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Still a shot from last year. I haven't got the energy to go out shooting at the moment. I will be starting on the new therapy soon. Hopefully it will make me feel better. I will have to go to LUMC (University hospital of Leiden) every month to receive the drug intravenously. On Tuesday I have my first appointment. Not yet for the therapy, I first have to for all kinds of scans and bloodtests before commencement. Like a "before" and "after" registration.
29th July 2021 :
A quick trip into town this morning and on my way home, noticed this on the blood testing centre.
Different and rather fun.
Sorry, this is a dump and run. Other things that need doing.
Better viewed large and thank you for your favourites.
Some sort of white fake-chocolate carob doggy treat on sale at the vet's where my cat Jester had a blood test on Saturday.
For the last year, He's had stiff back legs and been unable to jump up on furniture. The treatment was anti-inflammatory drops which alleviated the problem. However, we recently learned that this 13 yo cat can live to 18 years, so being on this medication might damage his liver taking it long term.
Update: Good news. Jester's blood test came through - all negative. He can continue with the anti-inflammatory medication with no repercussions!
Type ll diabetes requires regular monitoring. I have been able to control this disease for over 15 years by diet, exercise and regular monitoring. :)
I'm used to this drop dripping.... but no splashing! As a Type II diabetic I frequently poke myself ... making a big drop of my blood for testing sugar levels.
no diabetics were harmed in the making of this drip :)
Pretty hedge at the top of the steps from the basement carpark of the Healthscope Laboratary where I went for a routine blood test.
Six hours at the hospital for medical observation including, EKG, several bloodtests, check of blood pressare, thats what I had to go through to get this shot. I lost focus for ”one” second and was bitten just above my knee. Lesson learned, never loose the respect for wild animals and never loose focus.
Behind Blue Eyes.
Snakes shed their skin as they grow.
In the process, the snake's eyes become dark blue or cloudy. It's generally a sign that liquid is building up between the eye and the eye cap, which is part of the snake's skin.
Skåne, Sweden.
We had to let our sweet Hanna go on Thursday. She was perfectly fine on Wednesday. She started to have seizures at night, could not get up, 2 of her legs were stiff. The seizures never stopped, even the Vet could not get them under control. Bloodtests and X-rays showed that she was in good health, most likely had a brain tumor.
This is one of the last pictures I have of her.
We are heartbroken.
Six hours at the hospital for medical observation including, EKG, several bloodtests, check of blood pressare, thats what I had to go through to get this shot. I lost focus for ”one” second and was bitten just above my knee. Lesson learned, never loose respect for wild animals and never loose focus.
Behind Blue Eyes.
Snakes shed their skin as they grow.
In the process, the snake's eyes become dark blue or cloudy. It's generally a sign that liquid is building up between the eye and the eye cap, which is part of the snake's skin.
Skåne, Sweden.
We had to let our sweet Hanna go on Thursday. She was perfectly fine on Wednesday. She started to have seizures at night, could not get up, 2 of her legs were stiff. The seizures never stopped, even the Vet could not get them under control. Bloodtests and X-rays showed that she was in good health, most likely had a brain tumor.
This is one of the last pictures I have of her.
We are heartbroken.
Collection:
Images from the History of Medicine (IHM)
Alternate Title(s):
Eye surgery
Publication:
Bethesda, MD : U.S. National Library of Medicine, National Institutes of Health, Health & Human Services, [2010]
Language(s):
French
Format:
Still image
Subject(s):
Rheumatic Diseases -- therapy
Constriction
Regional Blood Flow
Strabismus -- surgery
Genre(s):
Book Illustrations,
Pictorial Works
Abstract:
Illustration of two open books. Top book shows glass tubes and accompanying pumps (invented by V.T. Junod) designed to constrict the blood flow to the arms and legs as a cure for rheumatism. Facing page shows text in French. Bottom book illustration shows methods of operating on crossed eyes and excessive squinting. Traité, vol. 6, pl. 28, vol. 7, pl. D.
Related Title(s):
Hidden treasure and Is part of: Traité complet de l'anatomie de l'homme; See related catalog record: 61020970R
Extent:
1 online resource (1 image)
NLM Unique ID:
101596985
NLM Image ID:
A033102
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Hello everyone , friends
Happy week ahead and Thanks for all the comments last days,
much appreciated !
Greetings all the animals on the farm , Caroline
Golden Moment my dog, is doing well
the medicaion works very good
Thursday 16 november bloodtests in the hospital for pet animals
...she isn't quite well yet. We were at the vet with her yesterday and they took both bloodtests and urinal tests.
She has lost her lower fangs (she lost her upper fangs 10 years ago) so we got new medication for her again.
She still get her daily doze of antibiotics and painkillers. She seem to be better today and eat a lot and as she should.
She is soon about 14 years old so I guess she feels her age, so she sleep away her days.
Summary of 2021
By Andrew Karagianis
Flickr version
If 2020 was a year of fear and panic, 2021 was a year of frustration. However, it wasn’t all bad.
Let’s get the COVID stuff out of the way first. People are still wearing masks below their noses, as though their nose and lungs aren’t connected – probably the same reason why it’s fine to breathe through your nose underwater as long as your mouth is closed.
Wait, what?
People are still socializing indoors with people who don’t live with them, without masks on, even though we know that the virus is airborne, not just spread via droplets. The government still hasn’t made a blanket travel ban or gone into another long-enough lockdown, because it values jobs over lives. And as I’ve realized more recently, mask mandates as they currently exist aren’t as helpful as they could be, because masks are not one-size-fits-all. I have yet to find a mask that doesn’t leave gaps – and the big honking industrial respirator I have that would offer the best protection isn’t allowed in a lot of settings because it has a valve that lets breath out.
And so here we are, with COVID cases skyrocketing like we’ve never seen before during the past few weeks due to this Omicron variant. The pandemic is nowhere near over, and our freedom to socialize like it’s 2019 without that nagging concern of “Am I going to be exposed to COVID by doing this?” is not on the horizon. Even the Q-anon confidiocy (confederacy + idiocy), who believe the world is out to get them, know deep down that maybe those large gatherings are risky for them personally. Vaccines prevent severe disease, but they don’t prevent infection, and that has been my justification for not seeing friends or family in person very much this year – because no level of face-to-face fun is worth finding out a few days later that someone’s been exposed to COVID.
But we’ve all spent enough time reading about the pandemic, so here’s how the rest of my year went. This year I’m going to separate the months by headers.
There were eight main events in 2021 that made it a significant year for me, which I will highlight as they come up in the chronology.
January:
Ally and I rang in the new year at home. Toronto was [still] on lockdown. We watched two episodes of Schitt’s Creek, and read our books.
In the first half of January, the provincial government announced a stay-at-home order effective January 14th, for everyone who could stay home. On January 14th, I got the word from my employer that I should try to work from home as much as possible. I texted our landlord, and he agreed to let me use NathAnne’s old apartment as a work space temporarily. On January 15th, I started working from home.
February:
February was cold.
I got my second FitBit – a Charge 4. I also started my GAIN Q3 training. As of December 24th, I still haven’t finished it due to lack of opportunities to do my practice interviews.
Also in February, my stocks on the investing app reached their peak. From that point on, my portfolio gradually decreased in value until July, when I reached the “break-even” point and sold it all off. Then I bought back a few shares in one company that consistently did well, and as of the end of 2021, I’m up about $70. Small gains as far as experienced investors are concerned, but it’s better than being in the hole!
March:
The first of the eight main events that influenced my experience of 2021 was that on March 20th, I got my first dose of the Pfizer-BioNtech COVID vaccine. Let me just say how amazing that is. Humans had never developed a coronavirus vaccine until 2020, and now, a little over a year into the pandemic, I’d been given one.
Unfortunately over the course of the year, we would come to realize that vaccinated people can still be infected and even hospitalized in some cases, so it’s not perfect, but I am certain that mass vaccination has prevented lots of deaths. When I wrote my summary of 2020, 4.9 million people had received one dose of the vaccine. As of December 22nd, 2021, 4.49 billion people have had at least one dose of the vaccine. So that’s great progress.
But more needs to be done to get vaccines to less-wealthy countries where the vaccination rates are much lower than they are here. Why? Not just to save their lives; that’s the moral argument, and I’m fine with that. But also because most of the variants of concern have come from less-wealthy countries. And unless air travel completely stops, those variants will all come to Toronto soon after they’re discovered. Oops; I got to talking about COVID again! Well, of course I am; this is the biggest thing since World War Two.
Anyway, also in March, Ally embarked on a mini-project to document the rivers buried underneath our neighborhood in Leslieville, and I meanwhile took pictures of the date stamps of some of the manhole covers and sidewalks to see how old they were. One was from 1929! Damn, we’re just fascinating, aren’t we?
Also in March, Terrance (our parrot) started having problems with what seemed to be his breathing. We took him to a few vets over what I think were several days… I remember Ally being out with him to the vet once while I was working from home, and looking at his empty cage and getting teary-eyed at the thought of Terrance dying. Fortunately, after a few weeks of medication, he was back to normal. Now he’s 16 years old!
The second (and most significant) event of 2021 for me (at least until November) was that on March 24th, I got a bloodtest, and stupidly looked up my results online that night. It’s not a death sentence, but it fucking might as well have been in my mind, for the first few weeks as I tried to make sense of it. It said my fasting blood glucose was 6.5, and the report said that it indicates prediabetes. Great, thought I – I’m destined to have a disease in which a) I can’t have sugar ever again, and b) I have to prick my needle-phobic skin every day. All of those trips to Bulk Barn in which I bought $30 worth of chocolate at a time had caught up with me, not as an overweight 60-something, but as a slim 35-year-old.
I didn’t hear from my doctor for close to a month though, and no news is good news when it comes to medical things, but I immediately stopped eating cookies and started looking into the glycemic index and figuring out what life-long staple foods I wouldn’t be able to eat anymore, and what I’d be left with.
April:
After I made an unrelated doctor’s appointment in April, the substitute doctor confirmed that I do tentatively have prediabetes. They would test me again in August, but in the meantime, the substitute doctor suggested I start talking to a dietitian, so I did. I woefully overhauled my entire diet over the spring. Gone were:
• Gigantic bowls of cereal – my first love and a daily staple for as long as I can remember.
• Cookies – I probably ate a few hundred calories’ worth of cookies on most days.
• Normal pasta (as opposed to whole wheat).
• Pizza
• Chocolate
• Pop
• White bread products (even though I’d already switched to whole grain bread for sandwiches a few years ago, despite being on my Hate List from 2010).
Needless to say, I started losing weight, and not because I wanted to. These foods constituted the majority of my diet. My Zoo friends circa 2008 were right – those foods I was eating every day back then (white bread, honey buns, pop, etc.) were bad for me. I knew at the time that they were probably right, and my teeth had been showing evidence ever since I was a kid, but since I never got fat, I just assumed this would happen to me much later in life.
I replaced my beloved boxed cereals with porridge; started eating junk chick peas (dried flavoured chickpea snacks), seeds, nuts, and yogurt, and made sure to include protein or “healthy fat” with every carb-based snack or meal. I had to do whatever I could to avoid getting the daily needle prick disease that also happens to have some other shitty effects.
I also started jogging [again] that spring. Let’s be clear – I’ve been pretty sedentary my whole life, with some bouts of medium-term exercise in between. I’d only jogged a few times, but I got into the habit of going out for a power walk or jog before working from home on weekday mornings, and eventually got to the point of being able to jog 0.975km without stopping, once. Unfortunately, I actually got worse at jogging as the year went on, and I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it might have to do with a) the summer humidity, and b) the mostly-downhill route I was taking around Greenwood Park in the spring.
On April 4th, I bought a Canon EOS IX Lite on eBay for $46 – an APS film SLR! I hadn’t really considered that APS film could be had with SLR technology until more recently, so I figured I could get some great film shots with it in combination with whatever lenses I had that would fit it. Two of them fit, but malheureusement, the pictures were grainier than the ones I took with the Kodak Advantix T500 point-and-shoot camera. Given that APS film is such a rarity, I’ve only used one roll in the EOS IX Lite because the T500 produces better-quality pics, but it could also have been related to the roll of film itself…anyway, it was neat to try, and I’ll try it again.
On April 24th, I’d lived in Ontario for 17 years.
On April 25th, Ally & I gave the landlord our notice to move out. After 7.5 years, we decided it was time to leave, as the stench of pot smoke from the basement tenants in the shared ventilation system was pissing us off, and the landlord had recently told us he was considering selling the house. We needed the guarantee of a second room for a private work-from-home space…and I knew that once a new landlord took over the house, I’d be kicked out of the second-floor apartment in short order. I was upset the whole weekend and cried about it three times that Sunday (yeah, that’s right; normalize men expressing emotions) while Ally was downstairs working.
I had gotten attached to the house, the view of the jungle (as I called it) out the third-floor windows, and the neighborhood itself, down to the routes I walked so often along the main roads for shopping or eating; TTC/walking commuting routes while working at Good Shepherd, and along the side streets that we’d wander on evening walks. We’d arranged a network of local services for us in that area over the years. But as I said to Ally, we had done that neighborhood to death. Our neighbors were dicks, and I was intellectually okay to live somewhere else even if I emotionally didn’t want to. We started looking for new apartments right away, and saw one that night. Whether virtually or in person, we saw 8 apartments within 7 days of giving our notice.
May:
On May 1st, Ally got her first dose of the Pfizer vaccine, and then we saw and put a deposit down for a two-bedroom apartment in Etobicoke.
Over the next few weeks, we filled my car full of boxes and other stuff and made at least 8 runs over to the new place in advance of the big moving day. We were lucky in that the landlady gave us a key a month before we moved in.
Around May 25th, I went to Mom’s house and she gave me a Kodak Retinette film camera that had belonged to Gramp, and was made between 1954 and 1958 – my fourth film camera, but the first that uses 35mm film! As of January 1st, 2022, I still haven’t used it though.
At the end of May, I created a 2021 version of my Hate List, and promptly forgot about it. Although there are still a lot of things that grind my gears, I’m a lot less focused on resentments than I was back in 2010 when I wrote the original Hate List. Also, before you make a comment about the existence of a hate list in the first place, you need to see what was on it. It doesn’t target things that people are born with.
June:
On Saturday June 5th, we moved to our new apartment. This was the culmination of the third big event that shaped my 2021. After 7 years, 7 months, and 22 days, it was time to leave the *****Haus (a name we didn’t use until the very end, when we needed a name to refer to it as part of our history). It was the last time I’d hear the roar of the GO train or the screeching from the subway yard in the background, or the chirping birds in the tree canopy outside our windows. We loaded up my car and took Terrance over to the new apartment, set him up, then drove back to the house one last time to meet the movers. We were 35 this time and decided to get someone else to do the heavy lifting down two narrow stairways and around tight corners.
It was insane how much stuff we had, even in this bigger new apartment. But eventually we sorted it out while listening to Elton John and George Harrison on Ally’s Spotify, and made it liveable. We ate Indian food and ice cream, and rejoiced about never having to see our old neighbors again.
Within two days of moving in, I found a new spot for taking pictures. I wanted to retain the habit of going for almost-daily walks, so I familiarized myself with the local streets pretty quickly.
On June 16th, I got my second dose of the Pfizer vaccine.
I spent most of my non-work time in the summer walking and riding my bike around our new neighborhood, which was more bike-friendly than the old one (Leslieville), even if the biking culture is different here. Less hipsters and more Lance Armstrong types, but at least the cycling infrastructure is better here. We rode to Tom Petty (Sam Smith) Park and east along the Martin Goodman Trail several times, and got to know that easterly trail route pretty well. Don’t get me wrong; Leslieville had some recreational trails nearby, but they were a lot farther away. Now the physically-protected bike trails are much closer.
During the first couple of months in our new home, we spent a lot of evenings sitting on the front porch, reading books or eating supper. It was just nice to be able to sit outside on one’s own property (even though we’re tenants) – for the previous 7.5 years, if we wanted to sit outside, free of judgement, we had to go to the park. As the summer went on, we spent less time on the front porch and more time in the back yard. This probably coincided with the upstairs tenants moving out in July; that apartment being vacant for a month, and new tenants moving in in August.
July:
On July 3rd, I got the Strava app as a way to map my bike rides. I also set up my drums in the new apartment in July; having thought I probably wouldn’t be able to in the new place since there were actually other tenants in the adjacent units here (we lived with two empty apartments between us and the basement tenants for almost four years at the *****Haus, so drumming there was never much of a concern).
August:
On August 1st, we headed to Emily Provincial Park for our second camping adventure together, which brings us to the fourth event that made 2021 significant for me – 2021 was the year of camping for us. It was the first year since 2014 that I didn’t leave the province, but camping was accessible enough for us to go a few times. We paddled along the Pigeon River, did some fishing and drone flying (outside of the park; I’m no scofflaw), and choked on the thick 24-hour campfire smoke – clearly some of the other campers didn’t get the memo that you don’t burn a campfire all day during the summer. But it was a nice trip overall.
After camping, I was brought back to working from the office more often, which increased further in September. I was on the fence about it. Working from office mixed up my day a bit, in that it gave me more variety, but it also gave me less time to exercise for diabetes prevention, not to mention putting 70km on my car per day. Which is still an improvement over the 98km per day I was doing when I lived at the *****Haus, but anyway.
In August I finally finished posting my honeymoon pictures on Flickr. It took me two and a half years. I was sad to finish that project, because I got to revisit bits and pieces of my honeymoon frequently over two and a half years. Travel for me is a very nostalgic thing, because although I may only spend a handful of days in a new place, I spend months or years posting pictures from it, so really, the trip feels a lot longer to me, which I like.
September:
In September, I started posting my Europe 2020 pictures, skipping over my trips from 2018 and 2019 in favor of the more-timely contrast of my Europe pictures, because they were taken just days before COVID-19 was declared a pandemic.
September was eventful. Ally bought a car around September 8th. I bought a JBL Bluetooth speaker, since the new apartment has these things called “rooms”, in which sound from my computer doesn’t carry as far. It arrived just in time for me to stream some of the ceremonies for the 20th anniversary of 9/11.
It’s hard to believe 9/11 was 20 years ago, and that there are adults today who hadn’t been born yet on 9/11. But at the same time, it feels like it was 20 years ago, even though I remember images and conversations from that day like it was yesterday. I was a teenager then, just shy of my 16th birthday, living in St. John’s Newfoundland, still in high school, hopelessly single, with dreams of being a rock star (and working toward it, as only a naïve and modestly-talented teenager could). Now I’m 36, live in Toronto, married four years, and have been working as an addiction counsellor for nine years.
A few days later, I went for my follow-up bloodtest to either rule out or confirm prediabetes. Unfortunately, it was confirmed. My fasting blood glucose was actually a tiny bit worse, which was a drag because I’d been making so much effort to eat better and get more exercise during the previous six months. But my doctor told me not to be discouraged, so….we’ll see what the next test shows.
The next weekend we went camping again; this time to Point Farms Provincial Park for just one night. We concluded that we could go camping frequently if we went to relatively-nearby parks and were willing to go for just one night, to avoid the need to ask for time off work. It was a nice little journey to Lake Huron, which I had never seen (other than its offshoot, Georgian Bay). When we got back home, we decided to book another one-night camping trip.
For the federal election, I voted by mail like a communist. Just kidding; communist countries don’t have legitimate elections. We live in a democracy, but you don’t have unlimited rights to personal liberty. Canada isn’t America, and never was. Get used to it, snowflake.
On September 25th, I went for my longest-ever bike ride — 31km! My legs were shot by the end of it, but I was happy with myself.
October:
On October 2nd, we went camping for a third time; this time for a one-nighter in Algonquin Park, at the Canisbay Lake campground. Yes, one night is not much time for a trip to Algonquin, but I can’t stress how much of a pain in the ass it is to have to request time off work, especially in my job, where there are certain days each month that I can’t take off. My previous employer was very fast at approving such requests, but my current one is not. On this trip, we got rained out. But we did see a moose about 50 feet in front of us on the trail! And it was very scenic with all the deciduous tree leaves in bright fall colors.
On October 9th, I bought an iPad and put the old 2010 MacBook Pro into full retirement. It’s not dead yet, but it was time to get a device that I could consistently use to browse the internet, after the MBP kept being useless due to an erroneous clock/date error that I couldn’t fix.
On October 14th, I had my first colonoscopy. Yes, you needed to know that. This was the fifth event that made 2021 significant for me. The prep actually wasn’t too bad. I hardly felt hungry on the all-liquid diet the day before. But I opted to do the procedure without sedation, because being put to sleep is my second biggest fear (behind death itself). Let me just say that if you haven’t had a colonoscopy before…when it’s time, get the sedation. It was the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, like someone jabbing my stomach from the inside with a baseball bat. It felt like the kind of torture they might apply to extract information from an inmate at Guantanamo Bay.
But I was able to walk out of the clinic and go about my day without any assistance, so at least there was that!
After that, I was back to working from home 3 days a week, which I was fine with and which continued for most weeks until the end of the year.
If there was a theme to October itself, it was Ally’s mural project. We spent every weekend in October (except the camping weekend) plus a few weekday evenings painting a whale mural on a garage door near the Junction. A woman had seen Ally’s Bell Box mural from 2019 and commissioned a similar design. It was a nice way to spend time together, in spite of the alleyway channeling the cold wind like it was the Scarborough Town Centre bus terminal. If you look at the photo of the mural above, @creating_to_be_whole is Ally’s Instagram account.
November:
Ally and I got our flu shots on November 2nd. Never before had I been so gung-ho to get a flu shot.
On November 6th, a day that will live in infamy, I went to Mom’s house for a masked visit. We took Penny for a walk to Centennial Park and talked about prediabetes, and then went back and talked about various things in her living room. Elliot came over and joined the conversation. Then I drove home and got stuck in traffic on Lake Shore Blvd at Cherry Street, as they had demolished the onramp to the Gardiner near Logan Ave in September, and Lake Shore was down from three lanes to one, without sufficient signage. When I got home and parked in the driveway, I took a picture from inside my car of a person riding by on a bicycle with the sunset in the background, not knowing it was the last picture I would take before my world changed. I was going to go inside and tell Ally that I got stuck in traffic, which is why I took so long getting home.
Ally was standing in the kitchen, and she told me “I think I’m pregnant!”
Holy fuck!
* * * * *
This was the sixth event that made 2021 significant for me, and turned everything else on its head. For the first several days, I was pretty concerned. We’re doing okay, but we aren’t part of the wealthy Toronto homeowner class. How am I going to be able to afford a kid?!?
We both asked a lot of questions of ourselves and each other, but by the second half of November, we eventually settled on “If we have this opportunity to have a kid and we decide not to, we would probably regret it in the long run.”
So, most of November was spent deliberating about what we were going to do, all while not allowing ourselves to get advice from anyone else because we didn’t want to tell anyone else (other than Ally’s doctor) quite yet.
December:
On December 5th, we told our parents. They were over the moon!
I had the weeks of December 13th and 20th off work, so I recorded a bit of music and did some more walking, which was limited by the prevalence of ice on the sidewalks earlier in the month.
On December 16th, I went with Ally to get her second ultrasound. I heard the baby’s heartbeat and we got a printed picture, in which it definitely looked like a baby this time.
We went up to Dad’s house for a pre-Christmas visit on December 19th, knowing that we probably wouldn’t visit on Christmas Day now. I booked my COVID booster shot for February 1st once the government released the hounds, I mean appointments. Then I got word of another place with earlier appointments and I booked one for January 15th, and later found an even earlier appointment for December 30th. In fact, if there was a seventh theme for 2021 for me, it was the year of needles, which is significant because I fucking hate needles as I mentioned earlier:
• On March 20th I got my first dose of the COVID vaccine (Pfizer).
• On March 24th I got bloodwork.
• On June 16th I got my second dose of the COVID vaccine (Pfizer).
• On September 13th I got bloodwork.
• On October 14th I got two finger pricks to test my blood sugar before and after the colonoscopy (thankfully those were only 5.6, but I had been on a liquid diet).
• On November 2nd I got my flu shot.
• On December 22nd I got my tetanus/pertussis/diphtheria booster shot.
• And on December 30th I got third dose of the COVID vaccine; Moderna this time.
The Omicron variant had made its way to Ontario by early December, and by December 23rd the daily count of new COVID cases had broken the record set in April; over 5,000 (on December 31st, it was 16,713 cases). We decided that week that we were not going anywhere for Christmas this year. Not worth the risk.
On Christmas Day, Ally and I had a leisurely morning and opened our presents around 11:00am. We went for an afternoon walk, FaceTimed with my family who were at Dad’s house in the afternoon, and ate leftover lasagna for supper. A very low-risk Christmas for us. On Boxing Day, we took and posted a picture of us with the second ultrasound picture of our future child and Terrance photoshopped onto my shoulder. The likes and comments started pouring in! A lot of people were happy for us! Later that day, Ally recorded vocals and I recorded an intro guitar part for “Mr. Tambourine Man”, finishing our rendition of The Byrds’ version of the Bob Dylan classic.
Indeed, if there was an eighth theme of 2021 for me, it’s that I recorded more music in 2021 than in any previous year (except 2011, when I made more recordings of Adam & Evil songs). I also sang on at least three of them, which is a big step for me. I collaborated with Ally, Dad, Terrance, and the ambient sounds of Leslieville on some tracks, and made 48 recordings overall in 2021 (although I’m counting unfinished versions).
I did very little painting in 2021; just a couple of cards I think, but I did buy Procreate (how fitting, amirite) for iPad in December.
I was more active on Flickr in 2021. I posted 211 photos/videos in 2021, whereas I posted 103 in 2020, and only 62 in 2019 for comparison.
TV shows gotten into/watched/finished:
• The Beatles Get Back
• That’s it! With no Mandalorian or The Crown until 2022, 2021 was a minimal year for TV.
Memes/Instagram accounts I liked:
• Anakin and Padme in a field – so many possibilities!
• Middle Class Fancy/Rand & Nance - #relatable as a middle-class person.
• Townie Memes – this reminds me of my homeland.
• BlahTO – a spot-on satire of BlogTO.
• Jenny-Jinya – this account is a tear-jerker if you have pets.
Books read:
1. Finished A Promised Land by Barack Obama
2. Tried reading The Bedside Book of Birds by Graeme Gibson, but it involved a lot of bird abuse stories.
3. Is This Anything? by Jerry Seinfeld
4. Face The Music: A Life Exposed by Paul Stanley
5. A Journey Across the Island of Newfoundland in 1822 By W. E. Cormack
6. The Inconvenient Indian by Thomas King
7. Almost Feral by Gemma Hickey
8. Son of a Critch by Mark Critch
9. Started Homo Deus by Yuval Noah Harari
10. Started You’re going to be a dad!
A few songs I got into:
• “Two of Us” and “Don’t Let Me Down” by The Beatles
• “Saving Ourselves for Marriage” by Anal Cunt
• “Tomorrow” and “Under The Gun” by KISS
• “Living in Lightning” by City and Colour
I haven’t seen a movie in a theater since “The Rise of Skywalker” in 2019. I haven’t been to an indoor family meal since Christmas 2019. I haven’t eaten in a restaurant since March of 2020. Lots of people have taken a different approach, but this approach is what’s worked for me so far. We will get through this pandemic…remember, this isn’t just a hard year – as I said above, this is the biggest event to strike humanity since World War Two. Of course it’s hard. Of course we’re fed up with it. I’ve been lucky since my job is protected as being essential, and so I haven’t been on the rollercoaster of open/close, income/no income that some of you have experienced. I’ve also been lucky in that while I’m an essential worker, I’m not required to work with people who are known to have COVID, like hospital workers are. Those are the people I feel for. For them, this might as well be World War Three.
But clearly the virus isn’t done with us yet. No one person has the power to stop it, but collective action goes a long way.
Hang in there, and thanks for reading! Happy New Year!
Sources:
ourworldindata.org/covid-vaccinations
www.cbc.ca/news/world/coronavirus-covid19-canada-world-de...
Laboratory pathologist pipetting a patient blood sample for testing and diagnosis of disease, illness, infection, allergy or other medical condition
Happy Weekend everyone
thanks for all the comments last days
much appreciated
my Doggy Golden Moment is doing well
new bloodtests 7 december
much greetings all the animals on the farm , Caroline
After the visit to the vet last week, Poes had been taking her medicins very well. (For her enlarged heart & fluid built up in her lungs) It took a while for them to sink in. But then she slowly started to be a little more energetic. Till Saturday, she stopped eating, completely. She only wanted to drink water. I was so worried. She also didn't want to take the medication. So today I went back to the vet, worried this might be it for her... It turned out she was extremely dehydrated. She had to take diuretics to get rid of the fluid that was built up in her lungs. But it was working a little too wel o.o Poor little thing was just exhausted. She has had a bloodtest, and after that turned out quite allright, she got half a liter of fluid pumped under her skin. To rehydrate her again, and fast. So she would start to eat again. I was so glad I could take her home with me again, and she has already eaten quite a lot :D I really hope she will start to make some more progress from now on!
NIH researchers have identified a DNA methylation signature in tumor DNA common to five types of cancer. The signature results from a chemical modification of DNA called methylation, which can control the expression of genes like a dimmer on a light switch. They hope this finding will spur development of a blood test that can be used to diagnose a variety of cancers at early stages. Credit: Darryl Leja, NHGRI.
Martha came downstairs early that morning. Her Sunday School class was expected like the plague. Oh! what pious beacons of depravity!
Whispering Hail Marys... Martha went down to vacuum the living room one last time. There would not be a spec of dirt or snow or so much as a blade of grass on her floors.
She absolutely could not figure out where all these peanut shells came from. She had cautioned her husband, Thomas, many times about eating peanuts outside of the man cave in the basement. She could not get him to forgo the snack as he fed them also to his ferrets.
Ferrets?
Martha shuddered and closed her eyes. Four other pairs of eyes opened and if you listened very carefully... you could hear them sneaking back to the cellar.
Meanwhile, Thomas was all safe and warm in his bed, tucked in the eaves of his house. He was daydreaming but stood straight up when he heard his dear wife say, "Mien Gott im Himmel!" Followed by a house shaking thud.
Thomas raced to his wife and found her on her back on the floor, her hand was still firmly gripping the handle of the vacuum. She groaned. Thomas released her fingers from the vacuum and turned it off. Then he tenderly gazed down upon her as she opened her eyes.
That's when he saw the puddle of blood she was laying in.
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Specimen also contains four (4) believed to be Alien entities. All that is known at this time is that they were manufactured by a company called Serenity Style, Earth. Further investigation may prove difficult with the so-called "Master-Mind" Hanstrid Inshan is difficult to locate, trace, or manipulate in any manner. Perhaps a better spelling of the name or a quick bloodtest will yield more information.
A finger stick helps patients with diabetes take control of their blood sugar levels. Type 2 diabetes affects 10 percent of the world's population, but the underlying genetics of the disease are poorly understood.
Credit: Darryl Leja, NHGRI
Having a few tests done at the moment and went for a blood test this morning. I've been dreading it as I have a terrible phobia about needles. Silly and irrational, I know, but that is what phobias are. Thankfully it all went well and I didn't even go light headed despite the fact that the nurse seemed to be filling tube after tube. No bruise (so far!) either.
Afterwards I called at Sir Lurkalot's parents' house for a reviving cuppa and a natter as they live near the Doctor's. Came home, had another cuppa, packed my weekend bag and then Norm picked me up and took me down to Sheffield (en route to his friends' house) calling for a spot of lunch on the way.
Now I'm snuggled up in bed with Holly. She was so pleased to see me when I walked through the door, she was bouncing off the walls and furniture. I'm not sure who was giddier, her or me. All in all, a very good day and looking forward to going round to my brother's later. It's my nephew's 17th birthday...how old does that make me feel?! I've got him a Smiths tee, hope he likes it.
Have a great weekend everyone xxx
Hospitals are wonderful places for all sorts of photography. When arriving at Solihull outpatients, just look at all the directions to go. Some arrows are confused, such as where to go for blood tests.
I had a routine blood test at my local doctors' surgery this morning. Sadly the photograph is blurred. This is not because my hand was shaking but because the 'phone focused on the wrong thing.
Hematologi blood test
H2TL (Hb, Leuco, Ht, Trombo)
Hemoglobine 12.8 Gr% (standard 13-18)
Leucosit 26300 MM3 (standard 5000-10000)
Hematrokit 38% (standard 40-54)
Trombosit 221 thousand/MM3 (standard 150-400)
blood tesnya canggih ga harus cari vena di tangan.
cukup ambil sedikit darahnya dari ujung jari.
"Who has fully realized that history is not contained in thick books but lives in our very blood?" - Carl Jung
Blood test number 5....
Learn about some essential tips to make your blood test safe & simple and get the result more convincing. In this video we share the tips for blood test. bit.ly/privatebloodtest
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Over the last year I've become very familiar with the procedure of having blood tests. Today I was (perhaps not) lucky enough to need two lots done after the first clotted.
Snapped this as my very lovely doc was preparing to do the first lot.
Not as dramatic as I had hoped. I had some blood tests last week (just routine) and now have an unimpressive area of bruising on my arm.
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These last couple of weeks have been tough. Except for the last couple of days, I have felt fatigued, had memory problems, headaches, and experienced loss of time. This is all due to my high cancer levels (46.8 igG last month) and my anemia.
On Wednesday my specialist should get my results and I will find out if I will have to go back on chemo treatment. Based on how I'm feeling, I'm not too optimistic that I won't get a call.
(The F train between Brooklyn and Manhattan. One more blood test.)
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