Wealthy SoCal folks not vaccinating their children. Will they grow up to be healthier? One could find out.
We haven’t had a bat on the first floor, at least, for 4 or 5 years – and I don’t miss ’em! National Geographic is trying to convince me to welcome them back.
My department has been so sickly this month that I’ve gone to the doctor much earlier than usual in my sinus-infection-goes-to-the-chest cycle. I’m giving Benzonatate pearls another shot. Why are they all so cautious about a nice narcotic cough medicine??
Generally, fertility doctors are among the highest-paid employees at private universities. Yet if pay for performance (as in live births) were the metric by which they were paid there would be much smaller pools of capital available.
I think we can assume that Wired is not a pro-life outlet. So this is a pessimistic view of the possibilities for freezing eggs to postpone pregnancy from a technophiliac point of view.
When medical professionals who go to Africa to do good works stay there until they are well. It’d be a convenient start, at least.
A and B cannot both be true – 20% of women on colleges campuses cannot have been raped if only 12% of rapes are reported. Some examples of the impossibility.
Of course you can believe in two contradictory things — but those of us who don’t call that cognitive dissonance.
From the Washington Post:
“The situation is worse than it was 12 days ago. It’s entrenched in the capitals. Seventy percent of the people [who become infected] are definitely dying from this disease, and it is accelerating in almost all settings,” Bruce Aylward, assistant director general of the World Health Organization, told the group.
Geneva used to have a lithium spring – and the water was bottled and sold all over the place.
Oh, that’s right. Doctors and engineers never get radicalised.
If TB really is endemic in Central America we may be in for a really bad time. Here’s a rather alarmed blog post on a potential TB epidemic brought on by the massive rise in illegal immigration from Central America.
When I was teaching Latin at Henry W. Grady High School in Midtown Atlanta we had a round of universal TB tests – a student came back from Christmas break in Vietnam with TB and all faculty and students were tested. I don’t think anyone outside her own family had been exposed, but it was exciting for all of us.
I had a weird lung problem in the summer of 2000 or 2001 that was finally diagnosed as a cyst formed around some particle I had inhaled (and no one ever figured out where I might have done that, since the most common form happens to chicken farmers). The initial protocol is to assume TB until proved otherwise. Unfortunately for me, I went in on a Friday afternoon. The pulmonologist didn’t come see me again until Monday morning, so I spent the whole weekend in isolation with an air filter the size of a washer in the corner of my room and all my meals brought in by gowned, hooded, masked nurses. No one checked the results of the TB test (negative, thank goodness) and dropped the isolation protocol until Monday morning.
I’m taking a break from poisoning tree seedlings in the gravel driveway. Wow are there a lot of them – my hands are sore from squeezing the trigger. Still, this is better living through chemistry. When we were children we pulled them all by hand. Thank God for Roundup.
Once the politicians start getting hired, Big Marijuana may be making it.