Just rants from my degenerate life

The great Indian hospital stay


I dread hospitals, and last week, I was forced to take my father to one. My father had a long-planned dentist appointment to remove the top row of teeth, to fit a denture. He was prescribed antibiotics and some painkillers, both with nausea and vomiting marked as the major side effects. My father also has rare bouts of vertigo in the mornings that manifest once every few years, and while he does not suffer from diabetes and heart issues, he has a mild arrhythmia, for which he takes an Ecospirin a day.…
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Oral B Vitality 100 Electric toothbrush review


The idiots have demanded a review of my new electric toothbrush and a review I must deliver. I have terrible teeth, and I have had braces when I was 13 or so. The result has been a fair looking jawline up front, but also a highly compacted one, even impacted molars. My jaw is skewed and my teeth have squeezed as hard as they can against each other, and into my gums.…
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A little bit, about the broken bit


This is a short note about my broken shoulder. It sounds alarming and it looks worrying. It is, but regardless, it is not as time-critical as other health complications. It is somewhat painful, and inconvenient. The shoulder has a socket, with the arm attached into it. The inner bit of the socket is called the glenoid cavity. It is smooth, and it offers low-resistance freedom like a well-lubed hinge. The shoulder unlike other joints offers a much wider and complex range of motions than say, the knee.…
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Sony WF-1000XM3 Review


The bakchods demand a review of my new purchase, and a review I must write. I like to think I’m a purist, but not the kind to stack Atloids case after case, of DACs and amplifiers, a battery pack for each of them. I like my music, my podcasts, and I can’t stand the noise of my workplace, people mindlessly blabbering on, endless Teams calls and worse. I’ve hated the idea of Bluetooth and truly wireless earphones, but since my wife nudged me to get one, I did.…
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I'm broken


This time, it’s not the perpetual mess in my head, but I’m really broken. I tripped running up the stairs and dislocated my shoulder, then dislocated it twice again trying to figure what that weird stabbing pain was. A visit to two doctors has me headed to the operation theater to fix a torn labrum - the ring that forms the outline of the socket where the shoulder joint securely lies within.…
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