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Pulling the Plug on a Mislocated Toe
When atmospheric pressure drops quickly before a summer storm, a number of interesting things happen. For one, dish-rags used in the kitchen sink, take on a rather putrid odor. Apparently, the bacteria living in the cloth, have a very small window of tolerance for sudden changes in air pressure, so when the pressure drops by more than a couple of mm-Hg, they collectively die and their dead and decaying bodies start to smell. Another trivial tidbit has it that certain body parts â especially those already compromised, will expand slightly in lower pressures, thus impinging on neighboring nerves and pain receptors. For example, people suffering from an inflamed bursa in the knee (bursitis) will complain more about pain prior to a storm where abrupt drops in pressure occur. As further testament to this, if you severely stub a toe or bruise a fingertip with a hammer, such an injury will be just a little more painful in times of quick shifts to lower atmospheric pressure.
By John Oliver Smith3 years ago in Confessions
My Embarrassing Moment
My Embarrassing Moment I have one younger sister; and I was always taught to protect her. Not that I'm any great protector. I'm not a really good fighter. I was always beaten in fights. But I, still, knew I belonged standing up for my little sister.
By Shahidah Ahmad3 years ago in Confessions
No One Other Than God Could Have Arranged This Uber Ride
Uber! A name that doesn't require any recognition. The company has revolutionized the taxi business across the world. I enjoyed many rides with Uber, but the one ride during the lockdown in Sept of 2020 distinctly stands-out above the rest. It's a special one for me, one that I will remember all my life.
By Kavi Kamat3 years ago in Confessions
My Audacious Crabwalk
This is the true story of a group of Ohio college friends who wanted to be cool like the fraternity students. We were friends who met in high school and college. We all came from working class families, so werenât upper crust, but we had good hearts and we knew how to have fun. Although we were a ragtag bunch of five misfits, we ended up having one of the best intermural co-ed softball teams at the college. While others showed up with sponsored uniforms, we showed up in mismatched T-shirts and shorts. We beat most of the elite teams. We were hoping to get lucky with the girls on the team, but we were so dorky that we didnât get to first base.
By Ted Lacksonen3 years ago in Confessions
My experience on Wheel of Fortune. Top Story - March 2021.
My fascination with words began, presumably, as soon as I left my motherâs womb. I believe I may have been peering beyond my blankets to read the brand name of the scissors cutting my umbilical cord.
By John Bennardo3 years ago in Confessions
Coddiwomple
When I was nineteen, I decided to move to England. I had been there the previous year for my high school senior trip and met Colin Smith, a British name if ever I heard one, on the last night before my return home. Colin and I corresponded for the year in between, while I attended Michigan State University as a freshman. This was before cell phones and email, so we wrote letters and postcards. I naiÌvely thought I knew him.
By Cheryl Slack3 years ago in Confessions
To the Ying to My Yang
Have you ever wanted to go back and have those tough discussions with people who are no longer present? I don't mean in life or death; I'm talking about those no longer in our lives (physical, mental, or just plain cut out). They say with time comes healing and forgiveness, but with our time, it still sits heavy on my heart. To stand from the outside looking in, nothing looked broken. But for the two people who lived it, we have gone through hell and back, slowly chasing our beautiful bond.
By Jackie Fazekas3 years ago in Confessions
The Disgusting Sex Life of My Teen Crush
It has been 20 years since that incident and I still shudder thinking about it. Back then I was a vivacious teenage girl, full of beans and packed with dreams. And like every other girl of my age, I also dreamed of a knight in shining armor, a charming prince who would sweep me off my feet, giving me a life of my dreams.
By Peeping_Soul3 years ago in Confessions