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So, um, don't consider this sound medical advice at all or anything, but just fyi:
  • If you have teeth coming in and they're at the point that they're stretching and rubbing little holes in your gums until they split

  • And especially if one of them is halfway in but there's still just a stupid band of gum covering the back half that food likes to get caught under

  • And all of this hurts like fuck

  • And you think "I bet I could just slit the gum right across the top of the hidden tooth and free it up a bit instead of enduring all this slow flesh-splitting misery"

  • And you have access to scalpels/really sharp microscissors/something you can sterilize

  • This is actually

  • A really good plan.

No seriously, I'd been thinking about doing it forever, and the pain finally got bad enough last night after I managed to wedge food under my gums though the tiny hole the tooth had worn away (this happens all the time with the one that was halfway in, but another just recently decided to start making an appearance so the gum was way more stretched and thus getting something under it was excruciating) that I just went for it, and it feels so much better now. Even immediately, while still spitting out gobs of blood, I was in 293487230 times less pain. Morning after, there's kind of mild achyness, but not even enough to bother taking an aspirin for and still less bothersome than the usual flesh-splitting misery; it feels more like I just bruised it a bit while messing around back there. Totally not kidding when I say that I wish I'd done it ages ago.

Only downside is that there is rather a lot of blood involved. If I'd had a 12-blade scalpel, it would have been a lot easier because I could have just stuck the curvy tip into the hole in my gums and slit straight upwards, but I only had 10-blades, so I ended up trying both sticking it in the hole and pushing laterally with the blade upwards and just pressing straight down through the gum on top of the tooth. The former method worked much better, as with the latter, you'd feel the crunch of some of the tissue splitting but not actually be making it the full thickness to the tooth (and then have to wait until the bleeding slowed down so you could see the field and try again).

/fuck yeah home surgery
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Is it weird to cry about not being in pain and feeling kind of good?

TL;DR — omg Valium + Gabapentin is all I want for Christmas.

I took a Valium for my dentist appointment, and some of my dad’s Gabapentin afterwards because I have some kind of nerve issue on one side of my mouth that becomes excruciating when people poke around in there idk.

And this evening was probably the best I have felt in recent memory, easily.

I don’t realize how just generally on edge I am until I’m not anymore. Feeling relaxed is such a foreign concept to me that it was almost weird. And my mouth stopped hurting, and the fibro pain that’s been killing my back lately went away, and I was able to straighten my legs after sitting crosslegged without literally rolling around and biting my fist to keep from crying, and EVERYTHING WAS BRILLIANT.

I wanted to play music and write stories and go run around with my dogs outside and frolic in the sun and I’m pretty sure this is how life is supposed to feel for normal people.

It’s long been a wonder of mine how much my depression contributes to my chronic pain and how much my chronic pain contributes to my depression, and this certainly seems to lend support to my theory that fixing the pain would make me a much happier person.

But then I started thinking about how it’s all going to wear off in a little while and then all the crying because askdjfalskdjf I want to feel like this forever. WHY CAN’T I JUST BE A NORMAL PERSON WITH NORMAL PERSON FEELS AND NORMAL PERSON LACK-OF-PAIN?
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Sometimes, taking my ADD meds makes things even worse.

They make it so I can only concentrate on one thing at once, somehow, which would be okay if I hadn’t spent 20+ years training myself to live with horrible, horrible ADD by OMG MULTITASKING ALL THE TIME.

Also, Ritalin is kind of a fantastic (if temporary) antidepressant, and one of the side effects of that is this IMMA DO THIS AND FIX THIS AND KNIT A HAT AND STUDY FOR THIS TEST AND PLAY THIS GAME AND ALSO DO THIS THING I’VE BEEN PUTTING OFF AND THAT ONE AND GO TO THE GYM AND SAVE THE WORLD mentality. So I try to multitask like normal on a highly increased number of tasks and nothing gets done.

Basically, I’m normally a 2.2ghz hyperthreading, quad-core processor, and Ritalin turns me into a 4.6ghz single-core processor. Because of the extra speed, you feel like you can open more programs at once, but this is not the case.
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I think the only reason I didn't cry at Harry Potter was because of my anti-depressants. And while it's nice that I'm not, you know, seriously contemplating suicide because now I have nothing else to live for, I sort of feel . . . cheated. I've been upset/anxious/wary/sad/excited about this for months now, and then nothing. It was sad, but the only part where tears even threatened to spill down was the moment the credits began to roll. During the actual film, my favorite characters were dying left and right and I was just like "oh."

Basically, I cried much much much harder at the book. I'm not sure whether that's a flaw in the translation of the book to the screen or a flaw in my personal emotional response, but judging by how much everybody else seemed to find the movie appropriately upsetting, I think it has to be the latter.
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Hello, 9:30 am. Ahh, finals and their unique ability to force you to stay up for days straight and then give you no reason to resume a normal sleeping schedule for some time afterwards.

Not looking forward to putting the computer away simply because sleep has been less than restful since I clench my jaw worse while sleeping than any other time. Problem is that I don't clench my teeth together, but rather outward in sort of a grimace, which means commercial remedies like a mouthguard are of no help. Also, I do it while I'm awake without being able to stop it; it's pretty blatantly a neurological side effect of the medication, as it also tends to start at a predictable time after taking the medicine and stop when it approaches 20-24 hours after a dose. So that's more than a little disconcerting.

I'd like to think the Effexor is working on my depression and anxiety, but the problem is that you just can't compare my stress/depression/anxiety levels during an 18 hour semester of graduate molecular biology courses to the levels after the semester has ended. (Even though I'm taking a few classes this summer, it's just no comparison.) I think I'm giving it the benefit of the doubt for the summer (as I do think it's been decreasing my appetite, which is welcome) but I'm not so sure I can handle the jaw stuff it's giving me -- waking up and spending the next 12 hours in huge amounts of jaw pain leading to tension headaches leading to migraines every day is not going to fly. I realized I've unconsciously gone to taking several 1-2 hour naps over a 12-14 hour period instead of having one long sleep, I think just so I can wake up for a little bit and give my jaw a rest; that's fine on the weekends, but probably isn't even going to be possible these next three weeks during my first summer class.

So basically, I'm still hoping it stops, but we're beginning week 4 of the drug and it hasn't yet, so I'm not hopeful. We'll see how long I can take the pain.
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Spent several hours on Sunday collecting names and phone numbers and everything of about 10 different psychiatrists sorted by increasing distance from home (since there are only 2 covered by my insurance here in my university's entire city, despite it being the 3rd biggest in the state). Was planning to call as many as it took this morning to hopefully find somebody who could fit me in on Thursday to tack on an anxiety disorder diagnosis and get some horse tranquilizers to maybe get me through the rest of the semester without, you know, having a panic attack so bad (or continuing on this unbreakable series of them) that I kill myself.

But then I realized. If I don't get my lupus/fibro/whatever diagnosis legitimized by a rheumatologist before I get psych diagnoses, it will be impossible for me to find a doctor who will look twice at any organic cause of my issues ever again. Especially because I don't have a very elevated ANA and need to find somebody who will try treating me based on mostly self-reported symptoms (you'd think the malar rash would be sufficient, but since I've figured out my triggers for that, I only have two or three bad ones a year, and what are the chances of making it in to a rheumy on one of those pairs of days?).

So.

Um.

Fuck.
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HAHAHAHAHA, and when it rains.

It turns out I'm not going home this weekend because Dad's surgery got postponed because he apparently (for the first time ever even getting a slightly funny result) failed the chemical cardiac stress test.

Right around the same time that my mother failed a mammogram. (Which, you know, significantly less worrying, but she is around that age.)

So tomorrow, instead of surgery, Mom's got to get a spot compression mammogram and Dad's going to a cardiologist to see if he can get cleared; otherwise (and chances are) he's going to have to go on blood thinners (hahahahaha) to prevent throwing a clot (hahahahaha) and then the surgery is postponed indefinitely and they'll have to just go ahead with the chemo first.

I mean, I guess it's super good that they caught whatever (idk, probably just arterial blockage) before he was symptomatic, because his mom had her first stroke at 50 and he's what, like 56 now, but this is just kind of a lot right now.


In kitten news, this means [personal profile] sixgunsound's mom is coming down instead to pick up the kids and take them to get checked out. I guess it's going to be just see if they can hear a murmur and then maybe consider more imaging from there, because it's fucking expensive. I find that I SUPER DO NOT WANT to let them go anywhere without me right now in that bereaved parent sort of way. Also, dear self: if you could manage to not start crying again every 10 minutes, that'd be good. That headache you get from crying is a bitch.
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AGH and this is an irregular installment in I-generally-only-write-in-here-when-bad-things-happen.

TL;DR -- kitten died; I am le sad. )
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Blatent crosspost from mah tumblr, because believe it or not I think I actually have more LJ friends than Tumblr followers idek.

AGH

FUCKING HOUSE OF REPRESENTATIVES

FUCKING REPUBLICANS

I AM SO UPSET RIGHT NOW

LIKE, LITERALLY SHAKING

HOW CAN YOU DO THIS

I KNOW IT’S PROBABLY NOT GOING TO MAKE IT THROUGH THE SENATE BUT JESUS FUCK

I DON’T THINK I HAVE EVER BEEN THIS UPSET ABOUT ANYTHING POLITICAL EVER

THANKS A LOT, GUYS, I’LL JUST KEEP ON DEALING WITH MY CHRONIC ILLNESSES WITH ABSOLUTELY NO SUPPORT WHATSOEVER BECAUSE I’M AFRAID OF THEM BEING COUNTED AS PRE-EXISTING CONDITIONS WHEN I HAVE TO SWITCH OFF OF MY PARENTS’ INSURANCE

I DON’T EVEN HAVE A GIF THAT CAN EXPRESS MY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW BECAUSE MY CHEST HURTS WITH HOW ANGRY SAD BETRAYED I AM

This has been a post.
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Fall break = \o/

I get home, and mom's like "hey, got a copy of dad's pet scan this time, want to see it?" I'm like "sweeeet, medical geekage." = \o/

Giant white spot in the middle of one of his lungs that wasn't there 8 months ago = /°\


Also, from the third hand info I'm getting, the guy is trying to tell them that it's totally different cancer. I'm like ya rly? Suuuuuure. Previously generally healthy (minus diabetes, but very well controlled) guy in his 50s with randomly multiple simultaneous cancers? Hahaha, no. I mean, obvs possible, but give me a fucking break. You just don't want it to count as a metastasis because then the surgeon's numbers go down (dude boasts this like high-80% cure rate after just surgery and mid-90% cure rate after surgery and radiation, and dad having had both and it still spreading means both would drop). Pics of the matching tumor genomic sequences or it didn't happen, bitch. Also, stfu "oh, it looks like it was the shadow we saw last time". I looked at the pet scan last time and there was no lung spot, so it obviously hadn't angiogenesised up, and if you thought there was a mass on the CT, why the motherfuck didn't you check?

If there's anything in the entire world that could possibly make me want to become a doctor more than I already do, it's this unending incompetence that I keep seeing with dad's health, all the way back to when he first started going to his GP for sore throats and swollen lymph nodes and stuff and just kept walking away with antibiotics when at the very least, the last time or two he went, you could have seen the tumor in his throat with a fucking tongue depressor.
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From SlashDot
"The FDA has determined that Tylenol enhancing pain killers are dangerous enough to potentially be pulled from the market. Drugs including Vicodin, Hydrocodone, Lortab, Maxidone, Norco, Zydone, Tylenol with codeine, Percocet, Endocet, and Darvocet may be permanently banned from the US market, even if the patient has a prescription from a doctor. The problem is the key ingredient — acetaminophen — can easily damage or destroy a patient's liver if more than 2000 mg are used per day. In many cases that means if you take a pain killer and then take two extra strength Tylenol, you may have gone over the maximum dosage per day."

Yet again, some people are idiots so the rest of us have to suffer (this time, quite literally). I don't remember where I heard this example, but it's like banning steak because babies can't chew it and therefore might choke. If you use common sense and read the label and, you know, count how many mg you're taking, you won't have a problem.
commotiocordis: Green on black, an animated depiction of a normal heart rhythm on an ECG monitor. (Criminal Minds)
"A vaccine was used to protect humans from a version of swine flu in the US in 1976. However, it caused serious side effects, including an estimated 500 cases of Guillain-Barré syndrome. There were more deaths from the vaccine than the outbreak."
Health Q&A: What is Swine Flu

This? Why I've never gotten a flu shot. I've never seen numbers before, though, I just thought it was a mild possibility and that in my non-immunocompromised situation, sucking it up with the flu for two weeks was better than any chance at something like that. Really puts it into perspective.

Man, thank god it's nearly summer here, though. Schools will start closing for break soon, which will mitigate any danger if we decide to close them in certain places. Personally, I think that if they do start closing things, colleges should be the first to do so (and not just because I'm at one). Most of them will be done in the next few weeks anyway, but you're in even closer contact than with school-aged kids because of the dorms. You might not have as fragile an immune system (though approaching finals time, I'd bet poor nutrition + no sleep puts us all close), but if it spreads, it'd spread fast. Dining halls? They're hardly the most sanitary of places. I have no illusions that people don't pick up two forks and then put one back, things like that. We would all die lickety split.

A totally random thing because I was looking at the grocery ad online: why do they say "Advertised special" in the advertisement? Aren't they all, by definition, if they're in there, advertised specials?

Some more Swine Flu talk.

WHO to stop using term 'swine flu' to protect pigs after Egypt started slaughtering all of theirs yesterday. Seriously, guys, are you really that stupid that you wouldn't, idk, ask somebody first if the pigs were actually dangerous? Rather sad, however, is that it's a pretty blatantly racist move. Who is hurt by their mass slaughter? The farmers, yes, and the Christians. Most of Egypt doesn't eat pork. Do you think that if they did, they would have been so hasty?

But WHO? I think that ship has sailed. Influenza A just doesn't have that porcine ring to it.

They're even trying to make a big deal about some White House staffer who, along with his family, all have it. Seriously, guys, it's just a different type of flu. It's weird that it's spreading all crazy like, but unless there's something else going on with your immune system, it's just going to make you feel like dying. Last theory I heard (possibly in a practitioners' update from the NIH?) was that there was some other virus in that town in Mexico where all the deaths happened that was synergistically making them more susceptible to the flu.
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Scientists Identify Lab-Made Proteins That Neutralize Multiple Strains of Seasonal and Pandemic Flu

Way to go, science.

On another note, I was thinking this morning about how we hadn't had a psychology test in a while. Figured it might be Wednesday or something, because though I wasn't there Friday, I know that a date had never been mentioned before that. Nope. Today.

Thankfully, it was unbelievably easy as usual. I really want to ask if I can just take the final and do the term paper and skip the rest of the class, because going is really a waste of my time. The term paper is going to be killer fun, though--it's a psychological profile of a fictional character. There are so many choices--House would be fun, but I think he'd be a pretty common one (I seem to remember the teacher mentioning him as an example), and the first person that came to mind was Olivia Benson. I think we were right in the middle of her PTSD plotline when he introduced the project, so that'd be why she popped into my head. She's got way enough issues to talk about.
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O. M. F. G.

Marburg hemorrhagic fever, imported case, UNITED STATES

LOL at how they retrospectively diagnosed it, though.

Atm, I'm in the first floor of the biomedical sciences building while my gel runs upstairs because I've got a shitload of work and no time to do it. I've been getting maybe 4 hours of sleep each of the last three days, which doesn't make me happy as with my 8 and 9 am classes, I was trying to be in bed by midnight. Yeah, that worked until I got, idk, actual homework.

And now I'm swamped, between the lab and mock trial right now. The former is new and weird. Though this is only my third day working in there, so it's understandable, and I am really getting the hang of things because I know what I'm doing, just not where everything is, LOL; keeping the notebook is the hard bit--I'm not sure how much/what to write out. As there's a large continuum of detailedness in procedure, especially since it's all written out for me already as standards and I only really have to mark down changes I make (different buffers, annealing temperatures for the PCR, etc.) And I'll definitely have enough to actually write it up when I'm done, but I'm not sure how much the supervisor wants in terms of that kiddish bullshit regarding actually enumerating every item you ever even think about touching in the materials section, etc.

MT is. . . interesting. We're just prepping every witness just in case, which is what I'd been advocating forever, but now we have enough people to do it. I'm pretty much pissed at most of the people, though, as they just jumped in on Sunday so they could get to go with us to Columbia for the competition. And worried, as I've never heard any of them do anything mock trial-y. And one of them not even talk, really. I'm worried about him the most, as he's not even in Phi Alpha Delta (the pre-law fraternity that's sponsoring the MT team) and. . . doesn't really strike me as intelligent. I mean, at all. But as a result of this last-minute thing, we don't have an overall case strategy, nobody's working with each other to coordinate examinations (because sometimes you've got to make sure somebody says something earlier so you can get in what you want later), etc. So we're pretty much going to get our asses kicked, which I severely dislike. Because I'm good at this mock trial stuff, but I'm having to spend all my time just trying to get everybody (or even some of everybody) in the same room at the same time. We had both of the other lawyers and one of my two definitely-going-to-be-used witnesses not show up to the meeting on Sunday, so I can only hope that they didn't just quit on me or something. I don't understand why people here think they don't have to make any kind of comittment--it's only since the president of PAD intervened for me and started browbeating people that anybody would show up, since I've got no incentive/disincentive to enforce to ensure attendance. But seriously? Nobody seems to get that you've got to make the meeting times fit, you can't just say "oh, I've got work, can't show"--it's called asking off, seeing as how MT'll be over in a few weeks, it's not like it's going to be forever.

And I've got my microbiology test tomorrow that I'm going to fail since I still can't get the book (they're out at the bookstore; they offered to order me one, but I'll be damned if I'm paying the new price much less also the "having to ship it in" fee that I've heard they tack on)

And a psychology test that I'm going to spend all of 5 minutes looking over stuff for because I'm fairly certain I can take this class's final right now and pull at least a 97% but still adds to the stress

And chemistry lab (and thus in-lab quiz and writeup) tomorrow.

And journal entries due for Hero and Quest reflecting over material I haven't actually read all of. These being that which I was up until 1 and then from 3:30-6ish doing two weeks worth of last night (and it actually did take me that long, because of both the ADD from hell that's decided to be a bitch this semester simply because my doctor moved to Wisconsin so I've got no way of getting my meds for it reupped again), but it turns out that even though we didn't have class at all the third week, we've still got to do one.

And to add insult to injury, I was all excited about lunch today because it was some French theme and one of the counters was going to be fruit and cheese dessert. Which I thought might mean decent fruit (berries and such instead of the standard apple/orange/pear/banana/grapefruit rotating selection they've got of fresh, and nasty mushy sugary frozen/canned other fruits). With no interest in dinner (chicken strips and mashed potatoes/macaroni and cheese in both dining halls, blech--since they're for some reason killer popular, that's all it would have been at all the counters and in both places on the same day, which just seems stupid to me), that was going to be it for me for the day, but no. That dining place has a power outage.

And the chairs that I'm in in the computer lab have the most worthless backs in the history of chairs. Which would be okay if you just didn't use them, like stools; painful but doable. But no. The seat is slanted backwards so as to tip you back towards the back, which then leans so far back that I'd probably fall asleep if I stayed that way for more than a few seconds.


On a less-whiny (okay, still whiny, but different topic) note, House last night. How long after all the hoopla was that last scene supposed to have taken place? They didn't establish any kind of time passage, I think, which is fail. Because really? Not so much with the sexing after all that medical shit goes down. (Plus, erm, not really a fan of the 14.)
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Clicked on a featured story on the Yahoo home page (one of the mini!featured stories listed in little links under the real featured one, actually; "Designer brings pajamas to the street" below "$43,000 suit sells well during recession"). And the tab that popped up (I haven't opened it yet) says "Yamamoto brings sleepwear onto t. . . " and whatever after that. Presumably Yamamoto is the aforementioned designer. And all I could think of was "but we killed Yamamoto!" LOLOL, West Wing geekage.

Finally got around to watching all of the Face of the Enemy BSG webisodes. The Gaeta plot twist in last night's episode makes more sense now, though I'm going to watch the webisodes again because I was (as per usual) sort of half paying attention and thus wasn't clear on the whole Gaeta/Sharon/people on the planet deal.

Let's see, what else. Umm, pissed that I'm not home this weekend, because it's the weekend of the open call for extras for Clooney's On the Air that's filming in the STL. To add insult to injury, the open call's at the mall that's all of a 10 minute walk from my house. And I can't just fill out the form and send it in because they need a picture as well, and I don't have a color printer here. May try to make the family do it for me and just drop it by the casting office (right down the road from aforementioned mall) once I pick out a picture (I don't have any recent ones that make me look oldish, which I have the feeling is what they're looking for), but first I've got to figure out the answers--I spend most of my time in t-shirts and workout pants now, both because of the comfort factor and the way my weight keeps bouncing around, so I've got very little idea on my clothes' sizes, and absolutely none on a dress size (especially because I'm still quite busty, so though I'm okay in pants and shirts because I can size them individually, I might have to go up one or two from the size for the rest of my body to find a dress that'll fit my chest).

CDC's sexually transmitted infections report came out a bit ago. Still not ever going to have sex in St. Louis, kthx: #1 again in gonorrhea and chlamydia. Umm. . . at least we're not the most dangerous anymore? Though LOL, I suppose that depends on how you define "danger".

Heard some people talking at brunch this morning (meaning, erm, yesterday morning) about the inauguration (a word which I still cannot spell--I leave out the first 'u' every time) music being taped. I think they misinterpreted the story, though--thinking, I believe, of the story with the little girls in China where one sang the anthem and another lip-synched it because the first wasn't attractive enough. This is Yo Yo Ma, Itzhak Perlman, Anthony McGill, and some pianist whose name I didn't recognize but is undoubtedly of the same caliber. There is no one else who could stand behind them and play that music while they waved their bows/fingers. It was still them, just prerecorded.

And still. Have you ever tried to play in the cold? I have, fairly often with Fiddlers. Think about how your fingers feel when they're exposed in the winter. Stiff and painful, no? Now add to that your instrument gumming up in much the same way and bitter wind blowing around while you're trying to pull a light wood-and-horse-hair bow in a smooth line across a very narrow target that will produce the optimum sound. From what Yo Yo Ma says, that's SOP for these events--they did it at Bush's goodbye thing a few days ago as well.

Oh, and so I don't forget. Was in Dillon's (grocery store down here, part of the Kroger chain, none of which we have in St. Louis) and picked up a Star Trek Magazine issue to flip through. At the end of Nana Visitor's interview, she says something about how cool it would have been to have there have been (wow--spend too long looking at those last few words and you'll really get confused) a switch between Kira and Intendant Kira that nobody knew about, so at the end, you've got everybody running off in different places leaving her in charge, and imagine all of the mischief she could have gotten up to with Ro Laren. Now I really want to write that, maybe tying it in with the Annika overthrowing her in the Dark Passions books (as the impetus for her semi-permanent defection to our realm), but I'd have to watch the 7th season again--I haven't seen most of the whole plotty section of DS9 with the war and all, just knowing it through fanon and the semi-canon of the novels. Still. Would be great.
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WOAH, SCIENCE FAIL. Tuesday's SVU--Fin suggests that the mom "stepped out", and that explains why a mom with type-A blood could give birth to a daughter with type B. And Elliot's all "Doctor Manning said that with her blood type, there's no way she gave birth to Heather." FAIL. Assuming the mom's heterozygous A, which in the US is common (also, point of interest, what my mother is), if the real father was B or AB, there's either a 50% or 25% chance that the daughter comes out type B depending on the dad's genotype.
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Well, shit. Panel warns biological attack likely by 2013 Self-fulfilling prophecy? Please to not be being in effect. Because this is the Armageddon scenario--back before cars and affordable (well, you know) plane flights and people jetting back and forth every day, we might have been able to survive it, but these days? Get something airborne and contageous enough and it's everywhere before anyone realizes it's out there. Nuclear weapons can't touch this. Add that to the report from the CDC that came out today stating that their pandemic drills revealed major supply issues, and let's face it. We're screwed.

"The United States should be less concerned that terrorists will become biologists and far more concerned that biologists will become terrorists," the report states.

Yeah. You know it, United States. That means you better work harder at keeping me happy. Federal government, I think that's going to take making me a tax-exempt entity, giving me an honorary BS so I can skip on to medical school (which you will then pay for), and hooking me up with a senior adviser position in the Obama administration. Now, bitches. LOL.


I keep hearing the old cellphone I use as an alarm giving me it's "I'm really, really close to dead" tone, but I can't find it. Argh.

A day (or maybe two, idk) later:

Jeeze, I'm backing up on posts. I've got one still half-written in my draft folder from Saturday, this one from Tuesday or so. Fail.

Note to self: Thursday, 12/4/08 = another uber!sensitive face allergy attack thing. Definitively noticed around noon, itching (not just pain this time) got really bad at 1. Around 4am, put on Duac gel, entire face. Also wearing 10% wool sweater (since about 7:30). Wore acrylic yarn knit hat in morning. Took Dipenhydramine 25mg at 3:20, shower (made redness worse, prolly because used the hard, chlorinated spray of warm water on face instead of scratching), then another Dipenhydramine at 3:55.

So of course this happens on the day of the initiation dinner to the pre-law frat, as well as the trivia night in the student union. Plus, I've not yet gymmed. Meaning that of course, it doesn't happen on a day where all I do is go to the dining hall and then the gym (or even a day when I'm home and just leave to hit the gym), but one of my 8-4 (3, this time, as the genetics lab final was quick) classes days where I have three separate semi-social outings afterwards and have to walk around the whole time with this mostly bright freaking red face. No kidding here, we're not talking a bit pink and irritated--my face is red. With the occasional white blotch of normal skin--two that I noticed when I glanced in the mirror as I passed, about quarter-sized on the right and dime on the left cheek (and they're not even symmetrical, to add insult to injury).
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Sex!Science time.

Multinational study on intravaginal ejaculation latency time--from initial penetration to ejaculation.

Some highlights.

A median IELT of 5.4 minutes. Out of a range from 44 minutes to 0.55. Ouch. Wouldn't you hate to be the one of 500 study participants who got their time highlighted in the write-up for only lasting 33 seconds?

But they had to throw out the Turkish men from part of the rest of the analysis. Why? Their median IELT was only 3.7 minutes. Country-wide ouch on that. If I were you, Turkey, I'd spend less time on tourism campaigns and work to reestablish the reputation of your country's manhood. Meanwhile, *crosses Turkish off of list of possible mate ethnicities*.

The best part of the study, though? The last line of the results section of the abstract. "The median IELT value was not affected by condom use." So if some jackass decides to try to pressure you (or your little sister/friend/whomever, for the chivalrous males out there), you've now got science to throw their bullshit back in their face. If you can't feel it, you're just not doing it right.

Speaking of (and this totally was a coincidence, that I happened to be posting about this study the day this happened), my opinion of one of my suitemates (I think Breanna, as Chelsea was staying in another room last weekend because she had a friend over and I'm fairly positive Kayla's not the type) just changed a great deal this afternoon. As I was taking out the trash and there was a condom wrapper stuck to the bottom of the bag. I say this: I do not judge you for having sex. In fact, I'm all for it, and mundo applause for using protection. I judge you, however, because strawberry? Seriously? Blech.
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Commentaries on teh nooz.

Rooster arrested in Benton, Ill.
"Police Chief Mike O'Neill says the rooster has been bothering people lately, trying to keep them from getting where they want to go. O'Neill says officers had enough on Monday and took the rooster into custody after what he described as a brief scuffle."

Cape Girardeau woman kills man who returned to rape her second time
You go, girl. And at age 57, too.

I did not know we had low-density lipoprotein (LDL) apheresis machines for, you know, public use. And in St. Louis, too--though I suppose I shouldn't be that surprised about either, as it doesn't seem like too much of a stretch from all the other apheresis machines, and what St. Louis doesn't have in being a huge population center, it makes up for with being huge in biotech lately. Only worth it for familial hypercholesterolemia and other such non-responsive to medications, but still cool to have around.
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You know, I saw a Facebook group that really made me think. Still banning all men who have sex with men from donating blood is pretty darn discriminatory. Sure, there's the window of undetectability of the virus, but the window's the same in people who engage in heterosexual content.

Statistics:
MSM (men who have sex with men) account for 45% of all HIV cases as of the end of 2003. [CDC/Kaiser Report]

Blacks made up about 47% of the total HIV-positive population and more than half of new HIV cases. [The Body, from Kaiser]

Sure, there's some overlap there, naturally, but wouldn't it logically follow that perhaps banning all MSM isn't what we should be doing, especially when there's another demographic with an even higher prevelence rate? It's just another confirmation of what I've been saying--discrimination against homosexuals is the last accepted form of it. Can't ban all persons of African descent, we'd descend into race riots and screams of racism, but feel free to ban an entire group--gays can hide their sexuality, unlike skin color, so they're less likely to speak out when being oppressed. I'm not saying switch one for the other or anything like that, as the justification is there--they're banning those who admit to engaging in a specific activity, not those with a skin color they can't control, but statistically it appears to be no longer prudent. I'd like to see some figures as to the amount of blood that the Red Cross is losing out on due to the MSM ban to really crunch the numbers to weigh the exposure chance that they're allowing now with the current ban vs the slightly increased exposure chance + increased donations.

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