Bleeding

Among them were only two ex-cowboys, J. Willis and Dick Malone, and a solitary ex-cattle king, Saul Tuttle.

My friend Dick had drifted to Bleeding, Kansas with a herd of longhorns from southern Texas, and his inclination there was to help paint towns red, but now he does his painting with a brush instead of with red liquor and a six-shooter.

He's following his trade of painting houses and ceilings sky blue, and in living happily with a pretty wife and sweet little daughter, Catherine.

From Caldwell, the robbers followed the Indian Territory and Kansas Line to Arkansas City, Kansas.

theodore killian

selsom sighed turned his head mechanically towards me held out his hand and said salve tibi theodore quomodo vales op time adrian replied i then raising my voice i continued my friend what are you doing there are you thinking over sangrado's doctrine by yourself his face suddenly assumed such an ambiguous expression that i was quite astonished at it theodore he began after a moment's silence this is no subject for joking i am studying the complaint of your respected aunt dame anna what you related to me yesterday respecting it is very serious this extravagance of ideas these transports of rapture these starts and more than all the exaggeration of expressions employed by the sensible old lady when speaking of haydn's creation handel's oratorios and beethoven's symphonies all presage a dangerous attack of illness and you believe you have found a remedy for it in that bottle of water precisely chance has brought you hither at a most opportune moment i was just thinking of you then pointing to a violin hanging against the wall he continued oblige me by playing an air of mozart's This request seemed to me so absurd that the idea involuntarily suggested itself to me that Selsom's brain was as crazy as my aunt's.

But he guessed what I was thinking of, and observed with an ironical smile, "'Don't be afraid, my dear Theodore, don't be afraid.

My intellectual faculties are quite sound yet, but I am on the brink of a great and sublime discovery.' good then i am at your service i took down the violin and looked at it with envious eyes it was one of those famous lewenhaupts of which frederick the second caused a dozen to be made to accompany his flute performances the most perfect instruments possible faultless indeed and by many good judges considered quite equal to those by stradivarius be that as it may i had hardly allowed the bow to touch the strings when all that had been said to me in its favor fell short of the reality the extreme purity of its tones added to the elegance of the composition made me feel raised to the seventh heaven "'Oh, great, great master!' cried I.

So I pray for us.

In the name of Jesus, you spirit of affliction, you spirit of cancer, you spirit of lump, you spirit behind this, you spirit behind that, Hemorrhage.

I see somebody who is actually having hemorrhage.

You spread behind whatever the sickness or disease is.

Is there anything in there that could be causing bleeding? So often that's how we find endometrial polyps.

We can also find a thickened endometrial lining, which is concerning for a cancer or a pre-cancer of the uterus that could be causing bleeding.

And sometimes we do find submucosal fibroids, which can even sometimes be small fibroids, but if they're sort of poking into the cavity of the uterus, even though they're small, they can cause Bleeding drama, lots of big bleeding drama, even for a small fibroid.

Yeah.

I really prefer to order the SIS because at the same time we can do an endometrial biopsy, which is very important to have a sample of the cell tissue from the endometrium inside the uterus that we send off to the lab just to make sure there's no cancer or pre-cancer cells going on.

Yeah.

And then the blood loss situation, I mean, because that's kind of what people get worried about with the Penumbra system, right? Maya, can you speak a little bit to kind of like how that has been an issue with this device?

Yeah, I think when I first heard about the device and first started using it, it was a concern.

But when you start using it, I think the learning curve is probably about three cases.

I'd be interested to hear what David says about this, too.

My first handful of cases, I probably had somewhere between 250 to 300 at the most of blood loss.

And then you learn the device and understand the feedback loop pretty quickly where the blood loss matters very little.

I wouldn't put someone profoundly anemic through a thrombectomy of any form, frankly.

The sense of loss, however, dreadfully sharp in pain all the time till at length he sought relief in something he could really understand He changed for dinner; he would dine in his sitting-room alone and meanwhile he rang for the remainder of his voluminous luggage but it was vastly annoying to his diminishing pride to discover that the gorgeous head porter—he remembered now having vaguely recognised him in the hall Was the same poor relation to whom he had denied help a year ago! The vicissitudes of life were indeed preposterous: he ought to have been protected from so ridiculous an encounter For the moment, of course, he merely pretended not to see him Certainly he did not commend the excellently quick delivery of the luggage And to praise the young fellow's pluck never occurred to him for one single instant "The house valet please," he asked of the waiter who answered the bell soon afterwards and then directed somewhat helplessly the unpacking of his emporium of exquisite clothes Yes take everything out Everything" he said in reply to the man's question Rather an extraordinary almost insolent question when he came to reflect upon it surely Is it worth while perhaps sir? It flashed across his dazed mind that the head porter had made the very same remark to his subordinate in the passage when he asked if everything was to come in With a shrug of his gold braided shoulders that poor relation had replied Seems hardly worthwhile But they may as well all go in yes." And with the double rejoinder perplexingly in his mind Sir Timothy turned sharply upon the valet but the thing he was going to say faded on his lips The man holding out in his arms a heap of clothes suits and what not seemed so much taller than before Sir Timothy had looked down upon him a moment ago whereas now their eyes stared level It was passing strange Will you want these sir Not tonight Of course Want them all I meant sir!" Sir Timothy gasped Want them at all Of course What in the world are you talking about Beg pardon sir Didn't know if it was worth while now" the man said with a quick flush and before the pompous and amazed baronet could get any words between his quivering lips the man was gone The waiter Head Waiter it was Answered the bell almost immediately and Sir Timothy found consolation for his injured feelings in discussing food and wine He ordered an absurdly sumptuous meal for a man dining alone He did so with a vague feeling that it would spite somebody Perhaps he hardly knew whom The Pol Roger Well iced Mind"" he added with false importance as the clever servant withdrew But at the door the man paused and turned as though he had not heard Large bottle I said repeated the other The head waiter made an extraordinary gesture of indifference As you wish Sir Timothy As you wish ""and he was gone his turn But it was only the man's adroitness that had chosen those words instead of those others is it really worth while?"And at that very moment While Sir Timothy stood there fuming inwardly over the extraordinary words and ways of these people veiled insolence he called it the door opened and a tall young woman poked her head inside Then followed it with her person She was dignified smart even for a hotel like this and uncommonly pretty It was the upper Housemaid Full in the eye she looked at him In her face was a kind of swift sympathy and kindness but her whole presentment betrayed more than anything else terror Make an effort make an effort she whispered earnestly Before it's too late make an effort"" And she was gone Sir Timothy hardly knowing what he meant to do Opened the door to dash after her and make her explain this latest insolence But the passage was dark and he heard the swish of skirts far away Too far away to overtake While running along the walls as in a whispering gallery Came the words Make an effort make an effort Confound it all Then I will"" he exclaimed to himself as he stumbled back into the room Feeling horribly bewildered I will make an effort"" And he dressed To go downstairs and show himself in the halls and drawing rooms Give a few pompous orders Assert himself and fuss about generally Yet that process of dressing Without his valet Was chiefly and weirdly distressing Because he had so amazingly dwindled His sight was of course awry Disordered nerves Had played tricks with vision Proportion Perspective Something of the sort must explain Why he seemed so small To himself in the reflection The pier glass which showed Him full length He returned to the wall But none the less To complete his toilet He had to stand Upon a footstool Before the other mirror Above the mantelpiece And go downstairs he did His heart working With a strange and increasing Perplexity Yet wherever he went There came that poor Relation That head Porter To face him Always big He now Looked bigger Than ever Sir Timothy Puff Felt somehow Ridiculous In his presence The young Fellow had character Pluck Some touch Of intrinsic Value For all his failure In life The eternities Considered him Real He towered rather Dreadfully in his Gold braid And smart uniform Towered in his great height All about the hall Like some giant In his own palace The other's head Scarcely came up To his great black belt Where the keys Swung and jangled The Baronet Went upstairs again To his room Strangely disconcerted The first Thing he did As he left the lift Was to stumble Over the step The Liftman picked Him up as Though he Were a boy Down the Passage Now well lighted He went quickly His feet Almost pattering His tread light And So oddly short His Importance Had gone A voice behind each door he passed whispered to him through the narrow crack as it cautiously opened.

Make an effort! Be yourself, be real, be alive before it's too late!" But he saw no one and the first thing he did on entering his room was to hide the smaller mirror by turning it against the wall just as he had done to the pier glass He was so painfully little and insignificant now As the externals and the possessions dropped away one by one in his thoughts The revelation of the tiny little center of activity within was horrible He puffed himself out and thought as of old but there was no response It was degrading The fact was—he began to understand it now His mind had been pursuing possible results Of his loss of title and estates To their logical conclusion The idea In all its brutal nakedness Of course Hardly reached him Namely that Without possessions He was practically Nil All he grasped Was that he was Less Still the notion Did prey upon him Atrociously He followed the advice Of the strange housemaid And Made an effort But without marked success So empty indeed Was his life That Once stripped of the possessions He would stand there As useless and Insignificant As an ownerless Street dog And the thought Appalled Him He had not even enough Real interest in others To hold him upright And certainly Not enough Sufficiency of self Good or evil To stand alone Before any tribunal The discovery Shocked him inexpressibly But what distressed him still more Was to find a fixed Mirror in his sitting-room That he could not Take down For in its depths He saw himself Shrunken and dwindled To the proportions Of a The knock at the door And the arrival of his dinner Broke the appalling Train of thought But rather than be seen In his present Diminutive appearance Later of course He would surely grow again He ran into the bedroom And when he came out again After the waiter's departure He found that his dinner Shared the same abominable change The food upon the dishes Was reduced to the minutest Proportions The toast like children's The soup An egg cup full The tenderloin A little slice The size of a visiting card And the bird Not much larger Than a black beetle And yet More than he could eat More than sufficient He sat in the big chair Positively lost His feet dangling Then mortified Frightened And angry beyond expression He undressed And concealed Himself beneath the sheets And blankets of his bed "'Of course I'm going mad That's what it all means,' he exclaimed 'I'm no longer of any account in the world I can never go into my club for instance Like this.' And he surveyed the small outline That made a little lump Beneath the surface Of the bedclothes Or read lessons Having to stand Upon a chair To read the lectern." And tears of Bleeding vanity And futile wrath Mingled upon his pillow The humiliation Was agonizing In the middle of which The door Opened And in Came the hotel valet Bearing before him Upon a small Silver salver What at First appeared to be Small Striped sandwiches Darkish in hue But upon closer inspection Were Seen to be Several wee suits of clothes Neatly pressed and folded For wearing Glancing round the room And perceiving No One The man Proceeded to put them Away In the chest of drawers Soliloquizing from Time to time As he did so "So the Old Buffer did Go Out after all," He reflected As he smoothed the Tiny Trousers in the drawer "He's nothing but a gasbag anyway Close with the coin Too Always was that" He whistled Spat in the grate Hunted about for a cigarette And again Found relief in speech My Little Dog's worth Two of him All the time And lots to spare Tim's real And other things too He said in a similar vein He was utterly Oblivious of Sir Timothy's presence Serenely unconscious That the thin fading line Beneath the Sheets Was the very individual He was talking About Even hides his cigarettes Does he? He's right though Take away what he's got And There wouldn't be Enough left over To Stand Upright At a poultry show And he guffawed Merrily to himself But what brought the final horror Into that vanishing personality On the Bed Was the singular Fact That the Valet Made no remark About the absurd And Horrible Size of those tiny Clothes This then Was how Others Even a Hotel Valet Saw him All night long It seemed He lay in atrocious pain The darkness Mercifully hiding him Though Never From himself And only towards daylight Did he pass off Into a condition Of Unconsciousness He must have slept Very Late Indeed too For he woke to Find Sunlight in the Room And the Housemaid That tall dignified Girl who Had tried to be kind Dusting and sweeping energetically He screamed to her But his Voice was too feeble To make itself heard Above the Sweeping The high pitched squeak Was scarcely audible Even to himself Presently she approached the bed And flung the Sheets back That's funny She observed Could Have sworn i saw something move She gave a hurried look Then went on sweeping But in the process She had tossed his person Now No Larger than a starved mouse Out onto the carpet He cried aloud In his anguish But the Squeak was too faint to be Audible Ugh Exclaimed the girl Jumping to one side There's that horrid Mouse Again Dead too I do declare And then without being aware of the fact She swept him up With the dust And bits of paper Into Her pan Whereupon sir timothy awoke With a bad start And perceived that his train Was running Somewhat uneasily Into king's cross And that he had Slept nearly the whole way End of section 4 Section five of Ten-Minute Stories by Algernon Blackwood.

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Read by Ben Tucker.

But in Hebrew, the word literally means wrapping a wound, like a battlefield wound, a sick room wound.

It's what you have when you have an injury that's real, something that's Bleeding, hurting, and recovery is going to take time.

And this wording, this picture kind of shows up throughout scriptures when you look for it.

The prophet Hosea calling Israel back to God uses both these words.

I know.

And what a two couple, so much the final two episodes, Earthquaken and Bleeding.

Time Jumps.

Weddings and my God.