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I think back to a little over a year ago, a personal challenge my husband and I battle. In Albuquerque, New Mexico, I collapsed from a fluke bloodclot that blew from my heart to my brain causing a stroke. Doctors were unsure whether I was going to make it but by many prayers and miracle I survived. Sadly the damage to my brain took a toll with my memory and other parts of my body, but in time some things are healing while the memory not so much. I am happy however to be alive and to still be able to see the beauty of flowers and to be able to have more memories with my husband. I still try to do my photography which I love but now struggle to remember the settings. I suppose the camera serves as a unique tool to express the feelings I have.
Bloodclot.
Once again at the temple.. its rediculously dark in there, and kinda creepy if you are younger than the temperature outside.. we decided to freestyle this one. Plush on the mean vamp broads playing Twilights with my piece.. im glad my damn skin dont sparkle in the fuckin sunlight...
ingredients:
Rusto gloss white
Rusto gloss black
Rusto smoke grey
Rusto orange.
Rusto sunburst yellow
Rusto burnt orange.
Krylon flat white
Krylon leather brown.
Painters touch Espresso.
holler.
today was better. we were told no bloodclots found so alot happier now but just waiting for one more test result. as always...
Tune: Snoop Dogg - Who Am I (What's My Name)?
[Intro]
Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house (The bomb)
Eee-ya-ya-ya-ya-yah The Dogg Pound's in the house
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (The bomb)
Snoop Doggy, Dogg (Dog)
[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre]
From the depths of the sea, back to the block
Snoop Doggy Dogg, funky as the, the, The D.O.C
Went solo on that ass, but it's still the same
Long Beach is the spot where I serve my 'caine
Follow me, follow me, follow me, follow me, but don't lose your grip
Nine-trizzay's the yizzear for me to fuck up shit
So I ain't holdin nuttin' back
And motherfucker, I got five on that twenty sack
It's like that and as a matter of fact (Rat-tat-tat-tat)
'Cause I never hesitate to put a nigga on his back
Yeah, so peep out the manuscript
You see that it's a must we drop gangsta shit
What's my motherfuckin' name?
[Chorus: Jewell]
Snoop Doggy Dogg (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (Dog)
[Verse 2]
It's the bow to the wow, creepin and crawlin
Yiggy yes-y'allin', Snoop Doggy Dogg in
The motherfuckin' house like everyday
Droppin' shit with my nigga Mr. Dr. Dre
Like I said, niggas can't FUCK with this
And niggas can't FUCK with that
Shit that I drop 'cause ya know it don't stop
Mr. One Eight Seven on a motherfuckin' cop
Tic toc never the Glock just some nuts and a cock
Robbin' motherfuckers then I kill dem bloodclots
Then I step through the fog and I creep through the smog
'Cause I'm Snoop Doggy (Who?) Doggy (What?) Doggy Dogg
[Chorus: Jewell]
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie-yay
Bow wow wow yippie yo yo yo yo (Dog)
[Verse 3]
Now just throw your hands in the motherfuckin' air
And wave the motherfuckers like ya just don't care (Dog)
Yeah roll up the dank, and pour the drank
And watch your step (Why?) 'cause Doggy's on the gank
My bank roll's on swoll
My shit's on hit, legit, now I'm on parole, stroll
With the Dogg Pound right behind me
And up in yo bitch, is where ya might find me
Layin that, playin that G Thang
She want the nigga with the biggest nuts, and guess what?
He is I, and I am him, slim with the tilted brim
What's my motherfuckin' name?
[Chorus: Jewell]
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Snoop Doggy Dogg
Snoop Doggy Dogg (The bomb)
Snoop Doggy Dogg (Dog)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (The bomb)
Da-da-da-da-dah
Do-do-do-do, doo-doo-doo-da-dahhh (Dog, the bomb)
[Outro: Jewell]
Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg, Doggy Dogg
(Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay
Bow wow wow yippie-yo (The bomb)
Bow wow wow yippie-yo-yippie yay
Bow wow wow yippie yo (The bomb))
What is, his name? (Dog) Snoop Dogg, and the Dogg Pound (Dog) (The bomb)
Oh, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg, Snoopy Dogg (The bomb)
Yeah yeah (Dog) I know his name
C'mon Snoopy, c'mon Snoopy (The bomb)
And the Dogg Pound
Snoopy Dogg (The bomb) Snoopy Dogg
Snoopy Dogg (Dog)
(Dog, nasty dog, doggy dog)
Leeches have been used in medicine for over 2,500 years. They were popular in earlier times because doctors thought that most diseases were caused by an excess of blood. As recently as the 19th century, leeches were used to treat everything from tonsillitis to hemorrhoids.
These are creepy little blood suckers. The cloth covers are there to keep them from getting out of the jars. It's happened before.....a dried up leech is not a pretty sight.
"BLOOD CLOTS"
by HEROIN ONE
There was another one of these on the other side of the same freight. I will post it eventually.
Benched in Los Angeles County, CA
2011 was an amazing year.
I'm always going to look back on the last year as one of the most exciting, inspired, influential and powerful years of my life.
It all seemed to just fly by so fast.
More than anything it was a year of love and growth and exploration.
Love and light seemed to be shining everywhere that I looked.
It was beautiful.
I really dug sharing it all with you.
After so many years it was time for me alone to determine the path and direction that I thought life should take.
It was a year of peace.
Good karma.
Kindness.
A year filled with a thousand wonderful conversations.
So many new friends.
Close friends.
Special friends.
Special close friends.
I'm not one to kiss and tell...
but I'll tell you what...
no I won't.
You wouldn't believe me anyway.
I didn't have any real resolutions coming into this year.
I mean...
I wanted to date twins...
from Sweden.
With rhyming names.
but it wasn't like a 'resolution' or anything.
I just knew that I needed to work on myself.
You know I blew that one off though.
I'll never change.
Besides... I was too busy doin' stuff I love to do.
And I really like myself just the way I am.
I'll get a gym membership in 2013.
And go once.
I kinda made one wish for a resolution at the end of 2010...
"It would be amazing if the entire human race could make for it's whole self just one resolution for the new year...
A resolution to treat each other better."
I did all that I could do to pull my weight on that one.
I tried to bring out the love this year.
I saw a lot of other people doing that too.
There was a lot of love and kindness showin' itself in 2011.
I did make a couple of predictions just before the New Year last year.
"2011 for me is going to be a year of great healing and calm, inspiration and productivity... I think it will be positive and structured in a way that 2010 never could have been."
It was.
"I could probably still be processing all of the lessons of 2010 way into 2011."
I did.
"2011... she's gonna be so sweet on me."
She was.
Oh yeah.
When I close my eyes and think of 2011 she's a Vargas girl.
A pinup.
Mmmmmmmhmmmmmmm.
Just like that only with less clothes.
And more attitude.
Curves in all the right places.
Then she calls me 'Viewbaby' and does that thing with her finger that means 'c'mere.'
Uh-huh.
Looking back on 2011, I do not believe I've been in jail even once.
Handcuffs for a second...
but that was just a misunderstanding.
We cleared that up right away.
Although the cop didn't find my 'you've just been shot by the notorious Viewminder' cards very funny when he found them in my pocket.
I guess he didn't equate it with the big old Nikon on the hood of his car.
Even the near death experiences... though dramatic... were at a record low.
Maybe two?
That 'cardiac event' was some shit to watch on the monitor.
I never saw doctors argue about how messed up I was like that.
Just because you're dyin' don't mean you can't hear dudes.
My heart was goin' haywire... the doctors are arguing about why... they're shootin' me up with steroids and stuff... and I was telling the nurse at the same time that if I focused hard enough I could get my heart to play 'la coocarocha' on the heart monitor.
That one scared the hell out of me.
Turns out that getting into a fight with four drunk guys is very conducive to bloodclots forming in places that they shouldn't.
Like that tiny little vein at the bottom of your heart called the 'widowmaker.'
I'm glad it wasn't from the cheeseburgers.
I'm getting old.
I'm just gonna start running away from that crap.
Fights, not cheeseburgers.
Health insurance took some hits and I got my money's worth there.
Vehicle insurance never had a claim.
Homeowners took care of me.
Man... it really was a good year.
I found myself in 2011.
I found my place in the world.
I found peace and happiness.
I found inspiration.
I wish I found a briefcase full of hundred dollar bills with a note inside it that said 'Viewminder... enjoy this money and don't feel guilty about it.'
Next year.
Watchin' my little ones grow a year older was the real highlight of the year.
They are my center.
It's nothin' but pure love.
The very best kind.
My family's always been there for me and the last year was no exception.
My journey through 2011 really taught me that if you take the time to really think about what's the right way to live and you refine it down to principles and apply them that you can really go far.
A pocket full of principles that I came up with to apply to my own life really rocked the year.
Screw resolutions.
Principles.
I'm telling you.
So many people made me feel truly appreciated this year.
You are among them.
Unfortunately the Swedish twins with rhyming names were not.
There's still three days left.
You know I'm an optimist.
'Hej damer ... du letar het ikväll ... Vad säger du vi träffar bastun och dricka vodka och spela lite band Trivial Pursuit?'
I am blessed to be surrounded by people who have supported and encouraged me... egged me on... double dog dared me and otherwise propelled me to 'just do it.'
You know I felt the love.
All of it.
And I sent it back out there too.
Like a 'love hot potato.'
That feels good.
What a difference in a life that a year can make.
I might not have hit the gym...
but I worked on my soul.
And I got a lot done.
It was a great year.
I hope it was a great year for you too.
If it wasn't...
Throw me a flickrmail and we'll talk about it.
I've learned some things.
They might apply you never know.
I hope you and the ones that you love have the very best new year.
Let's keep showin' each other the love and try to help each other out as much as we can.
We're all on the same journey.
Let's make 2012 the most kick ass year yet.
Have a wonderful and safe love filled funfest of a new year my friends.
Love and light.
Lots of love and light.
This is my Mom...I have a hard time getting a photo of Mom because she hates her picture taken...She has bloodclots that travel through her body and break loose at any time...when that happens she is in intense pain...They are getting worse...Two days ago, she was driving and she was able to pull over but had to sit in her car for about 30 min. because she couldn`t move...Now she won`t be able to drive anymore and she lives alone because she is stubborn but that has kept her with us all these years!
With all this that Mom goes through she never complains..She will still outclean, outpaint outwalk or outtalk anyone until the day God takes her home...I just wanted to say I am very thankful to have her as my Mom and I did not want to wait for Mothers Day..Wanted to do this now we never know what tomorrow may bring...
NC Governor recently said, “The refusal to wear a mask is selfish. It infringes on the life and liberty of everyone else in the store.” Horrible mistake by the Governor addressing people with a broad brush of chastisement.
There have been so many mixed messages!
2020 has been the year of the covid 19 pandemic, travel and family gathering restrictions, masks and for many like me that can not see their children and grandchildren due to government restrictions, which officials enact and disobey, a very lonely year as my family is 650 miles away.
On Jan 3rd, my wife passed away. Due to an allergic reaction to a drug during outpatient surgery she ended up with bloodclots to both legs, after six surgeries in 13 days her body said enough. She passed away as they were amputating her legs.
I'm trying to get her laid to rest but its expensive, I've started a gofundme page www.gofundme.com/riplizzy if you could help and share I would appreciate it. Thanks so much.
.Rough time for me this Christmas season...a deep vein thrombosis in my left calf, followed by a pulmonary embolism with multiple clots (despite starting Xarelto for the DVT) Spent a few days in the hospital getting my blood thinned.
I'm o.k., but it came with zero warning.They're trying to figure out why.
I’m Sarah Cook and I was diagnosed with multiple bilateral pulmonary emboli on October 4, 2011. I will turn 30 in April, 2012, and before this incident was a very active person. In the photo above I’m at the emergency room at my local hospital waiting for the CT scan mentioned below. The mask was precautionary in case I had tuberculosis or some other communicable disease.
My experience started with coughing up blood, only in the mornings, for a few days. Then my lungs started hurting and quickly progressed to where I could not lay down. I started to increasingly coughing up blood throughout the day. I had no shortness of breath. I saw my doctor on a Monday and she ran some tests and ordered a CT scan to determine whether there was a blood clot. Monday night I hardly slept and I started a low-grade fever. I spent the night sitting up on the couch sleeping vertically when I could. I thought I was finally feeling a little better until I threw up at 4 am and realized I was throwing up blood. I returned to my doctor's office first thing in the morning and she sent me straight to the ER.
The ER medical team tested my blood for genetic disorders and did an ultrasound of both of my legs, looking for a sign or trace of a DVT but found none. Shortly after the CT scan was completed that afternoon a doctor came in and told me I had multiple blood clots in both of my lungs and that I was being admitted to the hospital. Within minutes I was receiving my first blood thinner injection. I was not sure what exactly this all meant. I had heard the term "pulmonary embolism" before but did not know what it was.
I was released from the hospital after three days and spent the next three months unable to work while recovering. Even on the pain medicine, I was in constant pain until almost November, which was when I was able to lay down again. I saw a hematologist after being released from the hospital and he told me I tested positive for the inherited clotting disorder called Factor V Leiden (FVL). They believe that FVL, combined with being on birth control, is what caused the pulmonary emboli.
Currently, I am still on blood thinning medication and back at work part-time, although fatigue is still a factor in my recovery. I had been doing Zumba exercise three times a week before this happened. Now, going to work and moving around is enough to tire me out. I'm working on getting my endurance back; however, I am finding out that it's a slow, long recovery process. I will soon be meeting again with my hematologist to discuss how I can best live successfully with FVL in the future.
To learn more about deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, visit the following sites:
www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/dvt/facts.html
www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/health-topics/topics/dvt
“This Is Serious” is a campaign that promotes awareness of how to prevent deep vein thrombosis, or blood clots, in women. For more information: www.ThisIsSerious.org
Stop the Clot is a program of the National Blood Clot Alliance, a non-profit, voluntary health organization dedicated to advancing the prevention, early diagnosis and successful treatment of life-threatening blood clots such as deep vein thrombosis, pulmonary embolism and clot-provoked stroke. For more information: www.StopTheClot.org
www.stoptheclot.org/spreadtheword
Clot Connect is an education and outreach project of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Blood Clot Outreach Program. For more information: www.clotconnect.org/
The picture is taken on cliffs overlooking the north sea, just as a sea mist settled in, to the almost exact height of the cliffs. it was like standing on clouds. These are the moments you appreciate, and remember the most
Sorry for the lots of writing. At the beginning of the year, i resolved to be more open about myself. Of course, in my context, it means im still very very private and only about one tenth as open as most people, but i am trying to get better!
I've been told i could drop dead several occasions, by several different doctors. Four times in my life i've been diagnosed with blood clots, and the last time was close. Hours close
My question to myself is, if you've been given not just one, not two, or three, but four chances at life, how do you decide what is a good life? I didn't know what to do with my first life, and the second, third and the beginning of the fourth life hasn't seen much change. Is it enough to be a good person?
I keep thinking back to the day. At 650am i could barely walk up the street. I had to stop three times to walk 200metres. I was feeling so sick and shaky and seriously considered caling 999 then. But never did i imagine what it was. So i kept going. By 1230 that afternoon I asked to go home. I've never done that before. Luckily I changed my mind and went to hospital, expecting to be told I was being stupid and to go home. By 330 I was listed as critical and life threatening. (my life, i wasn't threatening someone else!)
It's what you remember in these moments. I remember the student doctor Matt was talking to me. At the time I never realised it, but he never left my side when i was in the side ward. I wonder now if he was told to stay there. Sneaky NHS! But really, he was awesome. He'll be a really good doctor one day. So will Katie, who was the doctor looking after me whilst the initial tests were being done. I could barely breathe, but she stayed so calm and relaxed. I was never in panic myself, but i'd have picked up if they were. I had been playing with the heart monitor, making the heart rate go up and down by moving and counting how long it took to recover to its then "resting" heartrate. Which i found later was much higher than my normal resting heartrate. Hmmmm, probably won't be doing that again. I started to get a bit more curious when they said my condition was "their worst suspicions confirmed". Really? So what is it then? I never really had chance to ask them at that point, owing to me struggling to breathe, and them whisking me to a monitored ward, with two nurses in two to look after me.
So there i was, in a monitored ward, installed directly in front of the nurses station, rather than by the empty window bay. Damn. I would have liked a view. By this time i've texted my dad to tell him i'm in hospital, and telling him not to call me because i can't breathe. Of course, he calls me...... Doofus!
So i set to getting myself comfortable. With an oxygen line coming in from the left underneath my arm to a mask over my mouth, with three heart monitoring wires going across my chest from the right, with a blood pressure squeezy thing (technical term, obvs') on my right arm that takes my blood pressure every hour. In a strange bed, being stared at by people i've never seen. All older than me by at least a couple of decades. Except the topless guy handcuffed to his bed, who seems to be having the worst comedown ever. Completely silent, but strained . Like he wants to tear away from himself, but can't. I don't know if i felt sorry for him, or glad he was handcuffed. He didn't seem to be aware of himself or his surroundings.
Oddly, at this point, i'm still not frightened, or scared. Should I be? I'd still describe myself as curious about it all. What happens next? I've never done this before. I soon found out. The nurse on duty introduced herself, and busied herself with taking results from the various monitors adorning me. The senior nurse then popped over just to check me over. It was him i first asked the question "how serious is this"? I liked the way he answered. Matter of fact and honest. "if you hadn't come in today, you would have collapsed and come in this weekend in an ambulance. Or worse. You'd have been dead by sunday/monday for certain". I can't remember his name, but he said he was going to work at another hospital tomorrow. He worked hard, and it showed in his face. But never in his attitude or his demeanour to me. He was someone else i liked.
The doctor doing his rounds then saw me. A gentleman doctor, with a kind face and a large waist. He had a smile that showed he knew what he was talking about, and that things would be ok. An earned confidence about him. I liked him, despite him telling the nurses I was not allowed to leave the bay. I was to use a commode or a bottle if i wanted to go to the toilet. If i have a recommendation for the NHS, it's to find a way around this. I could use a bottle, but not a commode. Not with only a flimsy curtain with ill fitting closings between me and the other patients. Can't they let you use a private bathroom, with walls and put a sign on the door saying "Patient xxx entered at 345pm", and then knock on the door at 348pm just to check they are ok? The door doesn't have to be locked, all it has to be shown is that it's occupied. Yeah, it's not a perfect system, but then again, they weren't perfect curtains!
So anyway, back to the doctor. He told me my condition was life threatening and critical. At this point my parents were there, so it saved me some explanation. Which was good, as speaking in sentences was something waaaaaaay beyond me at that point. How i wasn't to move in case the clots moved and if i needed anything, i was to call a nurse. Obviously i could move a little bit, but jumping out of bed and going for a wander was a no no
First night in a hospital ward. Ever. For anything. Didn't sleep more than half an hour at a time. I never sleep well in rooms with strange people anyway, and definitely not when there is activity around. Maybe in a previous life I was a prey animal, if you believe in reincarnation and all that. If i was prey, hopefully it was something eaten only by the biggest creatures. A dolphin gets eaten by sharks for instance. I'd have been a dolphin. A carefree idea of the rules, but respectful of them. Or am i talking about me now? Another discussion for another day :P (erhaps)
Not to forget about all the medical equipment around and on me. And a cannula in the crook of my left arm that kept catching on my oxygen tube. I was more scared of waking up with half my blood on the floor, than my lungs and heart stop functioning. It's only useful to worry about the things you can affect right? The rest will take care of itself.
Second day. I have a wash, but cant do it very well. Im way too tired too quickly and the wires get in the way. Breakfast is here. Im aware i can't use the toilet, so i eat sparingly. The toast was barely warm. The nurses change over. Again, a nice nurse, and i settle down for the morning and watch things unfold. I see a different doctor today. A lady who reminds me of Cate Blanchett. She asks me with a slight tone of speaking to a child "David, do you understand why we are all being so twitchy around you?" I reply "yes, because ive got massive bilateral pulmonary embolism". Although i hadn't really noticed people being twitchy around me. My nature is to stay low profile and out of the way. The doctor smiles and asks if i need anything, to which i reply no. What can I have? i cant use the bathroom, and i can hardly ask her to go and get me a starbucks. Although i was tempted, just for the sake of being cheeky and making someone laugh :) Thinking about it now, i wonder if its better to say "we can do this, this and this for you if you'd like?" I never knew what she could, to ask for it. But maybe for a busy doctor, its a dangerous thing to be too tied up with the small things that make a person feel better, but doesnt actually make them better. A doctor is there for everyone, not just for me. And there are a lot of patients
I also meet another senior nurse today. A lady, with brown hair and brown eyes, with a slight gap between her front teeth when she smiles. She smiles sweetly, with a glint in her eye and a smile that says you can challenge me, but i'll win. I like her too. She spoke to me about what i was drinking and eating. I didn't want to have the discussion that i had consciously dropped my intake of food and drink due to the toilet arrangements, but i did admit to drinking less. So she 'threatened' me with installing a drip in my arm. But in a nice, almost motherly way. So i agreed to drink more. Luckily she didn't push me about the food. Apparently it's not so important how often you eat, or don't eat as the case may be for the first few days, but it's really important you still drink every day. I already heard before hospital that people can only survive a few days without water, but can survive over a week without food, but in my defence, at this point in time, i didn't know how long I was going to be in hospital, and I was very conscious I couldn't use that bathroom!
Second night in hospital. I watched the sunlight on the buildings and roads slowly change to streetlights and car lights. It was interesting to watch a day fade to night like this. Something people don't do enough of. The other patients slowly fade to sleep, but im still awake. Partly because its still new to me, partly because im very aware of the medical kit working to monitor me, and partly because apparently i snore! Really loudly. So i dont want to deprive the other patients of sleep. I eventually do sleep better, but a few times i wake to see the concerned face of a nurse over me checking my pulse, as the monitor flashes red on the ceiling. "is there a problem?" i ask. "no" is always the reply, and as i'm in their care and i have to trust them, i go back to sleep. Wondering if i'll wake up. What can i do. It's all internal, i can make sure i don't move and follow the doctors instructions, but beyond that, im waiting for things to happen. Or hopefully not, as the case may be
Third day. Again struggled to wash properly, but by now im figuring things out and am wearing better clothes suited to staying in bed, so i dont get as hot and sweaty as i had been. The thought of the toilet is starting to intensify. I eat less for breakfast. Start thinking through my conversation with the doctor/nurse to be allowed to use the bathroom. I see the commode being delivered to other patient. Happily dont see them using it. Saggy assed old men is not something i need to see. Ever. My mum has bought an ipad. Im using it. God bless apple and technology. The hospital wifi is just strong enough to let me watch a film "despicable me". God, i love this film. Yeah, i nearly cried. But my ability to push things deep, out of the way and to one side comes through. Desperately trying not to think about other things coming through. Discussion with the medical staff about the toilet is just about set. A bit of pleading, a bit of common sense, a bit of stubborness, mixed in with a soft tone. Yeah, ive got this sorted.
Damn, the nurse im not so sure about is on shift now. Conversation will have to wait until tomorrow
Sleep a bit better on the third night. Im becoming comfortable with my surroundings now. Tonight a new patient keeps getting up, dressed and hiding in the bathroom. He wants to go home. He doesnt know where he is. He doesnt know where home is. Asks me for some money for a taxi. I say to talk to the nurses and see what they say. They put him to bed. Repeatedly. He repeatedly does as he is told, and then gets dressed and out of bed again. It's gone midnight before i get to sleep
Wake up at 6am. Conversation about the toilet is to be had today. Nurse approaches. I'm being moved to another ward. Conversation can wait. I get to my new ward. With my own room!! With a bathroom!! Wait for the nurses to unplug me from the now unneeded heart monitor and blood pressure tube. They connect up oxygen and ask if i need anything. My only question is how long will i have the room? They dont know, it depends if someone else needs it. Its normally for infectious patients. I say if they need to kick me out they can do, but they tell me to make myself comfortable. As soon as they leave, i use the bathroom. Much happier now. Im a fussy eater, but im very much looking forward to the breakfast menu. I have cornflakes, toast and jam, and tea. For a moment I have completely forgotten why im here, and im just enjoying the moment, feeling the room heat up with the upcoming sun. Things are getting better :)
Right now, i'm nearly five months off work. Other than the above, i have spent another 14 days in hospital since the third day described above. But thats for another time of writing. Right now, im getting tired and headachey. I've lost alot of my stamina and capacity to operate normally, but not the belief that I will get better. It'll just take time, and learning how to do things i could do before without thinking.
I still don't have the answer to what a good life is. I'd like to think i recognise the good in other people, and i have confidence i have some good in me. I'd like to think i'm a good person who occasionally makes bad mistakes. I'm still heartbroken over the person who blocked me, i still don't know what i did wrong. I reread the messages we exchanged several times. I've seen a lot worse go back and forth between other people. Maybe i said the wrong thing, but I meant it in the right way. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. As i said to them at the time, i don't regret trying to make someone laugh or feel better, i only regret failing in that goal, and not having the chance to fix it when i do wrong, when i make mistakes, as all people do. I hope that's good enough
PS this is a story to help others in a similar situation, but if it helps anyone else, then even better. This was my first few days.. I'm doing better now. So will you
I've become unnerved.
Not in the way that you'd think...
about shooting strangers closeup on the streets at night...
but just about some of the shit I've seen go down on the street.
It's really got nothing to do with photography...
and everything to do with my proximity to the craziness.
The camera pulls me to places I probably wouldn't go otherwise.
At night.
When people are feeling rowdy.
And in the past few weeks I've just seen the most bizarre shit go down.
It's not that I think the streets are becoming more violent...
it's me.
When I go out with other shooters... especially one's I'm showing how to do it...
I feel really responsible for their safety.
That keeps me out of the tough spots I think.
When I go out by myself I don't think about stuff like that...
I just keep my 'situational awareness' up and I move towards the action.
I've had more than a couple close calls over the last three weeks.
I ducked and I dodged and I split and got out of every jamb.
But sometimes I think my luck's gonna run out.
Saturday night a couple of guys came up behind me...
and I heard one of them say 'the camera's on his right'... kinda whispering it really.
I stopped at the corner I was waiting for the light to turn at and then did a quick cross against the light.
When I looked back at them they knew I was on to it and they went the other way.
Things can really turn on you in a split second out there.
And they have.
I can handle myself in a lot of situations with fast talking or even faster walking.
There are four guys who've hit the ground after my Nikon's hit their heads.
The last few weeks I've seen people that have just been so volatile.
Maybe it's the weather.
The economy.
Genetically modified food.
Me.
Or that wicked gang fight I photographed a few weeks ago.
Saturday night I shot so long that I lost track of time.
When the sun came up it took me by surprise.
The street was still jumpin' at four and five in the morning.
Summertime gives me a lot of opportunities to shoot festivals and things in the day.
I'm so passionate about the challenges of nightime closeup street shooting though.
It's hard to break away.
Last year I got into with four guys.
Took a few punches.
They weren't bad ass or anything...
and they really didn't even mess me up.
But one of those bruises they gave me broke up and a tiny bloodclot ended up in a vein in my heart.
The 'widowmaker.'
And I was treated to my very first heart attack because of it.
That was some way to wake up I'll tell you.
Felt like I had an arrow shot straight through my chest and it'd come out the other side.
I took some baby aspirin an it all went away real fast without any damage.
But then I discovered I was allergic to aspirin.
I had a nice three day stay in the hospital over that one.
I gotta figure out what I'm doing that's putting me in the center of all of this shit.
Or something.
Didja ever get the feeling like your luck's gonna run out?
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Halloween theme (although I'm a week late): I inverted the colors of my photo of a mannequin in a store window, which was wearing a white and beige wedding gown. The result is a glowing headless bride with the shadows of the dress looking like blood all around her shoulders. It looks pretty gruesome when the colors are reversed.
This is from the display window of a shop in my town.
the black cat
in a pensive
mood gave
way to his
feline thought
why are people
scared to cross
my path,,..an
after thought
the black cat
in a cosmic
circle of
godly despair
i accidentally
shot...we both
in our inherent
black moods
demonic delusions
we fought ,,,he was
happy being a cat
i for a change with
my karmic dillema
felt unhappy in my
slot... as i shoot
as i rot ,,,,
dedicated to mystic muse ..a moment within the soul of my bloodclot ...no the milk man did not give her a saucer of milk.. ..his idealism his sloth
“Behemoth, biggest born of earth.“
—John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667)
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#beggarpoet
Researchers at the Midwest Cancer Nanotechnology Training Center (M-CNTC) are developing a blood-clot mimicking patch capable of delivering therapeutic drugs at an implantation site in a controllable manner. The patch, consisting of drug-releasing microparticles bound to directionally aligned microfibers, was formed through a unique electrospinning/electrospraying process. This image shows the 2-6 micrometer thick drug-releasing microparticles attached to the 1 micrometer thick directionally aligned microfibers on the patch.
This image is part of the Nanotechnology Image Library collection.
Credit: Ross DeVolde and Hyunjoon Kong, Ph.D., M.S., National Cancer Institute, National Institutes of Health
The creepy weird skinhead characters give this flyer a unique vibe. Looking at the other bands on the bill it makes you wonder if ever other decent band in NYC region were on vacation or something.
A deep vein thrombosis is a blood clot in the leg. Recent studies of leg blood clots have shown that genetic testing does not prevent blood clots or improve outcomes.
Suzanne Lambregts is a 19-year-old from Alberta, Canada, shown here recovering in the Red Deer Regional Hospital from her second incident of deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, with the support of her boyfriend, Austin Bristow.
Suzanne’s story: I'm a 19-year-old who has survived two consecutive incidents of deep vein thrombosis (DVTs) and pulmonary embolism in a period of 9 months. My primary care doctors and hematologists have not been able to come up with a reason for either incident. My purpose in sharing my story is to raise further awareness about blood clots, as well as provide inspiration to those struggling. The date of my first diagnosis was June 1, 2011, when I learned I had DVTs in my left arm, total occlusion to the subclavian vein and an acute pulmonary embolism in my left lung. I was working in a saw mill piling lumber when at work I suddenly had to hyperventilate just to breathe. I took a few days off work on bed rest and it seemed to settle down. So I returned to work, and that same night my left arm swelled to at least twice its normal size. I then saw two different doctors before one suggested that they should look for clots and that’s when my clots were found.
I spent a week in the University of Alberta hospital in Edmonton, Canada, where a series of tests were done. No leads came about to explain why this had happened so suddenly. I was on birth control pills for a period of 3 months before the diagnosis, but it was ruled out that this could be the cause because it was highly unlikely the extent of my clots could develop that fast. It took me about two months, but I regained my strength and continued with work and started my college education in massage therapy. I seemed to be responding well to the blood thinners until around Christmas time when I started getting random chest pains. Also, my left arm would swell after any massages I did.
In January 2012 I was doubling over with sudden chest pains. My instructors convinced me, even though I was reluctant, to get checked out at the emergency department. Because my vital signs were stable, the emergency room doctor told me to come back the following morning for an ultrasound. They then found that my subclavian vein had blood clots again and that there was a large mass in my right lung. Angels must have been looking after me because again, I survived. This time internal medicine doctors ran a variety of tests and nothing abnormal came back. We were all at a loss for words. I used to be an extremely healthy and active girl, but once you get hit with two blood clots, even daily life changes. I’m young, and have no idea if another clot will hit, but I'm a survivor of a silent killer that could have taken me the first time. It’s made me realize how much of a gift life truly is. I'm hopeful that we'll find a cause for these clots soon and that eventually researchers will be able to learn more about the nature of blood clots and how to prevent them for other’s sake.
To learn more about deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, visit the following sites:
www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/dvt/facts.html
www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/health-topics/topics/dvt
“This Is Serious” is a campaign that promotes awareness of how to prevent deep vein thrombosis, or blood clots, in women. For more information: www.ThisIsSerious.org
Stop the Clot is a program of the National Blood Clot Alliance, a non-profit, voluntary health organization dedicated to advancing the prevention, early diagnosis and successful treatment of life-threatening blood clots such as deep vein thrombosis, pulmonary embolism and clot-provoked stroke. For more information: www.StopTheClot.org
www.stoptheclot.org/spreadtheword
Clot Connect is an education and outreach project of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Blood Clot Outreach Program. For more information: www.clotconnect.org/
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It's time to get your medicine, little Keith... (Evil laugh)
No thanks, i don't want your stabby stab!
Your jibby jabby seems to be one hell of a jibby jab
To take away my liberty, Lock me down
Stick a swab up my ass and try to make my life a misery
Rob my snot and rough up my spouse
You can fine me thousands and then steal my house
Stab me on the doorstep and rock my core
Leave me spinning on my back like it's 1984
A scare campign to scar that bit of your brain
Previously raped and now ready to train
I'd rather be the outlaw for one deed of truth
So pick on this tin of quality street and lose a tooth
Bloodclots from nano tech in the toffee
Swapped your dignity for a frothy, gritty coffee
Now he's scoffing, get in your coffin, get off me,
You're an amateur boffin, who's scared stiff of a bit of coughing
They snigger in your face, spit venom
Don't waste your time they'll never listen to what you tell 'em
So stop your grinning, we got no chance of winning
This clown show has been a fucking fix from the beginning
Sick of your cowardice, for letting it happen in the
First place, covid's a fucking hoax from the recorded
First case, and yet two years later, you
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I’m Danielle Kahn. When I was 36 I went on a business trip, flying out west to Utah for a few days-- a four hour flight from Atlanta. While there, I went running in Salt Lake City for a few miles and felt a little bit uncomfortable at the altitude there, which was 4,300 feet. I flew home and did not move around or drink very much on the flight. When I returned to work a few days later, I had developed a strange hacking cough. Inconsistent with being fit from running, I was short of breath and dizzy when climbing stairs. I carried on for a few days, thinking I had a bad chest cold and I would be better in a few days. Then, in the middle of the night, I woke up suddenly, my heart exploding as though I had been sprinting. It felt like someone had shot me in the lungs, or like cotton was stuffed in my lungs. I did not know what was happening to me but knew I had to get to the hospital. I drove myself there, having trouble breathing and speeding recklessly.
My experience with the emergency room physician that night was not a positive one. I was misdiagnosed with asthma and treated with albuterol. I was never given blood work or a CT scan. I pleaded with the doctor and nurses not to discharge me because I still, after several hours, was having trouble breathing. I was extremely anxious and told to take a Xanax® and go home. There were people who needed my space more.
The next few days I was able to receive some help from family. We were able to make an appointment with a pulmonologist and through a process that took almost another week, I was correctly diagnosed as having had a pulmonary embolism. I had no known risk factors except a hour flight and dehydration. In terms of the treatment, I did not tolerate blood thinners very well and had to take blood thinning injections for a few months.
I did not return to work for 6 weeks. The recovery from something like this is fairly long. Psychologically, I was prone to anxiety and depression as a result of my experience. But I was determined to get well and get on with my life. Over time, I felt better and started exercising more. I was able to take up swimming and jogging and found that these activities helped me increase my lung capacity.
This experience changed me in a very deep way. I can never take my life for granted again. I was able to reprioritize and focus on new things in life. The idea of living for today became very real to me. All in all, I was able to grow as a human being and feel more grounded from this experience. More so, I work as an epidemiologist at CDC and have taken on a passionate interest in the public health implications of my experience with pulmonary embolism. I hope one day I can say that I have positively impacted the health outcomes of people at risk for this condition.
To learn more about deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, visit the following sites:
www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/dvt/facts.html
www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/health-topics/topics/dvt
“This Is Serious” is a campaign that promotes awareness of how to prevent deep vein thrombosis, or blood clots, in women. For more information: www.ThisIsSerious.org
Stop the Clot is a program of the National Blood Clot Alliance, a non-profit, voluntary health organization dedicated to advancing the prevention, early diagnosis and successful treatment of life-threatening blood clots such as deep vein thrombosis, pulmonary embolism and clot-provoked stroke. For more information: www.StopTheClot.org
www.stoptheclot.org/spreadtheword
Clot Connect is an education and outreach project of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Blood Clot Outreach Program. For more information: www.clotconnect.org/
Beth Waldron is program director at Clot Connect. She is shown here with her son Evan at a University of North Carolina football game with the team mascot—a ram named Rameses.
Beth’s story: I developed deep vein thrombosis (DVT) and bi-lateral pulmonary embolism (PE) in 2003 at the age of 34.
My clots were not immediately diagnosed. Neither I nor my health care provider recognized my symptoms as due to a blood clot. The leg pain associated with my DVT was initially attributed to a pulled muscle. The chest pain and shortness of breath associated with my PE was initially diagnosed as a respiratory infection for which I was prescribed antibiotics. Only after a second painful PE episode nearly a week later were the correct diagnostic tests performed and an accurate DVT and PE diagnosis obtained.
I was hospitalized for nine days during which time testing revealed that I have a genetic predisposition to clotting: I am homozygous for the Factor V Leiden mutation. This mutation, along with starting oral contraceptives, likely contributed to my clotting episode. Today, I remain on blood thinners and will likely do so for life. Fortunately, I am doing very well and in good health. I feel very fortunate to have survived my clotting episode and am fully recovered. As a result of my experience with blood clots, I am now heavily involved in promoting greater blood clot education for both patients and health care providers.
To learn more about deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, visit the following sites:
www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/dvt/facts.html
www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/health-topics/topics/dvt
“This Is Serious” is a campaign that promotes awareness of how to prevent deep vein thrombosis, or blood clots, in women. For more information: www.ThisIsSerious.org
Stop the Clot is a program of the National Blood Clot Alliance, a non-profit, voluntary health organization dedicated to advancing the prevention, early diagnosis and successful treatment of life-threatening blood clots such as deep vein thrombosis, pulmonary embolism and clot-provoked stroke. For more information: www.StopTheClot.org
www.stoptheclot.org/spreadtheword
Clot Connect is an education and outreach project of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Blood Clot Outreach Program. For more information: www.clotconnect.org/
My name is Tom Hogan and my blood clot story starts back in 1992. While serving on active duty in the Navy, I started having calf pain that didn’t seem to subside. I made an appointment with my medical officer for the command who strongly believed the pain was the result of a sore muscle from a recent bike race I had participated in. I was prescribed 800 mg ibuprofen and told to report back if my pain didn’t get any better as the week went on. On that Friday I reported back saying my leg was really bothering me and that the ibuprofen didn’t really help. After my medical examination, the doctor still believed that the pain was related to a torn or pulled calf muscle. I was told to come back on Monday if it still didn’t get any better. Over the weekend the pain increased but the appearance of my legs didn’t change. On Monday morning I awoke to see my leg swollen in circumference and bright red in appearance. When I stood, I found that I could not bear any weight on that leg due to the excruciating pain. The medical officer referred me to radiology where they performed a venogram, confirming that I had a series of clots ranging from my ankle to my hip. I was immediately hospitalized and placed on a blood thinner. During my hospital stay, my medical team also found a pulmonary embolism during a lung scan. I was told at discharge from the hospital that I was lucky to be alive and probably would not regain full use of my affected leg; but I have.
After six months of blood thinning therapy, I returned to full duty. However, in 1995, I had a familiar pain in my leg (opposite of the one I previously had a clot in). My doctor was pretty sure it was not a clot but ordered a venogram just in case. The test showed I had suffered yet another deep vein thrombosis. In 1996 I was referred to Harvard Medical where I was found to have a genetic clotting disorder called Factor V Leiden as well as elevated homocysteine levels. I remained on a blood thinning medicine for about three years before it was stopped. During this short period of time when I stopped taking this medicine, I suffered several superficial clots. Since 2001, I have remained on low-intensity blood thinning medicine and have not had a clotting episode since.
To learn more about deep vein thrombosis and pulmonary embolism, visit the following sites:
www.cdc.gov/ncbddd/dvt/facts.html
www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/health-topics/topics/dvt
“This Is Serious” is a campaign that promotes awareness of how to prevent deep vein thrombosis, or blood clots, in women. For more information: www.ThisIsSerious.org
Stop the Clot is a program of the National Blood Clot Alliance, a non-profit, voluntary health organization dedicated to advancing the prevention, early diagnosis and successful treatment of life-threatening blood clots such as deep vein thrombosis, pulmonary embolism and clot-provoked stroke. For more information: www.StopTheClot.org
www.stoptheclot.org/spreadtheword
Clot Connect is an education and outreach project of the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill Blood Clot Outreach Program. For more information: www.clotconnect.org/
April 8th 2008, the day I thought I was going to die Part II
They put me in a room and put the blood pressure cuff on my right arm and a heart rate monitor on my left index finger. Blood pressure cup begins to fill, and fill and fill then the decrease in pressure of the air returned the blood to my lower arm, hand and eventually to my fingers… Then came the needle pricks and blood was taken out of the left arm while an IV was placed in the right arm.
ALARM ALARM ALARM the blood pressure machine was spitting out alarms due to the level my blood pressure was at. 239/185 which is not good, not a good thing at all… They continue to take my blood pressure every couple of minutes which only makes me more stressed… ALARM ALARM ALARM!
The doctor comes in and says let's get a chest x-ray… so they wheel me, bed and all down to x-ray and snap, snap and my bones are shinning and a little green radioactivity later I am wheeled back to my room. An hour goes by… By this time they have allowed my partner to come back with me and he is trying his best to keep me occupied but I don’t think I was listening that much… Hours tick by on the clock… tick, tock, tick-tock.
Finally, the doctor comes back in and says that the x-rays look good and no sign of cardiac distress or whatever fancy word he used to say your heart is ok. Your blood work came back though and we know what is happening to you… Okay, awesome… great… what is it doc? You have a blood clot, or several we are not sure but we are going to take you down to the radiology apartment and have an ultrasound done on your legs… An hour or so after being wheeled down to radiology again and barley missing innocent passers in the hallways I was done with the ultrasound, I think it was actually a Doppler but details details… After waiting another couple of hours (We arrived at Evergreen at about 4:30pm and it was getting close to being about 2:45am).
Confirmed, you have 3 large clots in your right leg… then the explanation, questioning and ultimently what my life would be like for the next 6 months… I had to have Fragmin injections (Fragmin {dalteparin} is an anticoagulant used to prevent blood clots such as deep vein thrombosis, which can lead to clots in the lungs) until my INR (International Normalised Ratio) is the ratio between the coagulation time of a sample of blood and the normal coagulation time, when coagulation takes place. The purpose of anticoagulant treatment is to prolong coagulation). I had to have 5 Fragmin injections in all and have them every 12 hours which meant we had to come back to Evergreen each 12 hours. What a pain, literally in the tummy! I started on a medication called Warfarin (Warfarin is an anticoagulant used to to prevent heart attacks, strokes, and blood clots).
There is more to this story, but I will leave that for another time.