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	<title>Comments on: This is why the trains don&#8217;t run on time</title>
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	<description>You&#039;ll laugh you ass off. (I did.)</description>
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		<title>By: A-M</title>
		<link>http://pastaqueen.com/blog/2007/01/this-is-why-the-trains-dont-run-on-time/comment-page-1/#comment-186937</link>
		<dc:creator>A-M</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2011 09:29:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Old post but it made me chuckle because the only time I have ever fainted was...on a subway train, or the tube as we say in London. I had been up all night in a hotel room, puking and pooping with a nasty stomach bug (sorry for tmi) and ruining my last holiday night in the capital. We had to get to the bus station to get our bus home, so we had to get the underground there. The combination of confined warm space, movement, tunnels, illness and lack of food set me off within 30 seconds. Poor ol&#039; husband had to carry me AND our luggage off at the next stop. We caught a taxi to the bus station. Above ground I was much better!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Old post but it made me chuckle because the only time I have ever fainted was&#8230;on a subway train, or the tube as we say in London. I had been up all night in a hotel room, puking and pooping with a nasty stomach bug (sorry for tmi) and ruining my last holiday night in the capital. We had to get to the bus station to get our bus home, so we had to get the underground there. The combination of confined warm space, movement, tunnels, illness and lack of food set me off within 30 seconds. Poor ol&#8217; husband had to carry me AND our luggage off at the next stop. We caught a taxi to the bus station. Above ground I was much better!</p>
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		<title>By: Alpha Mom</title>
		<link>http://pastaqueen.com/blog/2007/01/this-is-why-the-trains-dont-run-on-time/comment-page-1/#comment-3165</link>
		<dc:creator>Alpha Mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Jan 2007 13:58:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>LOL!Reminds me of my very Victorian grandmother, who could faint on command when necessary to stop an argument between my dad and his brother. She ALWAYS managed to work her way around the room so she could faint into this certain easy chair. And it ALWAYS worked--ended the argument, with everyone fawning over her.

Come to think of it, she had had 2/3 of her stomach removed due to an ulcer [apparently state of the art treatment in that day...]. Maybe the poor woman was HUNGRY!

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>LOL!Reminds me of my very Victorian grandmother, who could faint on command when necessary to stop an argument between my dad and his brother. She ALWAYS managed to work her way around the room so she could faint into this certain easy chair. And it ALWAYS worked&#8211;ended the argument, with everyone fawning over her.</p>
<p>Come to think of it, she had had 2/3 of her stomach removed due to an ulcer [apparently state of the art treatment in that day...]. Maybe the poor woman was HUNGRY!</p>
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		<title>By: christie</title>
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		<dc:creator>christie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 15:41:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve never fainted either although I&#039;ve felt close a couple of times. The closest was in grade school when I lived in Florida and we went on a field trip through some sort of bog. It was like 100 degrees and humid and the sun was staring down at me and I hadn&#039;t eaten. But still, no fainting.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve never fainted either although I&#8217;ve felt close a couple of times. The closest was in grade school when I lived in Florida and we went on a field trip through some sort of bog. It was like 100 degrees and humid and the sun was staring down at me and I hadn&#8217;t eaten. But still, no fainting.</p>
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		<title>By: Denny</title>
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		<dc:creator>Denny</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Jan 2007 06:02:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi

Forgive me cos you&#039;ve probably been asked this a million times before...presumably you&#039;ve tried to diet in the past, why do you think this time was different? (was it the preparation and planning or your attitude or something else that inspired you in a way that you hadn&#039;t been inspired before?)

You inspire me.

Denny

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi</p>
<p>Forgive me cos you&#8217;ve probably been asked this a million times before&#8230;presumably you&#8217;ve tried to diet in the past, why do you think this time was different? (was it the preparation and planning or your attitude or something else that inspired you in a way that you hadn&#8217;t been inspired before?)</p>
<p>You inspire me.</p>
<p>Denny</p>
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		<title>By: Erin</title>
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		<dc:creator>Erin</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 23:12:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I always thought fainting would be sort of elegant and romantic until I actually did faint during a choir concert in college and the only thing that happened was everything turned black, I sank to my knees on the steps of the church in which we were performing, and my professor audibly said &quot;Jesus Christ&quot; and just kept on conducting while my mom ran up and helped me off.

It was definitely one of the low points in my life, and I&#039;ve found since then you can really only get away with it if you weigh 84 pounds and carry a lace handkerchief.  Maybe I&#039;ll aspire to that someday.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always thought fainting would be sort of elegant and romantic until I actually did faint during a choir concert in college and the only thing that happened was everything turned black, I sank to my knees on the steps of the church in which we were performing, and my professor audibly said &#8220;Jesus Christ&#8221; and just kept on conducting while my mom ran up and helped me off.</p>
<p>It was definitely one of the low points in my life, and I&#8217;ve found since then you can really only get away with it if you weigh 84 pounds and carry a lace handkerchief.  Maybe I&#8217;ll aspire to that someday.</p>
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		<title>By: MonicaMay</title>
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		<dc:creator>MonicaMay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 22:44:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I feel faint after a day of not eating. Then, I overeat, and I end feeling even more faint. There has to be a happy medium somewhere. lol

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I feel faint after a day of not eating. Then, I overeat, and I end feeling even more faint. There has to be a happy medium somewhere. lol</p>
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		<title>By: Monica</title>
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		<dc:creator>Monica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 18:47:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Women used to faint a lot more because of the corsets and girdles they had to wear. They constrict both your circulation and breathing and a stressful situation can obviously aggravate it. That, and playing fragile to attract men. Just like they were supposed to giggle constantly and never say anything that might outsmart a man.

Okay, done with the rant.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Women used to faint a lot more because of the corsets and girdles they had to wear. They constrict both your circulation and breathing and a stressful situation can obviously aggravate it. That, and playing fragile to attract men. Just like they were supposed to giggle constantly and never say anything that might outsmart a man.</p>
<p>Okay, done with the rant.</p>
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		<title>By: Rachel</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 18:39:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I saw a kid faint after he got his vaccinations. I was in line right after him and as soon as the lady administering the shots found out about my severe needle phobia she wouldn&#039;t let me stand up for about five minutes after I got poked just in case I was going to faint, too. I didn&#039;t, though. Fainting is for pansy southern belles. Even needle phobics have their limits.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I saw a kid faint after he got his vaccinations. I was in line right after him and as soon as the lady administering the shots found out about my severe needle phobia she wouldn&#8217;t let me stand up for about five minutes after I got poked just in case I was going to faint, too. I didn&#8217;t, though. Fainting is for pansy southern belles. Even needle phobics have their limits.</p>
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		<title>By: lme</title>
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		<dc:creator>lme</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 14:57:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I passed out once in a subway station in Berlin. I had been starving myself, and had just arrived in Berlin and had not yet slept. Basically went from the airport straight out with some German friends. So no sleep, plus no food, plus a few beers and then racing my then-husband up the stairs to the train platform made me pass out. The last thing I remembered before snapping out of it back in the room where we were staying was my legs buckling underneath me. Some stranger had ridden the train with my husband and helped carry me to the room.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I passed out once in a subway station in Berlin. I had been starving myself, and had just arrived in Berlin and had not yet slept. Basically went from the airport straight out with some German friends. So no sleep, plus no food, plus a few beers and then racing my then-husband up the stairs to the train platform made me pass out. The last thing I remembered before snapping out of it back in the room where we were staying was my legs buckling underneath me. Some stranger had ridden the train with my husband and helped carry me to the room.</p>
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		<title>By: Annie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Jan 2007 14:50:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have passed out a few times, one of them being at the vet&#039;s office.  The kitty I had at the time had got bit by a dog and it swelled up the size of a softball over night.  So in the morning I had ran the kitty to the vet.  I thought it was hot in the office.  When the vet went to check out the kitty the place busted and nasty stuff went all over the place. I was already hot and felt like I couldn&#039;t breath good, next thing I knew I was on his couch in the waiting area outside where he was working and being told I had blacked out and hit my head on the door way (where I had been watching him work on the kitty).  I think I got a good discount for it cause he keep the cat for 3 days and got it all fixed up and I only got a bill for 35 bucks. LOL  The other times I passed out I dropped at nursing homes and once getting blood taken.  Not sure why I have done it.  The cat was the only time there was really anything gross happen and normally gross don&#039;t bother me unless it someone getting &quot;sick&quot; and that doesn&#039;t make me passout..just turns me a few shades of green.

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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have passed out a few times, one of them being at the vet&#8217;s office.  The kitty I had at the time had got bit by a dog and it swelled up the size of a softball over night.  So in the morning I had ran the kitty to the vet.  I thought it was hot in the office.  When the vet went to check out the kitty the place busted and nasty stuff went all over the place. I was already hot and felt like I couldn&#8217;t breath good, next thing I knew I was on his couch in the waiting area outside where he was working and being told I had blacked out and hit my head on the door way (where I had been watching him work on the kitty).  I think I got a good discount for it cause he keep the cat for 3 days and got it all fixed up and I only got a bill for 35 bucks. LOL  The other times I passed out I dropped at nursing homes and once getting blood taken.  Not sure why I have done it.  The cat was the only time there was really anything gross happen and normally gross don&#8217;t bother me unless it someone getting &#8220;sick&#8221; and that doesn&#8217;t make me passout..just turns me a few shades of green.</p>
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