I spent the last 5 weeks building a nice deck on the front of my house.
It sticks out from the house 10 feet and covers the whole front of the
house. I built it without posts, so it just attached to the house.
When it was completed, I walked out to the edge, and all of a sudden my
house tipped over. Now the house sits as a 45 deg angle being held in
place by the deck. And the front of the deck is now touching the lawn.
How do I fix this?
As this problem is clearly a direct affect of global warming, er, I mean
climate change, it will be impossible to fix. If only you had used fewer
fossil fuels during your hedonistic life. Serves you right.
What's not to like about a congressman who talks like the greatest
catcher in the history of baseball?
He had a law practice for 25 years and was a magistrate for 10 of those
years. He was elected to congress in 2006. His first bill said street
patrols in Iraq should be turned over to the Iraqis. I'd call him a cut
above Rumsfeld, who expressed indifference to GI requests for armored
HUMVs. He also said units must not be deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan
unless certified mission capable, unless the president waived that for a
particular unit, for national security.
The Atlanta Journal Constitution found him pretty sharp. So did his
constituents. Sixty percent were black, but he took 99.9% of the vote
He was diagnosed with Hepatitis C in 1998. He said he didn't know how
he'd contracted it. The virus wasn't even proved to exist until 1989, so
in those days, hospitals weren't good at screening blood or making sure
surgical equipment was safe.
In February of 2010, he completed a successful treatment at Walter Reed,
but the disease had left him underweight and easily confused. That would
explain his inappropriate metaphor the following month. Constituents
still had faith in him. He took 75% of the vote in November. Since
then, he has regained his acuity and gained weight.
"On October 5, 2014 The Washingtonian published their 15th biennial "Best &
Worst of Congress" list. This is a unique perspective of how congressional
staffers see elected members of congress. The process is simple, ALL
staffers -of all offices- get ballots asking for the best and worst elected
members of congress in various categories. Rep. Hank Johnson was voted
"Worst Speaker" and "Most Clueless" by congressional staffers."
Sixty percent were black, but he took 99.9% of the vote
The flagship of Cox Enterprises, the Atlanta Journal Constitution is a
conservative newspaper with an excellent reputation.
The Washingtonian was a sideline for the director of a private art
collection founded by his wealthy parents. It was about the high life:
the best restaurants, neighborhoods, and divorce lawyers. His widow
tries to continue the fluffy tradition.
I have trouble evaluating a couple of dozen candidates on a ballot. How
well do you think hundreds of secretaries and interns can compare 435
members of congress? If Johnson won, it shows he'd gotten the word out
with his hilarious youtube video.
You can be led by a liberal inside-the-beltway magazine if you wish.
I'll take my advice from a fine conservative newspaper.
Exactly. Who would have the audacity to run against such a man? In
fact, three write-ins ganged up against him. Together, they got 0.1% of
the vote. Only one voter in a thousand didn't want to endorse him.
In alt.home.repair, on Mon, 10 Aug 2015 22:32:35 -0400, J Burns
I gave blood around 1988, and soon got a letter from the Red Cross
saying I had non-A, non-B, non-C hepatitits, something not really known
to exist at the time (Since C wa a catch-all for a while) and that I
shouldnt' give blood anymore. They do this diagnosis based not on any
symptoms I had but on values of certain things in the blood.
I didn't really like giving blood, so that was a good, compelling
Then 15 years later I got a letter from them (It pays not to move)
telling me that new information or new studies or something meant I
didnt' have hepatitis after all...... but I still shoudn't give blood.
My internist couldnt' explain that.
But I guess I have the best of both worlds, I'm not sick but I don't
have to give blood. Well I would like to, except when I'm doing it.
One morning in January of 1980, I suddenly felt cold. I got into a
mummy sleeping bag in a warm room. I couldn't get warm. For four days,
I couldn't eat, a flight of stairs was exhausting, and i couldn't get
warm except in the shower. It was a mystery. Until a few minutes before
I got into the sleeping bag, my health had seemed excellent.
I finally went to the neighborhood doctor. He flew into a rage when I
walked in. He said he knew I had hepatitis because my eyes were yellow.
He told me to get to a hospital before I infected the whole town.
I didn't know why he would insinuate that I had an infectious disease
that decent citizens didn't get, unless me presumed I was a substance
abuser. Why of course! I was a Vietnam veteran. You can never live
down a disgrace like that.
There I was, deathly ill, cold, and weak, and I couldn't even stay in
bed. He was banishing me from his town without even telling me what was
wrong. It was snowing. There were already 5" on the roads. The VA
hospital was 20 miles away. The trip would take an hour or so, most of
it standing at bus stops in the blowing snow.
I'd never really come back from Vietnam. Now I felt like I was there,
and I was glad. "Easy come, easy go, it never was my country anyway."
I'd seen pieces of Midnight Cowboy on TV. I figured I'd end up like
Dustin Hoffman, dead and cold on a bus seat. It was a long walk up the
driveway in the snow to the hospital. They took blood. Except for
immunizations, 57 stitches for 8 wounds in the Marines, and a cortisone
shot after treatment for a broken elbow had been withheld 3 years in the
Coast Guard, that was the only time I'd been stuck with a needle, but
the neighborhood doc seemed to have me pegged as a drug addict.
I sat for hours in the waiting area, cold, weak, and nauseous. Then I
was called in to see a young doctor. He told me I had mononucleosis.
Nothing could be done for me, and I'd be sick for six months. He told me
to go home.
I doubted I'd make it. With no treatment, I would have been better off
if I'd never gotten out of bed, but I was glad I'd come. Now I knew
what was killing me. More important, he knew I was a Vietnam veteran
but hadn't talked to me like scum. I'd been back 12 years, and that was
When I got back, I found I could eat a little. For weeks, I slept around
the clock, unable to stay awake more than 15 minutes. Climbing stairs
was exhausting. It was six weeks before I could step outside and seven
months before I felt fairly well.
Many people don't even know they have mononucleosis, but it's fatal in
2% of males. Normally, swelling of the liver and spleen is a clinical
symptom. In the unlucky few, the virus explodes when it hits the liver,
and they die of necrosis.
I don't think my liver ever swelled. It must have been wiped out in a
matter of minutes. I believe my liver made a lot of glycogen. It could
keep me going all day without getting hungry or thirsty, but I think it
was like gunpowder and the virus was a spark. Without a liver to make
vital substances and detoxify, I could only lie there getting cold like
I think two things saved me. Without a liver, I don't think I was
making anything to sustain the virus, and a liver can regenerate. In 96
hours, I think I had enough liver function to keep me alive, but I
didn't know it because I was following civilization's hypocritical rule
to pursue medical attention. That could have killed me and was probably
a big setback to my recovery. Who cares? The goal of medicine is money.
Sounds like you had a really bad case. The symptoms of mono are many
and varied. Often times the spleen gets enlarged, which if very
dangerous. High, sustained fever is another. Many people get bad cases
of jaundice. As far as I know, there's no real treatment other than to
address what symptoms you present with. I had the swollen spleen, the
jaundice and ran 105 temp for 10 days. It was pretty bad. 2 months
later, I was much better, but was told to tread lightly because I would
be more likely than others to come down with it again.
I'm glad you survived because I know how tough it can be.
I was curious, so I looked it up.
If I couldn't get warm in a mummy sleeping bag in a warm room, and I was
very weak, and my eyes were yellow, acute liver failure sounds like a
suitable diagnosis, although I wasn't told it.
It says ACL is the rapid onset of liver dysfunction in a person without
known prior liver disease. It says "hyperacute" occurs within 7 days.
Mine was more like 7 minutes.
When the local doctor saw my yellow eyes, his best bet might have been
acetaminophen overdose. The second might have been reaction to
medication. The third, too much to drink. The usual infectious agents
are Hepatitis A and B, but A comes in epidemics from contaminated food
That leaves B, transmitted by sharing needles. About 1% if Americans are
infected. Few are treated because only 1% have the potential to cause
ALF. There was a 1 in 10,000 chance that a person would have acute liver
trouble from hepatitis B. The only reason to assume I had hepatitis B
was an assumption that I was a junkie. I'd lived in the community 15
years, and nothing in my behavior suggested that. It had to be because I
was a Vietnam veteran. (A few years later, Johnny Carson made the
serious announcement that he thought it was time for "us" to forgive the
The VA doctor was more polite in the way he told me to go to hell, but
he, too, treated me like Lazarus. He told me there was no treatment for
mono, and I mustn't drink any beer for 6 months because my liver was
shot. Did he assume I was a boozer because I was a Vietnam veteran?
Somewhere I've read that in 1% of cases, mono "explodes" when it hits
the liver, and the victims are normally males. That's where I got the 2%
figure for males. Now I've found an abstract of research done from 1998
They said ALF is uncommon, and the fatality rate is high. They studied
records of 1887 ALF cases between 1998 and 2012. All were 18-44 years
old and 75% male. Of these, 4 (0.21%) were caused by the EB virus. All
were treated with an antiviral agent. Two died and a third needed a
I think ALF may be much more common. It takes lab work to diagnose it.
If the criteria are met, wouldn't the doctor be likely to say it was
previously undiagnosed chronic failure? Similarly, if a doctor
determined that it was acute, would he even look for a link to something
seemingly as unlikely as the EB virus? Many report that the cause is
unknown, or perhaps he could blame a medication that might cause ALF.
Five years earlier, my father had suffered a severe illness that started
the same way: suddenly, he couldn't get warm. I didn't connect the two
cases because they said mine was mono and his was Epstein-Barr. We had
large glycogen stores in common. He might eat a light breakfast, then
not slow down to eat until 11 PM.
I figure the virus affects most livers like a torpedo hitting a
battleship. You might not even notice, or you might suffer inconvenience
until the damage can be repaired. I figure a liver full of glycogen is
like an aircraft carrier full of aviation fuel.
As the rector of a parish with 700 households, he got the best doctors.
They put him in an iron lung. His breathing soon recovered, but his legs
were weak and painful for the rest of his life. He'd become a priest on
account of his legs. After college, his ambition was to break in with
the Red Sox. His running and jumping were exceptional. Baseball
mattered more than religion to the bishop. He saw him play and recruited
I was lucky to be a Vietnam veteran. The doctors directed me to the
gutter, and I had a pleasant recovery. For a fan of Sad Sack, sleeping
around the clock for a few weeks was ideal. Think of all the idiotic TV
and conversation I avoided! The day I felt strong enough to step
outside, I walked two miles to the library, caught up on periodicals,
and walked back. I wasn't up to par, but I was doing fine.
I experienced no usual symptoms of mono. Maybe my immune system overcame
the virus fast, if not fast enough for my liver. Vitamins A and D are
vital to the immune system. An enlightened diet may have been my
My mother had quit serving liver when I was a teen because medical
fashion said Vitamin A was dangerous. You were supposed to get it from
beta carotene, but medical fashion said to serve vegetables raw or
blanched because cooking destroyed vitamins. Unfortunately, the human
gut can't get much nutrition from vegetables that aren't cooked soft.
You were supposed to get beta carotene in vitamin pills, but medical
fashion said not to eat fat at breakfast. Without fat to trigger the
secretion of bile, beta carotene doesn't become vitamin A.
My father used to love reading shirtless in the sun, but a few years
before his illness, his doctor ordered him to avoid the sun because that
was the latest medical fashion. Medical fashion said to get vitamin D
from vitamin pills, but the usual supplement in pills was more useful to
rats than humans. The supplement usually found in milk was better, but
medical fashion said not to drink much.
When I enlisted, I was glad to get liver again, and I found I loved
vegetables cooked soft. I didn't avoid the sun. (In Vietnam, I got so
much sun that I looked like a gingerbread boy with bleached, curly hair,
not the dark, straight hair I'd had at home. I guess that's how I caught
the eye of the princess.)
Unlike my enlightened parents, I ate dumb, old-fashioned food and
followed a dumb, old-fashioned lifestyle. I figured we dumb people must
have been doing something right because there were lot more of us alive
than there were smart people.
Sixteen years after his time in the iron lung, his doctor ordered him to
avoid dairy products because that was the latest medical fashion. A year
later, he had terminal throat cancer. Fed up with doctors, he declined
treatment because it was known to be useless except of course to bring
in lots of insurance money.
My siblings smugly said it was his own fault for smoking a pipe, which
he'd quit on doctor's orders 20 years earlier. That was medical fashion.
The medical industry ignored the Surgeon General's 1964 report on
smoking. It proved cigarettes killed but noted that pipe smokers lived 3
years longer than men who had never smoked.
His cancer was rare in America but common in China, where so many people
had it and so many smoked that it could be determined that there was no
statistical correlation. That kind of cancer is caused by the EB virus.
In ordering my father to avoid any sun or milk, the doctors crippled his
immune system. The common virus that had once put him in an iron lung,
came back to kill him.
No, but I think I see the connection. He died at a hospital, surrounded
by family and friends, but the cause was never released. ALF? It didn't
occur to the doctor to check for the EB virus? His family didn't want
the public to assume he was a junkie?
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