Memorial Day

A day of remembering

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Agent Orange Patch and pray for those who are still suffering google images
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A time to honor those who have fallen
Some gave all they had in service of their country
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Remember those who gave their lives
Never Forget them
All Gave Some Some Gave All MIA POW You Will Not be forgotten Google Images
Two Died for You One for your Soul and One for Your Freedom Google Images

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Thank You for Remembering

Craig Martineau

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Blood Red Meat – on the Barbie?

“I hear we’re having steak tonight?”

“Steak? Oh, Boy! Rare?”

“Steak Tartare”

“Huh?”

“RAW!”

“Better ‘n better”

“I need your muscles though.”

“To carry the ice-cold beer!”

“Can do, can do!”

“Hey, Ole.” “How’s Lena doin’?”

“You heard about that huh?”

“Everyone has.”

“Oh, geez. She’s not gonna be happy.”

“Why that’s the point of getting married, so you can have kids.”

“Well, we had to because her dad had a shotgun!”

“I know but 4 shud be enouf, ya think?”

“Ole, however many you two have is a blessing, right?”

“So, the pastor says.” “Course he doesn’t have to pay for them!”

Ed. I would like to interject an explanation here:

In case some of you are not from the Land of 10,000 Lakes you may not be familiar with Ole and Lena.

The names Ole and Lena are well used in Northern Minnesota. Ole is the name of a great warrior.

Lena (pronounced Leena – with the emphasis on the second vowel) is pronounced, incorrectly I might add, “Layna” (emphasis on the first vowel) by the Swedes, a wild tribe that also inhabits Northern MN.

You may discern that there is no love lost between the tribes, except in this particular situation where Ole is Norwegian and Lena is Swedish (an old love story for sure). So much so that Ole and Lena are national heroes and you hear the names often – especially at supper time “OOOLLLEEEEE”.

Ole is bald and a bit pudgy, not overly so, but he is recognized as a lover of the malt.

Lena is a rare beauty, long blonde hair tied in braids with rosy pink cheeks. Yes, indeed, a fair maiden.

Ole’s best friend is See More. I guess I don’t know is given name we have always called him See More due to his inch-thick glasses that he has to keep pushing up on this nose.

(I must add I think he is the smarter of the two – but don’t say anything I don’t want to start that ruckus all over again.)

As Ole and See More are buzzing their way home discussing the upcoming feast they know awaits them (they first have to stop to get the ice-cold beer) they are observed by two other friends Rocky and Blockhead (blockhead is a nickname fur shur).

We know that Rocky and Blockhead are Mosquito Hawks see picture.

mosquito hawk - google image
Mosquito Hawk

Now we have the picture:

Two friends buzzing home to a meal of blood and steak and two other friends observing them.

What is in store for our two best buds?

Northern Minnesota Mosquito Google Images
Northern Minnesota Mosquito

Two mosquitoes with blood one their minds and two mosquito hawks.

Well, I don’t know because Mosquito Hawks don’t eat mosquitoes.

Isn’t that strange?

Must be from Minnie so tah! (Emphasis on the last vowel.)

We will have to tune into the next edition to find out what in the world is going on.

image of a human swatting at mosquitoes to save his life google images
A human in mortal combat swatting at mosquitos to save his life.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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The Infernal Internal Beast of Boston Scientific is Gone! Start the Party NOW!

I had been feeling ugly all day.

In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room.

On November 14, 2018, I died.

If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it.

Of course, I don’t remember.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604
real image of a heart

The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN!

I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all.

I was told I couldn’t possibly remember.

Well, they weren’t there.

Oh yeah, they were there.

But they don’t know. I know.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

A New Day Dawned

A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it.

It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was.

My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart.

I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes.

The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin missing on my left leg.

It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER, and

the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin.

Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection.

The infection causes the skin to blister.

Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS!

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device.

On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking, this was a -0.

This is the rest of the story.

On a Friday afternoon in October, my bride and I were in the

car mosying up and down the boulevard when I COULDN’T

BREATHE.

This is not a good thing.

I said, “to the hospital, NOW!”

She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she

zipped the few blocks to the clinic.

I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair.

I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.)

I was screaming at the top of my lungs.

It hurt so bad!

She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER.

I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me

until the ambulance got there.

https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1

The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into the parking

lot.

Of course, the fire engine and patrol cars had to tag along.

They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the

car.

I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since:

1) I could barely breathe and 2) my legs were mush.

They brought out the coolest tool- a semi-rigid blanket.

 Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid

me back on the blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye.

I have said on many occasions in the last two years – I will take a med-tech instead of some doctors. These people that work for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME!

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist.

“His” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before the lower chamber had emptied.

Okay?

Solution?

They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate.

I had three more of those attacks.

I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14.

That was the day I died.

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

Trying out my shiny new defibrillator

The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart.

It was implanted on November 16, 2018.

January and February were good – no new attacks.

The pills are working!

The defib hadn’t gone off.

March  – a little one. Another pill to take.

April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry!

October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!!

If I had been standing I would have been on my butt!

ER Time

Ambulance was called.

NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not of sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you.

Laying on your back on gurney.

In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down.

I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets.

Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery.

The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go.

I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far.

The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterward.

The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. He tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times!

I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there.

“No. It will pull out.”

I wake up in my room.

The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm!

To Finish the Story

I was in absolute pain every. For one and a half hours!

To the hospital I hollered.

In the ER I hollered.

By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango.

I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is  100  – 150.

I had VT –Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means pain from hell.

This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one-half hours!

God, I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked.

“ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor.

I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’

The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say.

The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway.

Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT!

Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday.

November – FOURTH WEEK

It’s back. And with a vengeance.

One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. The second one is a lot stronger than the first.

The doctor came down and presented a proposal.

He was going home for Christmas.

He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors.

They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?)

One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon!

I had been feeling ugly all day. In the evening my wife took me to the emergency room. On November 14, 2018, I died. If you are going to die, a hospital is probably the best place to do it. Of course, I don’t remember. --------- The ONLY thing I do remember is PAIN! I remember flying up from the ER table and that is all. I was told I couldn’t possibly remember. Well, they weren’t there. Oh yeah, they were there. But they don’t know. I know. A NEW DAY DAWNED. A doctor came to see me and we discussed implanting a defibrillator so if my heart stopped again, the defibrillator would restart it. It seemed like a smart thing to do – implant the defibber or whatever it was. My concern was running the lines outside of my body into my heart. I suffer from a leg infection “cellulitis” due to my diabetes. The opportunity for transmitting that infection from my legs to my heart seemed pretty scary if there was a line running outside my body. --------- As I sit here typing this I have a huge gob of skin is missing on my left leg. It slid off the other night. I’ve been to the doctor, the ER and the Wound Clinic. But they can’t put Humpty together again. Cellulitis is caused by fluid build-up between the layers of skin. Bacteria love the warm fluid and quickly cause an infection. The infection causes the skin to blister. Blistered skin means a day later it sloughs off. And now it is raw meat. HURTS! ------ The doctor agreed. He recommended an internal device. On a scale of 1 to 10 for awesome decisionmaking this was a -0. This is the rest of the story. On a Friday afternoon in October my bride and I were in the car mosying up and down the boulevard, when I COULDN’T BREATHE. This is not a good thing. I said “to the hospital, NOW!” She knew we were closer to a clinic than the hospital so she zipped the few blocks to the clinic. I asked her to get a nurse and a wheelchair. I may not have said those exact words since an electric elephant was pounding my chest. (The pink battery bunny? Only much bigger.) I was screaming at the top of my lungs. It hurt so bad! She came out with a big guy who said he had worked in the ER. I was much relieved at the news. He was going to stay with me until the ambulance got there. https://www.webmd.com/heart-disease/atrial-fibrillation/what-is-ventricular-tachycardia#1 The ambulance, lights blazing and siren blaring roared into he parking lot. Of course the fire engine and partrol cars had to tag along. They did their questionnaire and decided I had to get out of the car. I alerted them to the fact that was a problem since: 1) I could barely breath and 2) my legs were mush. They brought out the coolest tool- a semi rigid blanket. Somehow they worked it around me, I stood up and they laid me back in blanket and moved me to the gurney. In the blink of the eye. I have said on many occasion in the last two years – I will take a med tech instead of some doctors. These people that work the for Mayo Clinic Ambulance are AWESOME. If you don’t have a primary doctor eligible to work in the hospital (my primary is a VA doctor) you don’t get a specialist. You get a hospitalist. “Their” opinion of why I had so much chest pain was: The upper chamber of my heart emptied into my lower chamber before it had emptied. Okay? Solution? They gave me some pills to slow down my heart rate. I had three more of those attacks. I wasn’t expecting anything different when I went to the emergency room on my birthday November 14. That was the day I died. ---------- TRYING OUT MY NEW DEBFIBRILLATOR: Two images……. The power supply was implanted under my armpit and the wires were plugged into my heart. It was implanted on November 16, 2018. January and February were good – no new attacks. The pills are working! The defib hadn’t gone off. March - a little one. Another pill to take. April was good – Whoohooo! Better living thru Chemistry! October “DAMN!” That hurt. What the hell!!! If I had been standing I would have been on my butt! ER TIME – Ambulance was called. NOW thoughts were dancing in my head and not sugarplums either.. The roads – especially the freeway in Duluth MN is enough to jostle every brain cell out of you. Laying on your back on gurney. In an ambulance. Rocky back and forth, and bouncing up and down. I wrote a nasty email to the mayor once I was settled into my room.(My wife says I am too negative and mean to people. I guess I don’t understand her question.) I suggested to the mayor that she have the guy in charge of street repairs try riding in an ambulance on his streets. Ambulance tech shaking and shoving a needle into an artery. The ambulance techs has to prep you so if needed IV intervention as soon as you get to the ER you are ready to go. I have had techs give me better IVs than nurses – By Far. The ABSOLUTE WORST! IV’s are the ones they put on the top of your hand. They hurt for weeks afterwards. The ABSOLUTE worst IV? An ER doctor. Tried putting it in my hand three times. Three times. I told him to put it in the crook of my elbow. My artery jumps right out of my skin there. “No. It will pull out.” I wake up in my room. The IV is stuck in the crook of my arm! TO FINISH THE STORY This was the absolute pain every. For one and a half hours! To the hospital I holler. In the ER I holler. By now I am screaming at the top of my lungs. An electric elephant was sitting on my chest and doing the tango. I learned later that my heart rate was 228 instead of the normal rate is 100 – 150. I had VT – Ventricular Tachycardia. Translated it means means pain from hell. This particular grey, gloomy day went on for one and one half hours! God I hurt. I screamed, I swore, and I kicked. “ What the heck happened?” I asked the ER doctor. I later realized they aren’t going to tell you anything. Nothin’ The regular doctor probably would have a fit if the ER doctor told me something that disagreed with what the regular wanted to say. The ER doctors are too busy to answer questions anyway. Well, I survived so I was happy. But that HURT! Made it past that most unlucky day – my birthday. November – FOURTH WEEK It’s back. And with a vengeance. One shock upon another. The nasty thing is – if it has to shock you twice – Yup you guessed it. They second one is a lot stronger than the first. The doctor came down and presented a proposal. He was going home for Christmas. He would go to his Alma Mater and talk with his professors. They might even suggest that I go to their facility for a procedure. (Geez a choice of U of Pitt or Loyola, which should I choose?) One more blast right after Christmas dang I hope the doctor is back soon! JANUARY 2020 The new year. Here it is-- - the ninth. Two! A double whammy. One right after the other. Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive. In the morning of all the crazy things. OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed! Dammit! Well I had to wait for quite awhile. Finally the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week. But, the soft spoken doctor that saved me when I was in ER he would take the old defibrillator out. This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off. First I had to have an MRI. Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum. It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays. The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW. I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns. But I made it thru the claustrophobia. MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes. I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast! All of sudden I’m not there anymore. The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail. Huh? I’m still under the influence. “I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.” WOW. Was that great news! No more jolts followed by searing pain. Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door. I haven’t looked back. 1604

January 2020

The new year.

Here it is– – the ninth.

Two! A double whammy. Bam! BAM!

Ambulance is on the way. Much too cold to have my wife drive.

In the morning of all the crazy things.

OK folks. I am not leaving here until this thing gets fixed!

Dammit!

Well I had to wait for quite a while.

Finally, the doctor showed up. He doesn’t have time to do it this week.

But, the soft-spoken doctor that saved me when I was in the ER he would take the old defibrillator out.

This guy with the spiky blond hair would do the ablation on Friday – his day off.

First I had to have an MRI.

Have you ever had an MRI? The technicians lay you on a table that is about 6 inches wide  and that brings you into the guts of this huge drum.

It makes noise. LOUD Noise. Rattle, bang, BANG, shimmy. My goodness, you could go deaf listening to the tunes it plays.

The real nasty about the MRI – it is NARROW.

I am not a small guy. My shoulders are squished, my elbow rubs on the drum as it rotates. Elbows get carpet burns.

But I made it thru the claustrophobia.

MRI is done and I’m whisked off to another room. Lots of hustle and bustle as the guys strap me in and hook me up to tubes.

I sure hope they remember how to get me out of here. They work so fast!

All of sudden I’m not there anymore.

The doctor, an electrophysiologist, tells me he hasn’t been able to make my heart fail.

Huh?

I’m still under the influence.

“I can’t make it stop. The ablation worked. I dug around a bit, pulled something out. You don’t need to wear a defibrillator anymore.”

WOW. Was that great news!

No more jolts followed by searing pain.

Got off the table. Got dressed. Met my wife at the main door.

I haven’t looked back.

Thanks for stopping.

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What Menace Are We Going to Face Next?

I read a great article last week.

“Prepare for the Ultimate Gaslighting” “You are not crazy, my friends.” @Julio Vincent Gambuto.

I had been aching to write one almost like it, but I could not get the words out. Has that ever happened to you?

Beach at Los Angeles Google Images
I don’t think this was last weekend. Beach at Los Angeles CA

 

That had happened earlier this year when I was grinding my teeth to get an article written about how are we going to face each other when the Trump thing is gone?

We will have to find a way to work together.

Bam! The Attack of the Virus! 50,000+ people dead!

And it will return in the fall! S

Sorry kids maybe no Trick or Treating this year.

But I am going to write my story anyway. I have this angst that must come out.

Soon everyone will have cabin fever. The need for speed or just sunshine will force them to the beaches as happened in Los Angeles.

Georgia and other southern states are also holding forth the warm, bright sun and sandy beaches.

Protesters that forced the city governments to reopen too soon have already had deaths in their ranks.

Next week we will hear how the beachgoers in Los Angeles fared.

Watch the ads. Powerful forces are at work pushing you, tempting you to venture out: taxing authorities, liquor distributors, waitresses, etc.

The is “let’s get back to normal.”

How can that be? Almost 60,000 people have died to date. That is more than died in Vietnam!

Who is going to be held responsible for these deaths?

Maybe I’m being pessimistic. Maybe as things open and people start dying maybe then city governments will restore sanity.

Let’s face it. Your need to dig your toes in warm sand is not a public health issue.

People going outside and sucking in that warm spring air are being killed by it.

Maybe people will understand the risk.

How much risk are you comfortable with?

The risk of a nasty, painful illness and then add maybe death.

Stupid people.

Every marketing firm in the country will try to entice you to “Come out and play”

Waters fine. Get your boat, jetskis, and let’s go.

But, the VIRUS will be there ahead of you – waiting.

Marketers have an overarching need to find out what consumers don’t have, what will make them feel good, and make it or find it and sell it. At a profit.

You’ve seen it, “as seen on TV”.

Now, there will be even more emphasis on what can do your work for you. You only have a short time – why work? Live it up!

I have choices of Grammarly, ProWriting Aid, Hemingway. More than I would have guessed. The formats to write on, MS Word, Squiblr, Scrivener.

Hmm, I wonder how they will present that macabre thought on TV?

You can bet they are already rockin’ their think tank.

People in the major cities New York, Atlanta, Miami have seen the dark side.

Will that change their thinking?

I have been hoping that we would find a way to at least talk to each other again.

We need major restorative operations on our hearts and minds.

I was heartened by the news from the Supreme Court on Sunday. They are not going to change any gun laws as was expected. Also, they are leaving the Affordable Care Act in place.

A big question. Will people see blue skies and decide we don’t need fossil fuels any longer?

How can we fix healthcare, housing, food distribution so people don’t have to be beggars any longer?

Crime stopped for the last several weeks, didn’t it?

If we give people their pride, a job that has value, a place to be proud of, and some way they will have a sense of pride and self-worth.

How can we trust the government again? It acted in bad faith at every juncture. It had the opportunities to shine with American pride but it decided to roll in the gutter with Corona.

Will people continue to let Jeff Bezos earn thousands of dollars per minute and not pay his fair share of taxes or pay his workers a living wage.

He gave them an increase in their hourly wage but took away a bonus.

Why do the wealthy have to be so greedy? I don’t understand.

You have lived a soldier’s life for the last several weeks. Wondering where you will be in the morning. If you will have a hot meal. Wondering how you will live with the stress.

The questions keep coming.

Will I suffer like Chris Cuomo?

Will I die?

Will my parents die?

Life on the homefront just like in the Vietnam War. What? Where? When? WHY?

Even the count of those that died is the same.

I can’t get my head around that. 50,000+ people. Dead.

In such a short time.

Survivors guilt.

The merry-go-round we’ve been on for the last 50 years has stopped. Or is somebody just dragging their feet so they can wear out their shoes and get a new pair they like better?

As soon as the darkness fell I began hoping for a new dawn.

But it seems that the people that acted badly are still acting badly. They are just as stupid and heartless as they have been.

Maybe there is no way to change them. If 50,000 people dying and 3 million sick doesn’t have an impact on them then what?

I don’t know much. But I do know we can’t let them have the reins of power again.

Maybe every congressperson, every senator local through national level has to take a civics class.

They need to be taught manners, the spirituality of compassion, and looking out for your neighbor.

How do we learn to trust our representatives again?

So many acted so badly.

How did they lose the American spirit?

 

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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Luminous Supernovas: The Most Powerful Explosions in Space

The Brighest SuperNova ever seen LIVESCIENCE
The Brightest SuperNova ever seen. This is an artist’s illustrations of a brilliant supernova. Aaron Geller/Northwestern University.

A Slight Detour

A new ozone hole is opening and spreading over the North Pole. Image European Space Agency
A new ozone hole is opening and spreading over the North Pole. Image European Space Agency

Scientists believe this to be the largest hole in the ozone layer ever recorded.

The hole covers an area roughly three times the size of Greenland.

It can expose people living at far northern latitudes to high levels of ultraviolet light radiation.

It appears that it will close on its own in a few weeks an ESA researcher stated.

And another detour

The Yellowstone Caldera is a supervolcano spreading below Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. Image: The Express UK
The Yellowstone Caldera is a supervolcano spreading below Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. Image: The Express UK

If this supervolcano erupts it will cause massive destruction. It has only erupted 3 times before: 2.1 million years ago, 1.3 million years ago, and 640,000 years ago.

Another view of what could be a future cataclysmic event. Image: Express UK
Another view of what could be a future cataclysmic event. Image: Express UK

Sorry for the detours but these were events of great significance if they complete configurations. The earthquake at Yellowstone registered 7.5 magnitude.

This is a mock-up a supernova generated by a supercomputer.
This is a mock-up a supernova generated by a supercomputer.
Supernova choking on its own dust cloud. Image by LiveScience
Supernova choking on its own dust cloud. Image by LiveScience
Chandra. This supernova was first observed 2,000 years ago
Chandra. This supernova was first observed 2,000 years ago
RCW 86 This is the first supernova observed by NASA/ESA/JPL
RCW 86 This is the first supernova observed by NASA/ESA/JPL Image by NASA/ESA/JPL
SN 2013CU prior to it exploding into a supernova Image by Gal-Yam at Weizmann Observatory
SN 2013CU prior to it exploding into a supernova Image by Gal-Yam at Weizmann Observatory
This is a remnant of supernova Casseopeia-A Image by NASA
This is a remnant of supernova Cassiopeia-A Image by NASA
Supernova shrapnel was discovered inside a meteorite. Image NASA
Supernova shrapnel was discovered inside a meteorite. Image NASA
X-ray stripes in TYCO Supernova Image NASA/CRC/ESA/
X-ray stripes in TYCO Supernova Image NASA/CRC/ESA
This is the youngest black hole ever found Image: NASA
This is the youngest black hole ever found Image: NASA

Scientists measure supernovae using two scales: one is the energy of the explosion, and the other is the amount of that energy emitted as observable light, or radiation. Matt Nicholl is the lead author and also a lecturer in the School of Physics and Astronomy and the Institute of Gravitational Wave Astronomy at the University of Birmingham in England.

Thank you for stopping.

I could spend all day every day with my head in the stars.

Craig

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Batty? No Bats. Wherefrom Corona?

image of coronavirus cell from LiveScience 4.4.20
Image of a novel coronavirus cell from LiveScience April 4, 2020

4.15.20

“My Darling”

I am sorry this is so late. I had the research done on Sunday. It is now Thursday. What happened?

Looking at all of the files I collected, I decided a better way was to group blog posts by category.

There are so many side roads to take with novel coronavirus or Corona as I like to call her.

I call her “my darling” when we are alone.

What else could a writer want but 100 new topics a day all pointing down different paths?

I believe trump really misjudged this one. Even if he did not, and even if 40% of people love what he is doing with this virus, the results in this once-in-a-lifetime catastrophe will be enough to condemn anyone. It may be a PR nightmare that is unwinnable.

As I announced last Friday evening on Facebook, I cannot in good conscience, name each criminal act of our leader, every day until the election.

But neither can I not write about him.

I had hoped to start writing short stories and earn some money with freelancing, but this mission takes higher priority.

Standing at the Minneapolis recruiting station, I took an oath to uphold the Constitution of the United States of America.

I have not been relieved of that oath.

It is even more important now that SCOTUS has sided against the “We the People” of the Constitution by its allowing the vote in Wisconsin to go on despite the pandemic. (A liberal woman won the seat on the State Supreme Court! – The exact thing the republicans with their hijinks tried to prevent.)

As I will point out in the posts of the next months, trump is not worthy of a second term (nor the first term in my opinion).

So watch out for the weaves, you may have to duck.

We the people have had enough. Image: Google Images I think

Bats in MY belfry?

No doubt. But the issue is how do I replace them?

I think I am of one mind and one spirit.

Trump has no such problem.

He puts on his mob face and merrily or merely calls in his enforcers and they “handle” it.

His “team” understand the rules.

Maybe bats helped the virus escape from a lab in Wuhan? Some conservatives think so.

Some conservatives also think it is a virus that has been weaponized by China! China says it was the US Army.

Who do you think is lying? I’ll go with the conservatives like Lips Limbaugh.

Would trump force his fierce ire on this tiger at the Bronx Zoo?

Maybe trump misunderstood when Pete Navarro gave him a warning in January.  Mr. President, novel corona is not Corona Extra! You may not even want a lemon wedge with it.

Corona Extra is the top-selling imported beverage in the US so I can understand how you would be confused.

NADIA, A MALAYAN TIGER AT THE BRONX ZOO HAS CORONAVIRUS. MAYBE THE FIRST JULIE LARSEN MAHER WILDLEIFE CONSERVATION SOCIETY AND AP
Nadia, a Malaysian Tiger at the Bronx Zoo has COVID-19. Not your pussygato though.

I wish I could plug trump’s mouth.

Why?

Because he lies, he abuses the press and reporters, and much to my delight he abuses other republicrooks.

His ogre-mentality doesn’t even stop when he destroys the lives and livelihoods of HIS trumpettes.

But they still love him! Imagine that!

Although a survey out today lists his popularity in the lower 40s due to the way he is handling this crisis.

TODAY’S EPISODE COMES IN SEVERAL PARTS.

Let’s look at the facts, shall we?

Not the venom spewed by loudmouth Rushey and trump’s other cohorts.

Novel coronavirus:

  • Did not escape from a lab
  • Did not become weaponized by the Chinese
  • Did not come from the “wet” market (where they kill animals and sell them fresh for you to take home for supper) in Wuhan’

Scientists (read smart people that are not loudmouths and blowhards like our fearful leader) compare the COVID-19 with other coronaviruses known to infect humans

This article in LiveScience will hopefully leave the blowhards sucking air:

The LiveScience link you share with you the 13 myths that have been busted by science and not hyperbole, or racism, xenophobia.

Just because something is foreign, strange, brown or black-skinned does not mean IT IS BAD!

The researchers have at least two plausible explanations as to the origin of SARS-CoV-2 which is the virus that causes COVID-19.

The first is that a historical animal that spread the SARS virus in Asia and MERS in the Middle East.

The animal is a civet.

This is a delicacy in some Asian countries. As is the fruit it excretes. It is washed off and the coffee beans are roasted and ground for – coffee!

More Learning

If you are not getting enough of exotic names, diseases, etc. I have attached a link to a glossary of terms.

One of the terms on this list is “zoo tonic diseases” .  It means that the virus that is already on its way to us (you think because this one is so bad that we are going to be done with them? Not a chance!)

I don’t want you to get in trouble with your teacher when school reopens next fall, so I will correct myself. Zoontonic or zoonoses are diseases that spread from animals to humans according to the CDC.

For every acre of forest that Brazil burns, for every coral reef that is destroyed in Australia or New Zealand, what are the chances that we will run into more problems not only because of Climate Change but by stealing wildlife habitat we are increasing our risks.

If you are not stirred up enough worrying about your parents, or grandparents or children here is another fine mess.

Another something to chew on. Coming diseases from your backyard will be a subject in another post.

Here is an interactive map from NPR.

In 2009 a program initially planned by the Obama Administration was launched to “hunt for unknown viruses that can cross from animals to humans and cause pandemics.

So the why and wherefore is the same old song. Budgets, not enough money not enough manpower. “Michael Buchmeier, a virologist and associate director of the Center for Virus Research at the U Cal Irvine. “We’ve been gutting surveillance for too long”.

It did not help that in 2009 trump fired the researchers from this program at the CDC.

A really big question right now: is coronavirus going to come back and haunt us as the flu viruses do?

Plan on it.

While SARS was in 2002-2003. MERS started in 2012 and is still going.  And Novel Coronavirus in 2020.

MERS-CoV was spread by camel and probably bats. MERS is the really nasty one. 25% to 30% of those who are infected die from it. Through 2018 2,500 people have died from it.

Minnesota has recorded 986 infections and 30 deaths so far from novel coronavirus.

By the numbers

Another tragic consequence of COVID-19 is the demographic toll it has been taking.

I am going to share in perspective:

In only six weeks the US death toll zoomed from zero to more than 12,000!

Hospitals are out of supplies; cities are out of morgue space. They are using potter’s fields. And using prison inmates to dig the grave.

Blacks and other Latin Americans are bearing the brunt of COVID-19.

In Michigan, 33% of infections are seen in blacks and Latin Americans.

The death rate is 41%.

These numbers do not reflect the fact that blacks and Latin Americans represent only 14% of the population.

Governor John Bell Edwards in Louisiana states that slightly more than 70% of all deaths are found in the black population.

Blacks represent 33% of the total population.

In Chicago 72% of the people that have died but make up only 30% of the population.

We have to be prepared for the overwhelming amount of deaths that we are going to see in the coming months.

Cheryl Rolston, director of the emergency department

They just watched four codes happen. This is ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ stuff for them, not real life. It shouldn’t happen in front of them.

Dr. Lorenzo Paladino, of young patients in the ER

You’re driving down New York Avenue or Nostrand Avenue, which are pretty busy thoroughfares — it’s almost crickets. But then here in the emergency department, it’s a level of intensity that you only see in disaster zones.”

Dr. Robert Gore

According to scientists, 70% of merging infectious diseases in humans are of zoonotic origin.

Scientists also say, there are nearly 1.7 million undiscovered viruses may exist in wildlife. Many researchers are searching for the ones that could cause the next animal-to-human spillover. The likeliest hot spots have three things in common, Daszak said: lots of people, diverse plants and animals, and rapid environmental changes.

What do your streets look like?

Images Credit: M Scott Mahasky, Politico

Looking at Philadelphia City Hall M Scott Mahasky, Politico
Looking at Philadelphia City Hall
Baltimore Image by M Scott Mahasky, Politico
Baltimore Image by M Scott Mahasky, Politico
Interior of novel coronavirus LiveScience
Interior of novel coronavirus

Thank you for stopping.

Craig

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Teachers! Home Schoolers! Is This the Answer You Need? Solve the COVID-19 Kids Are at Home All The Time Pain?

39 Resources for Teachers and Home Schoolers During the Crushing Period of Lockdown due to COVID-19!

A fabulous picture of the International Space Station. Its panels are caught some in full sun and some in partial. Amazing picture. I do not remember where I found it.
I love to use Space as an image for what students can achieve. Especially now with a return to the Moon and the trip to Mars on the horizon

A few hours ago I saw a notice flash across my monitor.

I have been building a new blog website – for free this time – no expense!

Then I heard on TV a teacher say that she was going to set up assignments this evening.

So I had better get a hustle-in-my-bustle!

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This is a cool picture for geography. The Valley of the Dolls in the Dolemite Mountains in South Tyrol Italy
I thought I could use the “Inspect” tool to remember where I found this. If I had to guess, and I do, it was probably in Google Images.

I was using the “Capitalize My Title” website when I used the plugin offering 30+ FREE resources to teachers and home schoolers.

What a GREAT idea for a blog post.

Of course, I had no idea that it would take me two days and a few hours to type!

THE HEADLINE

It is on the site “Capitalize My Title” as I mentioned. I don’t want you to forget. I would like to try some of these apps. Some I have used and some I still use.

It is offering “30+ FREE Online Teaching Resources for Teachers Affected by Coronavirus.

It was posted on 3/18/20 at 1.15 PM so it is still pretty FRESH.

The staff at “Capitalize My Title” did a SUPERB job.

Capitalize My Title” also offes excellent blogs on SEO and other criteria for an excellent blog site. I printed out 6 or 7 chapters.

I am going to use their layouts and texts since they did such a great job. Also, I think not using quotes will make reading a lot easier. There are 38 paragraphs with internet references!

I will post fairly close to the way they are described on the website.

But you know I have to make some lamebrain comments, RIGHT?

The team at “Capitalize My Title” puff out their chests – as well they should – for scurrying around finding all of these resources and diligently laying them out so legibly.

The kids should thank their lucky stars because I AM NOT a teacher by trade or luck.

That means that you teachers, you homeschoolers, you volunteers deserve all the kudos for the great job you do.

These tools are not geared toward teenagers. WHEW!

An image of young children sitting on the floor waiting for their teacher to start school. They are all smiling  widely.
School Learning Studying Education Knowledge Concept Licensed from RawPixels.com by Craig Martineau

The Header:

https://capitalizemytitle.com/free-resources-for-online-learning/

Now if the tools hold up to your scrutiny I will have done a great job (I am going into this a non-educated OAF you understand.

The Tools

1.Discovery

Created a special Viruses and Outbreak channel to help educators discuss the coronavirus outbreak with students. (Remember to use my articles here and here.)

They are even offering FREE access to Discovery Education Experience through the remainder of the school year.

NOW THAT IS FORWARD THINKING AWESOME PROBLEM SOLVING!

 Main Website: https://www.discoveryeducation.com/

COVID-19  Offering:https://www.discoveryeducation.com/coronavirus-response

2.BrainPop

BrainPop is offering FREE, unlimited use of its platform for any schools impacted by the virus.

This includes animated movies, assessment resources, and creative tools for distance learning.

Main website: https://brainpop.com

COVID-19 Offering: https://educators.brainpop.com/2020/02/19/free-brainpop-access-for-schools-affected -by-the-corona-virus

3.Kahoot

Kahoot! Is a great distance learning tool. It offers self-paced games for students. In response to coronavirus, Kahoot! Is offering their premium service for FREE where educators can create their own games for students!

Main Website: https://kahoot.com

COVID-19 Offering: https://kahoot.com/blog/2020/02/27/kahoot-free-access-schools-higher-education-coronavirus/

4.Pronto

Is a communication platform that lets people communicate via chat and video. It is available FREE to teachers and teams during this time.

Main Website: https://pronto.io

COVID-19 Offering: https://pronto.io/coronavirus/

So far these seem like outstanding offers.

5. Book Creator lets educators create books for classrooms. This includes interactive stories, digital portfolios, poetry books, instruction manuals, and more. They have offered a FREE collaboration upgrade for educators affected by the coronavirus.

WOW! Will somebody let me take their class. This sounds AWESOME!

Main Website: https://bookcreator.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://bookcreator.com/2020/03/suppport-for-schools-affected-by-coronavirus/

6.Google is offering advanced Hangouts Meet for free and they’re recommending Google Classroom for distance learning. They also list some great ways to leverage these tools in these trying times.

I don’t know if you’ve used Hangouts but my brother in California and I use it to communicate almost exclusively. Hangouts is AWESOME!

Main Website: https://www.blog.google/outreach-initiatives/education/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.blog.google/outreach-initiatives/education/distancelearning-COVID-1919/

7.Tynker

Tynker is a great tool for teaching kids how to code. It leverages Minecraft and other games to teach kids how to code interactively.  They are giving away access to their platform to teachers who are affected by coronavirus AT NO COST! FREE

I’ll Sign uP! That’s my level of learning ability FER SHUR!

Main Website: https://www.tynker.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://mailchi.mp/tynker/in-support-of-schools-facing-health-related-closure

8.Buncee

Their Media person writes: “Buncee gives creation and communication  tools to students and teachers through their all-in-one technology that empowers all users to easily create, and share visual representations of content, across grade, age and learning levels.” They are giving away FREE Buncee Classroom accounts to teachers through any closures due to top coronavirus.

Main Website: https://buncee.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://blog.buncee.com/supporting-remote-student-learning/

IMAGE of young students and a teacher. Image from Buncee promotion materials
Image from Buncee Promotion Materials
  • 9. Pear Deck

“Pear Deck makes it easy for teachers to stay connected with students. It connects with existing videoconferencing software by Google, Microsoft, and Zoom.

Due to COVID-19, they are giving away FREE Pear Deck Premium access to educators.

Main Website: https://peardeck.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.peardeck.com/staying-connected

10.Kami

Kami is a document and PDF annotation app that lets teachers engage their students in new ways. They are giving away FREE access to teachers and students affected by the coronavirus.

Main Website: https://kamiapp.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://blog.kamiapp.com/remote-learning-with-kami-during-school-shutdowns/

11.Parlay

Parlay is an app that lets students have their own voice. They can participate anonymously in classroom discussions and respond to prompts from the teacher. Parlay will be FREE for everyone until May 15th, 2020

Main Website: https://parlayideas.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://parlayideas.com/school-closure-support/

12.Elementari

Elementari.io is giving away FREE access to their entire platform to teachers and parents affected by coronavirus. Elementari allows students in K-12 to create, write, and code interactive stories. It’s a great platform to help students learn how to read write, program and more.

Main Website: https://elementario.io

COVID-19 Offering: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSdJ1LAywQdwvNKN_SpsypVA48XOaoCTQoGhuaP7e12fgwPnWA/viewform

13.EdPuzzle

Turn videos from YouTube, Khan Academy, Crash Course or others into engaging course, Teachers can make sure their students actually watch the videos and inject quizzes to test students’ comprehension. They are offering some relief for teachers affected by coronavirus.

Main Website: https://https://edpuzzle.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://support.edpuzzle.com/hc/en-us/articles/360039805612-Help-for-schools-affected-by-Covid-19

14.Wakelet

Wakelet allows educators to save, organize, and curate information they find across the web. They have curated some tips for educators to make the most of distance learning.

Main Website: https://wakelet.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://wakelet.com/wake/3af73ea4-a652-4e38-934d-765aefe0f35b

15.Twinkl

Educators can get a FREE month of Twinkl now. Twinkl has tons of U.S. teaching resources for use in the classroom covering key topics aligned with state standards. Educators can download these resources and share with their students.

Main Website:https://www.twinkl.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.twinkl.com/blog/how-to-utilise-twinkl-during-the-coronavirus-shutdown-a-guide-for-schools?utm_source=twitter&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=corona

16.Hapara

Hapara is a leader in helping schools transition to digital learning. Teachers can create assignments and projects in the could that they can share with students who can then upload their work to the cloud as well. They are offering new schools/districts FREE access to Hapara until the end of June 2020.

Main Website: https://hapara.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://hapara.com/from-home/

17. Mangahigh

Mangahigh is a great tool to teach students math and coding. Teachers can set up advance quizzes and innovative games for students to learn crucial math and coding skills. They are offering full access to Mangahigh during school closures for any schools that are impacted by COVID-19=19.

Main Website: https://www.mangahigh.com

COVID-19 Offering:https://www.mangahigh.com/en-gb/blog/2020-03-06-free-access-schools-online-maths-coronavirus

18.Scholastic Learn at Home

Primarily targeted at parents who will now have their kids at home for long periods, Scholastic Learn at Home gives kids one week of content for PreK and Kindergarten, Grades 1 and 2, Grades 3-5, and Grades 6+.

Main Website: https://classroommagazines.scholastic.com/support/learnathome.html

COVID-19 Offering:https://classroommagazines.scholastic.com/support/learnathome.html

19.ListenWire

ListenWire makes great podcast lessons from the best non-fiction storytellers. Feel good about having your students listen to educational content. They are offering free ListenWire Premium through April 30th for students affected by coronavirus.

Main Website: http://listenwise.com/

COVID-19 Offering:http://blog.listenwise.com/2020/03/listenwise-support-for-schools-affected-by-the-coronavirus/

20.MobyMax

MobyMax is an award-winning online differentiated learning platform that helps students close learning gaps. They are offering their software for FREE to all schools and districts forced to close to protect against COVID-19.

Main Website: http://mobymax.com/

COVID-19 Offering: http://press.mobymax.com/mobymax-to-provide-all-k-8-schools-and-school-districts-closed-by-covid-19-with-free-internet-learning-software

21.GoGuardian

GoGuardian is a great digital learning platform that lets schools manage their classrooms and administrative needs.

Main Website: https://www.goguardian.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://www.goguardian.com/blog/learning/goguardian-teacher-for-remote-learning/

22.Seterra Geography

Seterra offers map games to make learning geography easy. They are offering FREE Seterra memberships for schools affected by COVID-19.

Main Website: https://seterra.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://online.seterra.com/en/p/corona-support

23.We Video

We Video makes it easy for students to create fun, engaging videos and use the power of their voice to create them.

Main Website: https://www.wevideo.com/education

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.wevideo.com/education

24.Education Perfect

Education Perfect provides a progressive teaching and learning toolkit for the modern classroom. EP is providing FREE and unlimited access to all schools until May 1st.

Main Website: https://epforlearning.com/

COVID-19 Offering:https://epforlearning.com/2020/education-perfects-technology-minimising-impact-on-100-coronavirus-affected-schools-in-china/

25.Slido Education

Interactive Q&A session software that lets you curate and manage audience questions. A great way to poll the classroom or let students ask anonymously.

Main Website: https://sli.do/

COVID-19 Offering:https://blog.sli.do/slido-for-education/

26.Breakout Edu

Breakout Edu has over 1500 Interactive learning games available that bring the challenges of an escape room to the classroom. Subjects range from language to math and science.

Main Website: https://www.breakoutedu.com/
COVID-19 Offering: https://www.breakoutedu.com/funathome

27. Microsoft Education

Main Website: https://teams.microsoft.com/


COVID-19 Offering: https://educationblog.microsoft.com/en-us/2020/03/how-schools-can-ramp-up-remote-learning-programs-quickly-with-microsoft-teams/

28.NearPod

Main Website: https://nearpod.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://nearpod.com/coronavirus

29.Zoom

Zoom is a great videoconferencing software that makes it easy to do.

Main Website: https://blog.zoom.us/

COVID-19 Offering: https://blog.zoom.us/wordpress/2020/02/26/zoom-commitment-user-support-business-continuity-during-coronavirus-outbreak/

30. Screencastify

Main Website: https://www.screencastify.com/education/
COVID-19 Offering: https://twitter.com/Screencastify/status/1226934956930281472

31.Mystery Science

Main Website: https://mysteryscience.com/
COVID-19 Offering: https://mysteryscience.com/

32. Age of Learning (ABCMouse, Adventure Academy, ReadingIQ)

Main Website: https://www.ageoflearning.com

COVID-19 Offering:https:/www.ageoflearning.com/schools

33.Genially

Genially lets teachers create interactive learning resources from presentations to infographics. In response to COVID-19, they are offering many of their premium templates for FREE.

Main Website: https://www.genial.ly/en

COVID-19 Offering: https://doitgenially.com/en/premium-templates-now-available-for-free-for-everyone-forever-genially-aims-to-facilitate-remote-and-distance-learning/

34.Canva

Canva is a great tool to quickly create infographics, Instructables, and other classroom activities. They have a FREE EDU offering.

Main Website: https://www.canva.com/

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.canva.com/education/

35.Start.me

Start.me makes it easy to build start pages with links to lesson plans, education apps, games, and other online resources. They are making PRO accounts for FREE for all teachers affected by coronavirus.

Main Website: https://startme.com/education

COVID-19 Offeringhttps://blog.start.me/news/coronavirus

36.Carnegie Mellon University’s Open Learning Institute

CMU is offering FREE fee waivers to institutions affected by COVID-19 by making all of their Open Learning Initiative (OLI) courseware FREE for affected institutions. OLI courses act as textbook replacements or as supplemental material.

Main Website: https://oli.cmu.edu/educators/

COVID-19 Offering: https://oli.cmu.edu/fee-waivers-for-mid-semester-transition-in-spring-2020/

37.Kapwing

Kapwing is a collaborative online image and video editor with a cloud storage Workspace. It’s an excellent tool for teachers who are making video lessons to send to students for remote learning, for students working together on a group project, or a classroom looking for digital space to share multimedia projects with each other. They are giving away Kapwing Pro to educators whose schools are affected by the COVID-19 closures

Main Website: https://www.kapwing.com/ 

COVID-19 Offering: https://www.kapwing.com/resources/free-kapwing-pro-accounts-for-educators-affected-by-covid-19/

38.Pixton EDU

Pixton EDU is a web-app that gives teachers and students a unique way to create stories, demonstrate learning, and enhance writing assignments – in any subject- through digital comics. They are offering all-access for FREE for 30 days during the outbreak.

Main Website: http://pixton.com/

COVID-19 Offering: http://go.pixton.com/covid19

Is this more dramatic than the next image? The Clouds 200 miles below!
I don’t know which one is more dramatic – the clouds 200 miles below Image by NASA
which is more dramatic the International Space Station traveling thru the Aurora Borealis Image by Scott Kelly NASA
or the International Space Station traveling thru the Aurora Boealis Image by Astronaut Scott Kelly NASA

In the Last Two Decades – SARS, MERS, and COVID-19

Humans have been afflicted by a series of coronaviruses in additon to deadly flu strains.

Cell of COVID -19 coronavirus in 2020

 

I was reading the news on my phone.

That lead me to write this.

It appears that violence and harassment are increasing as the COVID-19 pandemic deepens.

The violence against immigrants is particularly distressing.

Bigotry and fear are no excuse for behaving like jackasses and worse.

If you want to know why read this.

SARS

Many of you have heard of SARS, a viral infection before COVID-19 which we are suffering through right now.

The SARS pandemic ran from 2002 to 2004.

The outbreak originated in Foshan, China and infected over 8,000 people and caused 774 deaths worldwide.

A chart of SARS depicting how countries were affected by infections, deaths and the rate of death
SARS by country. Image Wikipedia

Images from Wikipedia

Image of the Probable cases of SARS in 2002 & 2003. Wikipedia
Image of the Probable cases of SARS in 2002 & 2003. Wikipedia

 

Images of SARS-CoV0-2 and Human Cells Wikipedia
Images of SARS-CoV0-2 and Human Cells Wikipedia

 

MERS

Since SARS there has been MERS.

SARS was designated SARS-CoV-2 . MERS was designated CoV.

It too was a coronavirus.

Mortality was about one-third of diagnosed cases.

Camels have been shown to have antibodies but there is no scientific proof of how they got infected or how it spread to humans.

It’s spread outside of a hospital is rare.

But image a 1/3 death rate!

Image of MERS ONE-THIRD MORBIDITY RATE IMAGE WIKIPEDIA
MERS one-third morbidity rate!

 

Image MERS outbreak 2013 -2020 Wikipedia
Image MERS outbreak 2013 -2020 Wikipedia

 

 

By the numbers: Information from WHO with links in blue Image World Health Organization

By the numbers: Information from WHO with links in blue Image World Health Organization

CORONAVIRUS

Why are they called coronaviruses?

Corona is Spanish is crown.

IMAGE OF COVID-19 on unsplash by Viktor Forgacs
IMAGE OF COVID-19 on unsplash by Viktor Forgacs Note the red “crowns”

H1N1

SARS was mainly in the East and MERS in Saudi Arabia and the East.

The most recent pandemic to affect the United States was the H1N1 “swine flu”. In 2009 it aflicted over 60 million people in the United States.

The COVID-19 is not in that category.

The swine flu  hit the younger people hard. I remember standing in line with my sons waiting to get the vaccination shot.

Here we are

Another coronavirus. Where do they come from?

H1N1 Swine Flu statistics Chart: CDC
H1N1 Swine Flu statistics Chart: CDC

Pangolins

This is a pangolin
This is a pangolin

These are pangolins rescued from poachers. They are a luxury ingredient in Chinese and Philipine medicinal potions.

In February 2020 Chinese researchers identified that Pangolins match 98 percent of the cells in the COVID-19 virus.  Later the number was rechecked and it dropped to 90.3%.

Scientists will have to searching for the culprit.

Thanks for stopping.

Craig

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