have quite a few kinks - FF most notably. I'm one of those "Ill try anything once" types. I've even with flirted with scat-more like raunch actually. A long time ago, I knew a guy - we weren't boyfriends, just occasional fuckbuddies. He was a tall slender good-looking ginger with blue eyes - and we had this insane chemistry - when we got together we would do damn near anything - we often did dirty fucking.

You might be underselling yourself.

One of my grade school teachers showed me my score - It was 134. Many years later, just as a point of vanity, I wanted a 140 score - genius level. So I took one IQ test after another on the Internet until I scored 140 on one, then I stopped - I had my 140 IQ. I told my husband about it and he just howled. Of course, I wouldn't go around telling anyone that I had done this, but he loves to tell the story. It's always good for a laugh.

That makes sense ,European men tend to know their way around in bed

It seems hard to find guys that are into that deep French kissing - it has fallen out of popularity. Time was when almost everyone liked it - probing each other's mouths with the tongue, contacting the back of the throat with the tip the tongue. I have had to learn to like gentle soft kissing with just a little tongue because it seems to be what most people like.

Forever?

As soon as they regain a little fat and some H2O, they fill out again. That was kind of a silly observation on my part, because even pro bodybuilders don't go around contest lean all the time. When I get contest lean, it freaks my husband out.

He looks good in his lean pics, but he could be a lot leaner - he's a long way from contest lean.

I like bearish men - I would be happy with either version of him.

We stayed at the Westin at SFO recently. It was pretty much full service. You had to book an appointment to get your room made up, though. But it wasn't otherwise limited.

We had the same proctor every day of the exam. They were mostly sweet older people who proctored the bar exam for something to do and the little extra cash they earned. At the beginning of the third day, mine was teasing me a little - saying "Don't let me see you back here again." At the end of the exam, just before they released us, everyone stood and applauded the proctors, and the proctors stood and applauded us. It went on for several minutes - great moment.

No, I didn't find it that difficult, but I was really well prepared. My school had a mentoring program wherein they would match you with a mentor to guide your bar prep, if you wanted. I asked them to find me a real ass-kicker because I had a focus problem - - and they found me an ass-kicker. He called me and told me that he would kick my ass and hold me to account if he thought he needed to. I believed him - and I didn't want to find out, so I always did what I said I would do. He was really great to look at - it almost had a BDSM feel to it. He even gave me an occasional day off if I had been working really hard. I knew at the end of the first day of the exam that I had it made.

I always enjoy female Uber drivers. They're a little friendlier than they guys and I extend them a little extra measure of respect.

I certainly appreciate your effort, but systemic thrombolysis is usually used only in one of three scenarios - pulmonary embolism, massive stroke, and massive heart attack. These are the only scenarios that justify the risk of intracranial hemorrhage that it entails. VTE (venous thromboembolism) is treated every day in IR suites all over the world with catheter-directed thrombolysis and has been since the late 90's. The risk of bleeding from catheter-directed thrombolysis is slightly greater than that from anti-coagulation. I notice from your chart that one of the factors to be considered in diagnosing and treating VTE is "severity of thrombosis." A minor clot in the calf is a whole different thing from a massive unexplained ileo-caval clot. The minor clot in the calf can be treated with six weeks of anticoagulation. I had the massive unexplained ileo-caval clot - my entire leg looked like a salami. The ER doc who admitted me and the hospitalist who wrote the transfer order both assumed that the treatment would be thrombolysis and they were gob-smacked when the receiving hospital refused the transfer request.

There's no such thing as a complete recovery when the deep veins in your leg and your pelvis are permanently obstructed with webs of scar tissue that have reduced your venous outflow by 85%. But I do appreciate your good wishes PK.

"What I can say is that multiple professionals have looked at this matter, according to his own words, and seem to come to the conclusion that his care was reasonable given the circumstances." But I already stipulated to that. Yer beating a dead horse. What can be learned from this, is that you can have a horrible outcome from a treatment and be left with no recourse against the treating physician if the treatment you received meets the low bar of having been "reasonable." Fortunately, for people in backward states where they are still practicing medicine from the middle of the last century, a national standard is applied in determining reasonableness, rather than the local standard that used to be used.

But you choose to ignore the important fact that other doctors at the treating HMO agreed with the Stanford doctor. One of them actually apologized that the treatment had been so inadequate.

I didn't say that I knew more than the attorneys. I didn't like what they had to say, but I realized they were probably right when they said that, poor as it was, the care I received would meet the legal test for reasonable. I reviewed my contract with my provider and saw, that it said, right in there, in so many words, that they agreed to provide "reasonable" care and treatment. Based on what the attorneys said and my review of the contract, I could only agree with them that I had a weak case, and stopped looking for lawyers. Once again Unicorn, your fatal attraction to speculation has bit you in the ass.