1. Damaged shafts showing corrosion damage 2. Grit blasted and machined shaft 3. Undercut rebuilt with Belzona 1111, ready for final machining. 4. Completed shafts, ready for fitment.When you found your boyfriend in bed with your roommate, why did you storm out of the house and head directly to the mall? Hmmm?
Do you indulge in such “retail therapy” behaviors? Then you may be a consumerism addict. No worries. You’re not alone. Hordes of people stroll about town every day with giant (and often designer-labeled) monkeys on their backs, and the majority of ’em are completely oblivious to it. But is getting your fix from a new pair of shoes that dangerous?
If you or someone you know is a shopaholic, or if you just want to learn more about consumerism as an addiction, check out psychiatrist Aynne Henry’s “Crazed Consumers: Behind the Psychology of Shopping” lecture.
To an N parent, who is having paranoid thoughts and listening to the inner movie of what other people are thinking and doing when they aren't there, and day is a long, long time. Even an hour or a few minutes can seem like eternity for them. 

I can vouch for that, even with just fleas (at least, I hope it was just fleas for me), as I remember when I was younger and still full blown into all my inherited N barnacles, that waiting for a reply to an email or a phone call was like an eternity - and I would have terrible ideas of why they weren't contacting me back. 

I'm sure for a full blown N, it's fifty times worse.

Still - it's annoying and makes one want to throw their phone across the room. Texting, like FB, is a N's dream. It can allow for some serious boundary crossing without much effort at all!Why does my hip keep clicking when I walk? So sore, hurts. I am going 5 month after surgery.
i am 71 year old female. i fell, broke my leg and crushed my ankle. they done surgery on leg. its fine. i was sent to rehab.. somehow my hip got broke. they done surgery on it, but it will not get well. i clicks when i walk, hurts so bad, stays so sore, this makes 5 months of this.
The noises or sensations you are feeling can be a number of things. It can be the knee replacement components, where you have friction. Also it's possible that it can be tendons, and scar tissue that has built up around the area or that was there even prior to surgery.
It is something many of those who have had total knee replacement surgery many years ago will sense.
It is not uncommon, as you still have an accumulation of fluid inside your knee capsule which is a combination of water, blood, and synovial fluid.
Did you see your hip surgeon? What did he say? Get a hip X-ray or CT scan to find out.
Hi, Velma. You are suggested to take a CT scan of your hip to check what is going on inside. If there is no contraindication, you'd better take an MRI scan. If your hip is hard to mend, you may consider hip replacement. The click sound indicates loss of cartilages or bad function of the joint surface.
Allura woke to the feeling of something touching her, a playful tugging on her hair. She tried to roll over to get away from it, not yet ready to wake up, but the touching persisted. “Cheddar stop it.”  Her hand landed on something, a hand that was definitely bigger than the mouse.
Suddenly wide awake, her eyes snapped open, Allura not quite containing the gasp that escaped her. “Lotor!” He smiled pleasantly at her, kneeling down besides the bed, the bright yellow of her hair a stark contrast against the blue of his hand. He was still wearing his dirtied and torn uniform, Allura quick to realize the ship most likely did not have shirts that could fit the Drule’s broad chest.
Seeing him there made her realize it could only mean one thing, Allura voicing her fear out loud. “Are we there yet?” Lotor nodded, his golden eyes showing the relief he felt at being so close to Doom. 
“And….what will happen to me when we get there?” Allura asked. She was scared of the answer, but the not knowing was worse. It left her mind to imagine all sorts of horrible scenarios, each one more frightening than the last.
Allura closed her eyes, swallowing nervously. She wasn’t sure if relief was the word that described the feelings she felt, Allura knowing Lotor was somewhat preferable to King Zarkon. But his constant handling of her, the touches and the kisses set her on edge, making her worry about just what Lotor intended to do with her.
“I’m going to ask my father for permission to marry you.” His words had her opening her eyes, Allura staring at him in wide eyed disbelief.
“I’m what?” Lotor wanted to know.
“I don’t want to dictate to anyone!” protested Allura. “That is not the way a proper ruler acts! You work for the people, not them for you!” Lotor threw back his head and laughed, highly amused.
“What do you mean?” Allura asked, feeling anger at his words.
“And I suppose you think that someone is you.” She hissed.
“Yes.” A self satisfied smile on his face. “I do.” The urge to slap him was strong in her, Allura wanting to wipe that smirk off his face. Instead she curled her fingers into fists, feeling her nails dig into her palms.
“So now you make threats to get my consent?” She said bitterly.
“They’ll have no freedom so long as Doom is tied to them.” Allura snapped.
“I said yes, damn you!” Allura shouted into his face, fists still curled tightly together.
“Yes!” Lotor breathed out triumphantly, and was suddenly pressing forward, his mouth capturing hers in mid scream. His hands grabbed at her wrists, keeping her from pushing him away, Lotor heaving his weight against her so that she ended up flat on her back. Allura made a cry of disgust, trying to turn her face to the side. He let her, planting his mouth firmly against her jaw line, placing ardent kisses along it’s length.
She squirmed beneath him, trying to get a knee up between their bodies but Lotor left her little room to maneuver. “Get off of me!”  It made her shudder, body shaking beneath his.
“You were doing a little more than just kissing!” Allura snapped, trying to get her hands free of his tight grip. He took the hint, and the instant he let go of her wrists, she slapped him, putting all her might into the blow.
“That almost hurt.” Lotor growled, annoyed.
“Good, I’m glad!” Allura retorted, relieved to see the desire had faded from his eyes. “Now let me up!!” She was relieved when he complied, pulling back so that she could sit up. It felt good to have his weight off her, and she brought a shaking hand upwards to brush back her hair.
“Then marry someone else!” Allura told him, still glaring.
“But you are the one I want.” He pointed out, hands reaching to smooth down her mussed hair.
Deep down she knew that, Allura not wanting to give him the satisfaction of accepting her lot in life. At least as long as she was miserable, she would be able to tell herself she hadn’t betrayed her people with her heart. She fixed him with her stoniest glare, seeing Lotor turn away from her. A quick step to the left, and he was at the desk, her eyes widening as his hands drew her attention to an object that lay there.
Handcuffs, a dark gray metal with a short length of chain between the two cuff rings. When Lotor turned back to her, they were in his hands, his expression unreadable as he approached her.
The cuff snapped onto her right wrist, the sound echoing too loudly in the small cabin. Lotor quickly caught hold of her left arm, securing her other wrist with the cuff. Immediately Allura tested the chain, trying to pull her hands apart. It clanked loudly, but held together her hands separated by mere inches of length. If possible, being handcuffed made her feel even more helpless, Allura staring glumly at her hands.
The ship rocked gently, the metal enhancing the loud thump it made as it sat itself down on the planet’s landing strip. Alllura didn’t need Lotor to tell her what she already knew. That they had arrived at their destination at long last.
“Let’s go.” Lotor said, hands pulling on her arm, guiding her to stand. She thought about fighting him, about making a huge scene of refusing to leave the cabin, but she knew in the end it would make no difference. She could either exit the ship with as much of her dignity intact, or be dragged, kicking and screaming like a hysterical woman. She knew which method she preferred, her feet moving her forward as she walked with Lotor.
His men were finishing up the shut down procedures when they emerged from the cabin, view screens shutting off one by one. Two of the aliens stood up, hurrying over to the door that led to the outside world. They took up positions