Word: discomforts
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Rebecca Strunk suffered increasing discomfort as she lay recovering from a hysterectomy at the Christ Hospital in Cincinnati, Ohio. Again and again, the 46-year-old mother of two complained of pain in her upper abdomen, and again and again the people who came into her room to care for her wrote down "incisional pain" on her chart, although the incision was in her lower abdomen. Finally, after three days, as her temperature spiked and her blood pressure plummeted, Strunk's doctors suspected the truth: her bowel had been nicked in the surgery, and she was succumbing to a massive...
...three weeks or age 30 years," says Nadel, "the wasting that goes on in the muscles, bones and water volume is remarkably similar." The seniors in the program are so pleased by the immediate benefits of the assorted aerobic and muscle-stretching exercises that they seem undaunted by any discomfort. "I was an exercise agnostic. Now I'm a believer," says Alexander Garfinkel, 75. Nancy Gilbert, 81, exults, "It's absolutely fantastic how much better I feel...
Beneath the energy and drama of his extremist life, though, discomfort began to gnaw at Leyden. For starters he was finding his social life to be cloyingly ingrown. "We usually stayed home to avoid contact with other races," Leyden explains. And as discontent seeped in, so did conflict. Leyden's brother is a policeman, and skinhead jokes about killing cops started to seem less than funny. His mother, who had polio as a child, has a slight limp, while Leyden's closest friends were busy calling disabled people "surplus whites...
...reluctantly meets his phone pal in person--but he hates himself for doing it all. He's not a malicious or perverted person (he takes a train to Amelia's and Laura's country house when they start receiving obscene phone calls), but merely weak, still treating his discomfort with his Alzheimer's-afflicted father with teenagerly stubbornness...
...gotten the best desk despite arriving later--and she was sure my school was the reason. At the first lunch hour, everyone asked what it was like to go to Harvard and then made some joke about how smart I must be. Everybody was friendly, but their discomfort was obvious. I began to wonder if my forehead had grown that big red tattoo on its own accord...