( It comes at last to cancel time: )

Current Music: Nest – marefjellet

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While Ebola was breaking out in Kikwit, I spoke with a doctor named William T. Close, who had lived in Congo (Then Zaire) for sixteen years. When he was in Zaire, Bill Close rebuilt and ran the mama yemo general hospital, a two thousand-bed facility in the capital. When Ebola broke out for the first time, in 1976, Close went to Zaire and helped coordinate the medical effort to deal with the virus, and advised the Zairian Government. Years later, during the Ebola Kikwit outbreak, he acted as a liaison between Congolese government officials and doctors from the CDC in Atlanta.
“In 1976, when Ebola broke out in Yambuku that first time, there was a nun, Sister Beata, who died of Ebola,” Close recalled. “There was a priest, father Germain Lootens, who gave her the last rites as she died. She had a terrible fever, sweat was pouring down her face, and bloodstained tears were running down her face. Father Lootens took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from her forehead and the blood tears from her face. Then, unthinkingly, he took the bloodstained handkerchief and wiped the tears from his own face with it - he had been crying too. A week later he came down with Ebola, and a week after that he was dead.”



Now, Close had been hearing reports that some members of the medical staff of Kikwit General Hospital - Dr. Bwaka and his nurses - had continued to care for Ebola patients despite the grave risks to themselves. “Those hospital staff people have gone into that hospital to work knowing they may die,” Close said. And the doctors and nurses in Kikwit were working without basic medical supplies. “The greatest need in Kikwit right now is for rubber aprons to protect the doctors and nurses, because the blood and vomit is soaking through their operating gowns,” He said. “This is huge, lethal African hemorrhagic virus. We all sort of feel that Ebola comes out of its hiding place when something occasionally alters the very delicate balance of the ecosystems, in a tropical region where things grow as they would in a petri dish. But if there are lessons to be learned here, they are human lessons. This is about people doing their duty. It’s about doctors doing what has to be done, right now, without a whole lot of heroics. Have you ever been petrified with fear? Real fear? Possessed by naked fear, where you have no hope of control over your fate? If you’re a medical worker, when the die is cast, the fear goes away, and you do what you have to do - you get to work. That’s what’s happening with the medical people in that hospital right now. There are things happening in Kikwit. . .” He paused. “Magnificent human things…How can I explain this? There was another incident in 1976, also in Yambuku. One of the doctors - he was a Belgian named Jean-Francois Ruppol - delivered a baby in the middle of it all.” Ebola has a profound effect on pregnant women: they hemorrhage profusely and abort the fetus, which itself is infected with Ebola. “There were people dying of Ebola all around in that room in the hospital, and there was a woman in childbirth. She was Dr. Ruppol’s patient, and her baby was his patient, too. The baby was stuck - too big for the birth canal.” The woman had a high fever, she was terribly ill, but her baby had to be delivered, even if it was infected with Ebola.
“So he performed the Zarate procedure on her,” Close said.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“The Zarate procedure? It’s a simple and rather crude but very effective way of enlarging the outlet to remove the baby.
“With a knife, you split the pubic symphysis.”
“The what?”
“The front of the pelvis. The pelvic bones.” He said.
It’s a hard, bony spot, and you can feel it, just above the pubic area, he said. “You split the bones there. You press the scalpel through cartilage. The bones go “pop” and the pelvis springs open, and you pull the baby out. The hospital had run out of anesthetics. So he did the Zarate procedure on the woman without giving her an anesthetic.”
“My God.”
“She was conscious. By the time he got the baby out, the baby had stopped breathing. The baby was in breathing arrest and drenched with the woman’s blood. He put the baby’s mouth to his mouth and gave the baby mouth to mouth resuscitation. The baby started to breathe. He pulled away, and his mouth and face were smeared with blood. There was a nurse standing by. When she saw his face she said, ‘Doctor, do you realize what you’ve done?’
“ ‘I do now,’ he said.”

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If I had been through an expressive phase. I was moved - poignant. I’m fazed and re-re-unfazed. A new essential piece of mind, is lost. Acclimated to thinking in unspeakable ways. And “some” doubt. Not that it feels very over, but I do miss feeling excited. Maybe I was crushed before and I don’t remember. It’s not working out for numerous reasons, and of course it doesn’t help that I could be trying. I’ve got such a thin “could” going on over here. Probably thin enough to confuse even the sturdiest knot. It could be a multitude of things right now, it’s the times baby, it’s the amusement park pancreas, it’s the late hours, lack of sleep, weight loss, angel hair & chalky right through a dollar bill hose. Lungs are also fried. Made an awful taste in the back of my throat. It’s not like trickling phlegm. It has dust mites, very ‘high’ dust mites - it’s another way to be numb, and some other things we say are difficult. “How’eth many ways does thou need’eth to shut’eth down” - redumbdant. One of them has to eventually work - it’s always in the last place you look, not because of fate and wizards - and all of it’s majestic born-again buffoonery, but because - you just stop looking.



Bizarre Illness Terrifies Sudanese: Nodding syndrome - A mysterious disease of children
Article:Here

"Martha Halim lives in fear. She is terrified of the moon's phases, afraid of eating and fearful of fires, rivers and ponds.

She is stricken with mysterious seizures that frighten her from eating. Her parents have tried everything. She's been to a hospital, she's seen a Western doctor and she's taken anti-epileptic drugs."

She gives a grim description of what it's like when her disease overpowers her.

"When it comes, it looks like a black cloud but in the shape of a human," said Martha. "That's all I know. At the end, I find myself on the floor."

Martha suffers from a strange affliction called "nodding syndrome," apparently unique to southern Sudan. Its young victims tend to nod vigorously at the sight of food. The condition often progresses to severe seizures, mental retardation and death.

The affliction, which has been found in about 300 children so far, baffles experts. The World Health Organization began investigating it about two years ago, around a year after Martha's symptom first appeared.

Peter Spencer, an American neurotoxicologist who has investigated the condition for WHO, encountered another 13-year-old girl with a bizarre variation of the illness.

"I was able to demonstrate with her that she was a regular nodder with local food and by contrast she did not nod when eating a variety of American food — candy bars or whatever. It was absolutely staggering," he said.

"You can consider her a dead person, because she is not going to marry and she is going to die of this disease," her father says. "If this treatment doesn't work, then all I can do is wait to let the child die." ■

( Something Visual: Photos • April • May  )

Current Music: Carcass - Swansong - Track I

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I swear I'm almost done posting on this topic. But it's been in the news, and all over the local papers on the internet - and we finally know who it is, where he lives, went to school with my sister... And this is what the man looks like:




( Σ )


The trial is going to be a long one. An unnecessary battle. He didn’t just mess up once and apologize or learn from it at all, he has a huge list. And now his criminal record is bleeding into our lives. He has no conscience and that to me is about the worst part because, he can never be punished, only locked away. In court he sits unmoved and tired, rolling eyes slumped over in his seat, bored. His girlfriend motions to him and makes eye contact, more focused on him and any attention she can get from him than from what she helped to do. I have no idea when any of this will end. I don’t think anytime soon, and they are all pleading Not Guilty.

The night he did it, he dressed up as The Joker. He opened my grandmothers door, yelling "Ta-Da!" And did a jig-tap-dance before he began to choke her. My Grandmother is still recovering, and is well enough now to own and take care of a cat. I should get ready soon, I'm sick with another flu and not feeling (or looking) so hot... And I've got tickets tonight for a show. I've also got my math class, so I'll probably stop by my school before I head out to drop off my math HW and head to SF from there.

Current Mood: Fever
Current Music: The Byrds – It's All Over Now, Baby Blue

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Las Vegas is not a cheap place to have your anniversary!





My hair has gotten too long. I have been covering it with black cherry instead of black for some months now. And finally the color has begun to show. I think it's time for a major hair cut, among other changes... That will probably end up on here eventually. Too much to report in too little time for now though. Time to bathe - going to see an old friend tonight.

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( En†rance )

Current Music: 003. Athanati Este | Rotting Christ - Sanctus Diavolos

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So I'm currently absorbed in a book called INTO THIN AIR by Jon Krakauer - just half way through. I have not been this excited by a book since The Demon in the Freezer by Richard Preston. I'm resorting to a fantasy - adventure phase recently. I just sliced some pumpkin cheesecake, poured a glass of soy nog and took a moment to read & play on the computer. I've been wanting to take pictures of my viral collection that I've acquired from over the years, and so, tonight I tried to put together a few of my favorite items.



Well here is some; not all from my ridiculously-obsessive-science-virology-crap collection: & as if you weren't already tired of seeing me post on this fucking shit. Yes still obsessed... not nearly as interesting as a pair of tits - but hell! You've gotta love some Ebola.

Current Music: Ashen Light - Ros'
Tags: bric–a–brac

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( C o n t e n t - Damaged Film )

Current Location: Some fraction of a past me
Current Mood: Nostalgic without the Algia
Current Music: Old Man's Child - Towards Eternity

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( C o n t e n t - Wildlife Refuge Photos )

Current Music: NUMB - Blood Meridian - Track 03
Tags: sutro baths, wildlife refuge

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Myspace deleted these, then Photobucket deleted one, and now I'm going to test my luck and see if Livejournal does the same thing. I just don't see how these are considered explicit or violating, but that is not for me to decide being that it is a product of something I am well beyond comfortable with, and apparently the internet is still not yet comfortably acquainted with a bit of leg and bum. We all know Myspace is comfortable with everything else... yet, what is fair, isn't really my call. Resistance only makes for more temptation. I'm not really yet sure, how good that can be, oh well.

I'm really lethargic from all this heat, but it is finally beginning to burn off, and cool the house. I don't know how well I'll do tomorrow in this heat, if I'm going to visit my sister Jori to do some antiquing and beaching up north. I wasn't able to leave this morning or all afternoon because the brakes in my car finally expired, and have been grinding with every stop I've made over the last... Oh couple months of putting off taking it to the shop... so expensive. I just got my car back, and am able to leave town tomorrow early as possible, and be back before class next week. I hope the heat doesn't persist, I'm such a pansy 80 degrees and on, and I'm starting to panic, well mostly because I can't make hot tea =\ Which by the way, I decided to say Fuck the Drs. orders, and following this new Kidney stone-Free diet, and I'm back to drinking tea again, regardless. In moderation this time, no more than a pot per 24HRS. (it was mostly the black tea that caused the stones so I'm avoiding that kind completely) Aw hell, a girls gotta live!

Current Music: ALCEST - Le Secret (French Dreamy-Metal, recommended by a friend)

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( H M B | JAN - JUNE 2008 | WARNING: PICTURE HEAVY )

Current Music: Triumphator - Heralds Of Pestilence

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( GEISHA MODEL: MARY FRANCO | OPERA )

Current Mood: Fatigued
Current Music: GONTYNA KRY - Krew Naszych Ojców

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( C I R C U M )

Current Music: mogwai | killing all the flies

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Current Music: Radiohead - In Rainbows (Disc II) - Last Flowers
Tags: desire, fade, injury, love, pleasure, shatter, will

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n. The operation of cutting into the trachea to give the patient an airway.

Incision of the trachea through the skin and muscles of the neck.
Inferior tracheotomy - performed b e l o w the isthmus of the thyroid.
Superior tracheotomy - performed above the isthmus of t h e thyroid.

22 | JANUARY | 2008

My first day as a returning student, for the spring semester. And I still need to buy my Manikin + pay lab fee's for Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation (CPR) and further courses.


Yep, middle night twitterpated rants, pointless as they come. Thank You, very little restlessness.

I should be asleep, I should be drinking tasteless water so I don't get a re-occurrence of fucking kidney stones again, but Nope I have my Vanilla milk of the soy bean, an old-ish Raspberry Mocha, 1/2 pack of cigarettes & norco stimulating my already anxious bum right now. I'm also s t i l l not! tired and I know I'll be up half the night... accomplishing everything but sleep.

Current Mood: Awake.
Tags: mumblish, school, sleeplessness, tracheotomies