Nov- New manager bounce
Dec- We are so back
Jan- INEOS ARE YOU MAD
Feb- Pochettino is better than Arteta
March- Sack him
April- Glazers OUT Ineos OUT
May- We will be back next season
@luccideity Have a dentist check you out for a proper diagnosis and treatment plan . Mouth sores consistent with apthous ulcers are an inflammatory process (immune response) and are neither bacterial nor fungal . Seek a second opinion .
@wangarimathigh Problem comes when one cadre thinks they do more and therefore deserve more recognition . And the problem lies with how internship is structured where you find medics are taken more advantage of which should be corrected .Post internship you get to grow up and see sense
@wangarimathigh Certain people don't understand that every cadre has a different scope . Medics , pharmacists and dentists . And for a fact this cadres know their scope very well and they rarely overstep into each other's domain .
Pharmacists are very important in the health ecosystem . Working in a level 5 or 6 where multidisciplinary approach is a norm you get to appreciate them the most . Those t sheets and dosages need to be reviewed
@Asamoh_ Why a dental board and in the near future an independent dental council is very important .Oral health matters should not be left to ignorant people .Dentists will surely bring sanity to this mess soon .
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David Maraga: 2027 will be a make or break election... If Ruto is re-elected or anyone who espouses his value systems takes the reins of this country, it will be a tragedy. We'll begin descending into the abyss.
After I had an affair, my husband never touched me again. For eighteen years, we lived like strangers, until a post-retirement physical exam when what the doctor said made me break down on the spot………
As if love were transferable by confession.
I burned the letter in the fireplace. Not in anger, but in exhaustion. There was nothing left to excavate. No revelation that could unbreak what had already been shattered beyond repair.
In late summer, I visited Oregon.
I didn’t tell Michael I was coming. I didn’t plan to see him. I told myself it was about closure, about geography, about proving to myself that I could stand on the edge of his new life without reaching for it.
The cabin was smaller than I imagined. Weathered. Honest. Smoke curled from the chimney.
I stood across the road and watched him through the window.
He was thinner. Grayer. He moved slowly, deliberately, like a man who had learned to live within carefully measured boundaries. He poured coffee, stared out at the trees, sat at the table alone.
He looked peaceful.
That was the cruelest part.
I turned away before he could see me. Some goodbyes are not meant to be spoken aloud.
On the flight home, I understood something with a clarity that almost felt like mercy: love does not erase harm. Regret does not reverse time. And remorse, no matter how sincere, does not entitle you to redemption.
Some endings are final not because they lack forgiveness, but because forgiveness cannot rebuild what was never truly solid to begin with.
I volunteer now. Mostly at the library. Sometimes at the community center. I read to children whose parents work late, whose lives are still soft, still unwritten. I don’t tell them stories about consequences or mistakes. I tell them stories about choices.
At night, I sit with my memories like old photographs spread across a table. I don’t flinch anymore. I don’t look away. I let them exist without trying to justify or rewrite them.
This is the life I have left.
It is smaller. Quieter. Honest in a way my marriage never was.
And some days, that has to be enough.
I no longer wait for the phone to ring.
I no longer ask if Michael remembers me.
I know the answer.
And for the first time in a very long time, I accept it.