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Parental misadventures 6th Feb. 2016

So, to let y’all know where the promised updates are staying (away atm), a little report from my life as a parent.

Two weeks ago last Saturday my son came down with a fever and sore throat. Wife went to the pediatrician, got it looked at and the diagnosis was clear: Streptococcal angina.
Bad.
So, take antibiotics for ten days (that was up to and incuding last Wednesday) and get the fever down if needed.
Okay.
(If some holistic dipshit even dares to inhale in disagreement I will ram your wheatmill down your windpipe!)

Wife got streptococcus.
I got streptococcus.
My son already had it.
Alright, so the three of us were eating antibiotics like other families eat tictacs until we either got done with the package, or reached the end of prescription time.
All was well, all were well.

You might think I’d end here, and you just misread the title. End on a high note, a positive development.

Hold on.

So Friday-Saturday night my son woke up somewhen in the dead of night, demanding either me or my wife take him to our bed. (Again, some asshat inhaling to utter shit about a family bed will get smothered with a breastfeeding pillow).
He had a fever, not too high, but high, as we measured later at about 7am.
Off to the emergency pediatric service of the closest hospital! We don’t want to frak around if it’s the streptococcus again/still, and wait for Monday, for normal pediatrician/doctor opening.

Great spring like weather, sunshine galore, and an excruciating waiting time of over 2 hours INDOORS aside, we get to the examination. She looks at his throat after listening to the ordeal of the last two weeks patiently. “Well, give him painkiller/fever dampener if the sore throat returns, he’s red back there, but no puss.”
“Can we test for streptococci?”
“Why? If its positive, you gotta administer antibiotics again?”
Bitch! That’s the idea, we wanna annihilate this bacteria! Not just smother the symptoms and hop on one leg through lala-land. “Uhm, well, we gotta know. We don’t want him to suffer, because that shit hurts.”
“Okay.” *sad* tests him and we return 15 min later for the results.
Turns out it IS streptococcus. New antibiotics (shut up hippy scum!), stronger yield now (the same dope shit daddy got. Muahahahaha) and the order to keep him home on Monday, because “he be contagious”. Bitch! You wanted us to keep the symptoms at bay and infest the entire Kindergarden before, now you act all high mighty?
“We’ll do. We’ll do.” And we hightailed it outta there.

It’s days like Saturday that illustrate WHY I’m behind on schedule. There is no time to do shit, unless I take one. Parents are always on the move, there isn’t a dull moment, ever.

Take care,
A.

What the actual “Frack”

Okay people, so I have a problem.

A huge one.

Although it doesn’t really concern me personally, it is still a problem that I do have:

“Fracking”

They pump shit into the ground to crack rocklayers and extract oil/gas. Chemicals that are poisonous, chemicals that cause long term damage. Chemcials that ARE seeping into the groundwater table and poison the water supply of thousands not to say millions.
THIS IS LEGAL.

YET, at the same time people are forbidden to collect rain water.
Water that falls from the heavens onto their houses, and they can’t collect it.
Why? Because, and here comes the BS, that water is supposed to supply the groundwater table. (Note, in most areas the rainwater is channeled into the sewers, from where it goes into a nearby river from where it’ll go into a water treatment plant, from where it goes on. Perhaps the step of “river” is skipped. So the sequence is then: Rain drain – sewer – treatment plant – river/sea)
So collecting rainwater that fell onto YOUR OWN HOUSE, on YOUR OWN PROPERTY, is ILLEGAL! While poisoning the water supply of thousands or even millions is perfectly LEGAL.

Here’s my idea of changing this. We force the people (CEOs, bribed, bought, lobbied politicians) to drink the water from the area the fracking is conducted in. (Together with Monsanto and other GMO people who are forced to eat their own GMO crap, together with their children)
We pull this off for about a year, if not a single one of them shows any ill effects we can call it safe for consumption. But since they’ll probably have any ill effects – good night.

You know that Bullshit is about to fly if they forbid you to collect clean water that is falling from the sky. You wanna know why they outlawed that? Because it is FREE. You don’t have to pay for it.
Next you know they’ll outlaw solar panels on private homes, because the sunlight is supposed to heat the roof, it is vitaly important that the roof is heated because [insert bullshit logic here]. Real reason? Because you would get FREE electricity from it. You aren’t buying their electricity from their friends and “supporters” (you know the people buying, bribding, lobbying the people in charge here).
Just wait and you’ll see.

Until that time, take care.

Hail the Cook?

Never, ever, try on a Monday to find a restaurant in Groß Enzersdorf that is open.

Two were closed all together, one had closed a quarter an hour before we arrived, and the last one was an Italian “ristorante”…well, the table was sticky, the waitress was unfriendly, and the non-smokers section was so badly lit I suspect they didn’t want anyone sitting there. First thing they told us when we arrived “You can’t have anything but Pizza.” – we should have let that be a warning and leave.

Right there, right then.

Suffice it to say, we didn’t. Stupid us.

Let me put it that way: This Pizza gives me so much gas, the USA are investigating me for weapons of mass destruction!

It tasted like, well, nothing.
A simple Salami Pizza with extra garlic.
How difficult is it to get this thing to taste like SOMETHING!?

Apparently very: a hint of garlic where the patches of garlic where piled together, and between me and my wife, I was the lucky one: I had a small path of oregano strewn around in the centre of my pizza.
Except it didn’t taste as intense as I had hoped.
Or as intense as it should.

So if you’re ever in Austria, in Vienna, on a Monday and you think to yourself “I want to eat in that village just north of it, Groß Enzersdorf!” Don’t….

A.