What is the cost of living in Phoenix/Scottsdale?
i currently live in the chandler area and i really like it. my boyfriend moved here from chicago about 4 years ago and he likes it too. says the weather is perfect. scottsdale is considered upscale and is largely populated by elderly who are retired. rent is pretty spendy and the apts/houses tend to be older for a reasonable price range. phoenix is hit or miss-the downtown area and anything closely surrounding it is BAD. i work in a large hospital right in the heart of downtown in a trauma icu and you don't want to know the stuff i see due to the violence that occurs. Tempe is a college town-home to ASU. i lived there for a while but didn't like it. i'm 28 and a mom of 3 so the loud parties and trashed houses surrounding mine weren't appealing to me. but the town itself is ok-lots of places to hang out and rent isn't bad. my 3 bedroom house ran 850/month and utilities were on average about 150.00 Mesa is old and run-down in most places. the crime rate is fairly high as well unless you go out far east mesa where the new homes are being built chandler/gilbert is the area i live in and i really like it. my neighborhood is older but totally safe-i would have no problem leaving my door unlocked at night (but i dont). there are lots of places close by to hang out at and do things. rent in this area will run you anywhere from 750-1200 depending on what type of apt or house you are looking for. there are walgreens EVERYWHERE so finding a job shouldn't be hard at all-plus the corporate office for their pharmacies is located in tempe. utilities run about 60 a month in the winter for an apt but i know in my 1700 square foot house i can get the bill to run the same in the winter. summers can range from 150-250 depending on how often you run your air conditioner. temps can easily get up to 120 during that time. overall i think the move is a good one if you like warm weather. there are plenty of college options here as well. my boyfriend loves it here-it's hardly ever cold and he doesn't miss the snow and ice at all!!
Masturbating in the hospital. Please answer, nurses especially?
So I was thinking. Say a guy is bedridden for a really long time, like a couple days to a week in the hospital. (For me it would probably only take a couple hours). Finally, he has to jerk off. Does a hospital allow you to do that or is it considered a public place? Also, this question is more to nurses, have you ever encountered something like this that you had to clean up? Do you blame the guy or do you kinda just shrug it off? I love nurses i've met in clubs, they couldn't be anymore super cool dealing with everything from **** to piss to vommit, and based on my immature nature, I love hearing those stories. But I was wondering if there was a line where I nurse just throws her hands up and says ok now your really being an asshole. So Masturbating in a hospital, is it dealt with with a smile or does a line get drawn at some point? Hope this question makes sense. I tried to develop it as best I could. Let me know if it needs more info.
What do doctors eat during a work day? When do they eat during their busy schedule?
When I was an intern: pizzas and hot dogs. These were food that you didn't have to wait in line for, can eat while walking, and if you get paged for an emergency, you can come back to it cold and still taste relatively decent.addendum: Amy Chai's answer reminded me....yes, food from patient's food cabinet and the nutritionist's stash was key. I've developed a taste for Ensure, prune juice, Boost, and one of my co-interns actually liked Nepro (liquid food for dialysis patients)....disgusting =)When I was a resident: the hospital I worked at gave residents meal cards, about $15 a day. This was a major hospital in the Bronx and was working to establish itself as a beacon of health in an area otherwise not known for fresh, healthy food. I was able to get pretty decent salads, hot entrees (like baked fish, grilled pork chops), fruit shakes, sushi, fresh made deli sandwiches etc. As a resident I also actually had time to sit down for a lunch. Dinner time on call nights was another story. Most hospitals either serve whatever is left from lunch, or whip up something quick and simple (spaghetti and meat sauce, or spaghetti and meat sauce). I also tend to get tired/bored/hungry/in low morale around 2-3am, and will walk next door to this diner and pick up some cheese fries or milkshake.Now that I am an attending in an academic center: I have much better control of my schedule and finances. I try to eat something healthy and light for lunch, a salad, something with fish, or fruits & sushi. I do a lot of desk work now writing reports, analyzing data for research, so any heavy meals will just put me to sleep, which wasn't a worry when you were a resident running up and down the hospital.
What was the most horrible birthday you have ever had?
My 19th birthday was on a Friday. I had it all planned out. Friday through to Monday I had party's to go to. It was going to be amazing.On the Wednesday before my 19th I met a friend. He wanted to take me out clubbing. I went. That night him and his cousin raped me.The Thursday was mostly spent in the police station. Going over what happened. At some point in the day they drove me around the area so I could point out where it happened. Later that night, I was taken to a center to do a rape kit. I spoke to a counsellor who I would then go on to meet once a week.The morning of my birthday I was driven home by a police officer. It was the early hours of the morning. I got home and my room had been cleaned and a pizza and garlic bread was on my chest of drawers to eat. I couldn't eat. I just went to sleep.When I woke up I had to go and collect my PEP medication. My rapists didn't use condoms. This was supposed to lower my chances of getting HIV if my rapists were HIV+.The whole day I barely spoke. I didn't want to talk to anyone. I knew if I did, I would end up crying. And I didn't want that. My phone was constantly buzzing. People wanting to know where I was. Why I wasn't answering my calls. I couldn't talk. I didn't eat. I didn't eat for two weeks after it happened. I only started eating again after I ended up in hospital. Other than going and collecting my PEP medication I didn't leave my bedroom. I couldn't. I couldn't bare the thought of people looking at me differently. People feeling sorry for me. My grandparents (who knew what happened), and my uncle came to my room at one point to give me a birthday card and presents. After 1 minute of them being in my room I had to ask them to leave. I completely broke down. I've always hated crying around people and didn't wanna cry infront of them.Most of my 19th birthday was spent in my bedroom, crying. Everytime I shut my eyes I would see my rapists and cry even more. I cut my arms and legs with a broken cd case to try to control my feelings. It didn't help. I would cry some more. My 19th birthday was the worst birthday I've ever had.
So i was a drunk asshole last night...?
LMAO...that was pretty hilarious dude. Yes most of us act crazy while in College but it's time to be a grown up. I don't drink at all because I was liking it a lil too much and alcoholism is in my family. If you are having blackouts its time to get help. No kidding. You deserve better than this.
What does it feel like to be in a high-speed car crash? Did you hit a car, or were you hit by another car? Did you drive into a stationary object?
I was driving back from college for Thanksgiving break when I was involved in my serious wreck. It had rained the night before but the roads were not really wet anymore. I was on a highway and as I started to switch lanes I hydroplaned due to a small space between the concrete of the lanes (idk how it was big enough to even make me hydroplane). So one second I was going 75 MPH and the next thing I know I am sideways on the road. I look out my driver-side window and see that I am headed straight for a telephone pole. I quickly thought “Okay, this can only end two ways: (1) I will die from this impact or (2) I will be paralyzed from it.” I took a deep breath and said something that my friends and I would say in high school when trouble was a major possible outcome. So I outloud and calmly said “well I hope this works out.” Luckily my tires were on the shoulder, which was grass, and it was wet enough to allow my car to slide down enough to where I missed the pole by inches. Right after watching my car barely clear the pole I let out some air as relaxation then all of the sudden…my car flipped 4 times and slammed into a concrete drainage ditch. I remember seeing everything too. From the windshield braking, dirt flying around, to all my stuff getting tossed about. Upon impact I got out of the car feeling just fine and with only a surface scrape smaller than the size of a dime on a knuckle. The police and emergency crews were telling me I needed to sit down since I had to have broken something and was just in shock so I could not feel it. However, I didn’t get hurt at all (outside of the surface scrap). They said that the fact that I was so calm and chill during it saved my life as they had never seen anyone walk away much less uninjured from a wreck like that in the 25+ years they had been doing their jobs.
I feel no sympathy for the homeless because I feel like it is their own fault. Are there examples of seemingly "normal" and respectable people becoming homeless?
I met a gentleman one day while I was walking my dog. Then living in a downtown loft on the edge of a gentrified portion of the city, I met many homeless people. This particular story might help you to understand:“Jim” was nearing his first year of being homeless. Two years before, he was making six figures in the financial industry. He got caught in a layoff and was unable to find a job. His wife left and took the kids and house with her, along with a large portion of their savings. (The retirement account into which he had solely contributed) He lived in his car until he no longer had money to put gas in it to move it around. It finally got towed. He had no other family, nowhere to go, and could not find even a minimum wage job. No phone for call back interviews, or emails. No address. No presentable clothes. That’s how it happens.Now imagine that you are the hiring manager for a company, and see his resume online. It is filled with award-winning accomplishments, but not updated to reflect his current employment situation. You reach out to him. IF HE STILL by some chance has managed to keep a phone, you csll him in for an interview. If you are having trouble being sympathetic for those less fortunate than you, my guess is when you see a disheveled man walk into your office, the interview will be over. If he didn't have a phone in the first place, the interview would have never been scheduled. That's how it perpetuates.Never take your personal good fortune for granted, lest one day you end up with nothing, and need just one break from someone who thinks that because you've fallen on hard times, you are abnormal and no longer respectable.