Dr. Larry Pittman Goddard Blog

Friday, 1 December 2006 Getting to Morocco Leaving DFW Airport during an ice storm involved begging and pleading; cancelled flights; de-icing the plane twice and finally getting a flight to Atlanta ; then to New York and an overnight flight to Casablanca :  All a long but adventuresome journey. Got booted to first class since the many changes to the original schedule…free drinks…sat with a mega wealthy mega drunk Brit who cussed like no one I had every heard....it was the filthiest conversation but because of his accent it seemed quite proper.... He told me that the Brits drown all the children who have good teeth.....Raucous flight conversation as you can tell. The happiest moment was seeing my luggage at the Casablanca airport....the traffic is a mix of Mercedes and Ox Carts....and horses....the Moroccan horses are beauts. I was here only 15 minutes when I saw the first dead body....poor soul was crossing the street during rush hour and he didn’t make it...

Pet Peeve Nation: Why do medicines come in packaging that is harder to open than the Iron Age's chastity belts? I've cut, picked, gnawed my way into the foil and peel-back secured medicine this morning... multiple thumb cuts, self-made hang nails, and loss of a large percentage of my religion. They actually call the compartments for the pills, "blisters"... as in 'do not remove pill from blister until right before administering.' Psycho Babble. Psycho Blisters. I have blisters from opening the blisters. I called the pharmacy and asked if we could get these pills in easier to access bottles? The "angry at me for calling" pharmacy tech said, "What do you want me to do? Come to your house and open them for YOU?" Come on. Not a loving thing to say. She was a joy-stealing Tasmanian Devil in non-cartoon form. (Craig's Pharmacy, Green Acres, Tyler ... need to rethink having this person speak while ...