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Io resto a casa.
Le foto che pubblico in questi giorni sono foto ripescate dal mio archivio, questo per dirvi: IO RESTO A CASA, perchè l'Italia del corona virus non è la foto di una piazza deserta o dei tavolini dei bar vuoti o le serrande dei negozi abbassate, l'Italia del corona virus è: IO RESTO A CASA per il bene di tutti!
IO RESTO A CASA per il rispetto dei dottori, anestesisti, infermieri e tutti coloro che, in questo triste momento, lavorano giorno e notte per la salute di tutti NOI!
IO RESTO A CASA!
FALLO ANCHE TU!
I stay at home.
The photos that I publish these days are photos taken from my archive, this is to tell you: I STAY AT HOME, because the Italy of the Corona virus is not the photo of a deserted square or of the empty bar tables or the shutters of the lowered shops , Italy of the corona virus is: I REMAIN HOME for the good of all!
I STAY HOME for the respect of doctors, anesthesiologists, nurses and all those who, in this sad moment, work day and night for the health of all of us!
I STAY AT HOME!
DO IT ALSO!
Sumatran Orangutan-Critically Endangered
Born: June 11, 1992
San Diego Zoo
Karen made medical & veterinary history in 1994 when she was the first orangutan to undergo open-heart surgery. When she was 2 years old it was noted that she was not growing at an appropriate rate. Her health check revealed a penny-size hole in her heart. At the time her weight was 22 pounds and her condition was considered fatal without surgical intervention. A surgical team from UCSD Medical Center in San Diego volunteered their time along side Zoo veterinary staff. A world-famous cardiothoracic surgeon led the team during the 7 hour procedure. More than 100 people including surgeons, anesthesiologists, radiologists, respiratory therapists, nurses, and lab specialists volunteered their time to help this young ape. The surgery made headlines and Karen received get-well cards from around the world. Now, at the age of 27, Karen continues to live and thrive at the San Diego Zoo. If you visit you can recognize her by her signature move rolling across the habitat.
So you think these things can't happen to you at your age...
But they do.
As English speakers say: Shit happens!
Last Saturday morning, I had surgery for appendicitis with the onset of peritonitis.
But everything went well, as I was treated by a highly professional medical team: two surgeons, an anesthesiologist, and two nurses.
Three hours after waking up from the anesthesia, they were already getting me up to walk around with my drip in and check that everything was okay.
So if I could walk... I could also take a photo!
I grabbed my Sony compact and shot whatever was closest to me: Medical Equipment!
And 24 hours after the operation, the head surgeon was already signing my discharge and voila, I was off heading home.
Today, Monday, I brought them several boxes of chocolate candies as a thank you.
UNA FOTO DIFERENTE, 2025
Te crees que a tus años esas cosas ya no te pueden pasar...
Pero sí ocurren.
Ya lo dicen los de habla inglesa: Shit happens!
El sábado pasado por la mañana fui operado de una apendicitis con iniciación de peritonitis.
Pero todo salió bien, pues fui atendido por un equipo médico de grandes profesionales: dos cirujanos, una anestesista y dos enfermeras.
A las tres horas de despertarme de la anestesia, ya me estaban levantando para dar paseos con mi gotero puesto y comprobar que todo iba bien.
Así que si podía andar.... ¡También podía hacer una foto!
Agarré mi Sony compacta y disparé a lo que tenía más cerca: ¡Aparatos Médicos!
Y a las 24 horas de haber sido operado, el cirujano jefe ya estaba firmando mi alta médica y hala, para casa.
Hoy lunes les he llevado varias cajas de bombones como agradecimiento.
Io resto a casa!
Sai perchè resto a casa? Perchè amo il mio Paese e vederlo in ginocchio mi provoca un dolore forte al cuore!
Resto a casa perchè solo così posso dire grazie a tutti i medici, infermieri, anestesisti e a tutti coloro che lavorano per il bene di tutti Noi!
Resto a casa non perchè mi sia stato imposto, ma perchè so che è l'unico modo, momentaneamente, di sconfiggere il coronavirus!
Resto a casa perchè rispetto anche te!
I stay at home!
Do you know why I stay home? Because I love my country and seeing it on my knees causes me severe heart pain!
I stay at home because only in this way can I say thank you to all the doctors, nurses, anesthesiologists and to all those who work for the good of all of us!
I stay at home not because it was imposed on me, but because I know it is the only way, momentarily, to defeat the coronavirus!
I stay home because I respect you too!
One week has passed since we came to Chau Doc. I got called “in” at the last minute, because somebody was unable to go. It happens!
I had no idea who was going. Did not know a single person on the team. That did not faze me. I should be used to it by now. This is my 62nd trip, half with Interplast and the rest with other organizations.
It didn’t take long before we all knew each other. We joined in airports, talked, drank coffee and learned each others names.
We are a great team!! We have a wonderful leader that keeps us all in line. Anesthesia has yet to leave anybody asleep too long. The translators have a job I wouldn’t want for any money in the world! They are everywhere, all the time, helping with everything, regardless if it is their job or not. Patients are well cared for by the pediatricians. They are ready for us in the morning so we can start our day.
We are an international group of medical people. We do medicine the same way all over the world. At least five countries are represented. You should listen to us talk!!
We are blessed with good help in the operating room. Scrub people from the hospital are doing a great job. They are interested in learning, helping with turnovers and end of day cleaning.
We have had a great patient load so far. Cleft palates and lips every day. A surgeon’s dream!! Still, we are not able to do all the patients, so we are all looking forward to coming back next year and do some more.
It’s a good feeling to be able to help children all over the world. It’s a never ending job and I am glad to be part of the team.
isang araw kung saan dapat ako ay nagpipiktyur ng mga inaanak,pamangkin at mga kamaganak na nagpuntahan sa bahay upang magkita kita minsan sa isang taon ay di nabigyan ng pagkakataon dahil kailangan pumasok..hayyy...
pero dahil holiday at wala namang kaso(operation), bumawi n lng sa pamamagitan ng pag piktyur ng mga kulitan kasama ang mga wala ring magawa na katrabaho. "cge tol,kunyari ooperahan kita,set up na natin! ikaw na mag anesthesiologist muna ako surgeon" hehehe :)
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Forest Rain. Here it is early April and I can see the snow line only a 1,000 or so feet above me as I make my way on a short hike in my sandals. A wonderful and calming feeling of standing in the cold wet rain in the forest. Hey I wasn't stranded, I was dressed for the weather so don't think I am crazy, except for maybe the footwear. As I stood here making this image the rain poured on me. Water in a steady drip off my camera and bill of my hat. I also realized that about 10 minutes in this water and your feet feel about the same as they would just after the anesthesiologist gave a pain numbing injection. Temperature shock therapy is good for the body, right?!
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...taken at the operation room of cardiovascular surgery in the hospital of Istanbul Medical Faculty...
Istanbul, Turkey...
Óleo metalizado sobre tela de 80X60
Autor: Vilchez
Fotografía: Vilchez
Idea original: Vílchez
Gracias a estos colegas míos del sector de la medicina por colaborar en este óleo con su peculiar visión del mismo,,,
Una obra quizás cruda e inusual por el contenido, difícil cometido el como representar la enfermedad a través de la pintura, expresar con pinceladas el dolor y el sufrimiento.
Juan Salvador
In this oil I will answer all your comments, doubts and appreciations ,,,,
Thanks to these four colleagues from the medical sector for collaborating on this oil with their peculiar vision of it ,,,
In original size you can appreciate all the details and even the threads of the canvas ,,,,,
A work perhaps crude and unusual for its content, difficult to commit to how to represent the disease through painting, expressing pain and suffering with brushstrokes.
Juan Salvador
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--Tarea ardua y detallada reflejar el sempieterno enemigo del galeno, mantener la próspera llama de la vida, curar en lo insaciable, acompañar en lo incurable, desdibujar la angustia mientras los enseres de la agonía mantienen el recto y curvilíneo inexorable camino hacia el bienestar. Cuando la patología se convierte en enfermedad y cuando la enfermedad en la forma de sufrir. Actuar con celeridad, recurrir a lo material, proporcionar salud al que la ha perdido y favorecer que su estoica espera se convierta en su necesaria felicidad. Útil es, entonces, y por siempre lo será, donar ayuda al que la precisa, calmar dolor, no más.
Juan Salvador Jr (Pediatra y oncólogo infantil)
- Arduous and detailed task to reflect the everlasting enemy of the doctor, to maintain the prosperous flame of life, to heal in the insatiable, to accompany in the incurable, to blur the anguish while the belongings of agony maintain the straight and curvilinear inexorable path towards well-being . When the pathology becomes disease and when the disease in the form of suffering. Act quickly, resort to the material, provide health to those who have lost it and encourage their stoic hope to become their necessary happiness. It is useful, then, and forever will be, to donate help to those who need it, to relieve pain, no more.
Juan Salvador Jr (Pediatrician and child oncologist)
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--DOLOR
Cielo y tierra truecan sus colores naturales por el sanguinolento venido a blanquecino. Frío e inquietante telón de fondo donde se escenifica el drama del sufrir.
La esperanza se atavía con los ropajes de una brigada de proyectiles aéreos que descienden en certera y rectilínea trayectoria. Algunos se desangran prematuramente, en un afán por anticipar el remedio al tormento. Otros, de mayor contención, se reservan para sembrar el bálsamo en el contacto directo.
Un velón de pabilo prolífico y ramificado prende luz que no agoniza, lejana emisaria del aun distante bienestar.
Dos diminutas y negras figuras humanas reflejan el estar de la aflicción, manteniéndose en un paciente segundo plano.
En el reino del dolor, rige la oscuridad estéril, el olor acre, el sabor amargo, el sonido del triste adagio; y su abrazo nos aleja del arco iris.
Juan González (Médico)
--PAIN
Heaven and earth exchange their natural colors for the bloody turn to whitish. Cold and disturbing backdrop where the drama of suffering is staged.
Hope is dressed in the garments of a brigade of aerial projectiles that descend in a certain and rectilinear trajectory. Some bleed prematurely, in an eagerness to anticipate the remedy for the torment. Others, more restrained, are reserved for sowing the balm in direct contact.
A prolific and branched wick candle lights a light that does not agonize, a distant emissary of still distant well-being.
Two tiny, black human figures reflect the state of grief, keeping patient in the background.
In the realm of pain, sterile darkness rules, the acrid smell, the bitter taste, the sound of the sad adage; and his embrace takes us away from the rainbow.
Juan González (Doctor)
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--"El dolor. Es imposible representar gráficamente el dolor. Podemos expresar verbalmente su magnitud en frases como “Me duele mucho” pero, ¿sabemos qué color tiene el dolor? Y ¿qué forma tiene? ¿cómo se determina su contorno? ¿Vamos a limitarnos a retratar su expresión?. Lo primero que me llama la atención de esta obra es la falta de horizonte, esa línea que, para los que somos de costa, separa el mar del cielo. Lo tangible de lo que no lo es. Y es esa falta de horizonte lo que lleva a cualquier obra de arte al universo primitivo de las primeras pinturas que hicieran manos humanas: Lascaux, Altamira. En un espacio contínuo podemos adivinar el dolor; colores cálidos (áridos más bien), objetos punzantes con doble cualidad (herir, curar). El árbol-vela de la vida que se consume mientras el tiempo congela jeringuillas, gotas y cápsulas que no terminan de caer. Y es en ese árbol en el que se produce la transformación en vara de Esculapio, donde la serpiente que rejuvenece y cura dispuesta al abrazo adquiere forma de catéter. En la oscuridad de las cuevas se pintaban animales; se trataba de que la magia que infería el chamán a las pinturas se tradujera en una buena cacería y, con ello, la supervivencia del clan. Ahora la magia cura al artista y, de paso, al espectador."
Pepe Guisado (Enfermero)
- "Pain. It is impossible to represent pain graphically. We can verbally express its magnitude in phrases such as" It hurts a lot "but, do we know what color pain is? And what shape is it? How is its contour determined? Let's limit ourselves to portraying his expression. ”The first thing that strikes me about this work is the lack of horizon, that line that, for those of us from the coast, separates the sea from the sky. What is tangible from what is not . And it is this lack of horizon that takes any work of art to the primitive universe of the first paintings made by human hands: Lascaux, Altamira. In a continuous space we can guess the pain; warm colors (rather arid), sharp objects with double quality (wound, heal). The tree-candle of life that is consumed while time freezes syringes, drops and capsules that do not finish falling. And it is in that tree that the transformation into the rod of Aesculapius takes place. , where the snake that rejuvenates and heals willing the hug takes the form of a catheter. Animals were painted in the darkness of the caves; it was about the magic that the shaman inferred to the paintings to translate into a good hunt and, with it, the survival of the clan. Now magic heals the artist and, incidentally, the viewer. "
Pepe Guisado (Nurse)
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Para el sanitario que vive a diario la lucha contra el dolor ajeno, resulta mas cruda la idea de reflejar de forma gráfica esta vivencia. Personalmente me parece muy angustiosa el haber utilizado esos colores fuertes y esa sensación de daño inminente y cruel de esas jeringas que, cual espadas de Damocles, penden de todas partes como si no se pudiera escapar de ellas...y asi es tantas veces! El tiempo, que pasa inexorable y ajeno al drama humano, cápsulas de medicamentos que vagan sin rumbo, y los hombres-médicos, voñuntarios, cooperantes o lo que sean - empequeñecidos por una tarea ingente como es la de aliviar el dolor y la enfermedad y la soledad del que sufre...Esta obra siento que desborda pesimismo, y ausencia de esperanza en un final mejor. Echo en falta una luz de esperanza humana o del mas allá.
Javier Martínez de la Ossa (Médico anestesista)
For the health worker who lives the fight against the pain of others on a daily basis, the idea of graphically reflecting this experience is more crude. Personally, I find it very distressing to have used those strong colors and that sensation of imminent and cruel damage from those syringes that, like Damocles swords, hang from everywhere as if they could not be escaped ... and so it is so many times! Time, which passes inexorably and oblivious to human drama, drug capsules that wander aimlessly, and men-doctors, volunteers, aid workers or whatever they are - dwarfed by an enormous task such as alleviating pain and disease and the loneliness of the sufferer ... I feel that this work overflows pessimism, and the absence of hope for a better ending. I miss a light of human hope or beyond.
Javier Martínez de la Ossa (Anesthesiologist)
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es difícil plasmar el dolor artísticamente , entre otras cosas porque si se evidencia demasiado la gente no lo va a mirar ,
de forma natural el dolor ,repele...es un recurso tb natural de protegernos contra esos dolores que no los produce un objeto punzante , como el miedo, la impotencia , la soledad, y mil sentimientos más que vemos/sentimos reflejados en cualquier expresión de dolor .
Salvador tú trabajo me parece una idea genial,
y precisamente para que deje de ser un impacto social el dolor ajeno , hay que mostrarlo....
María Tudela, (Enfermera)
It is difficult to capture pain artistically, among other things because if it is too obvious people will not look at it,
pain naturally repels ... it is a natural resource to protect ourselves against those pains that are not produced by a sharp object, such as fear, impotence, loneliness, and a thousand other feelings that we see / feel reflected in any expression of pain.
Salvador, your work seems like a great idea to me,
And precisely so that the pain of others ceases to be a social impact, it must be shown ...
María Tudela (Enfermera)
Thank you to all the doctors & nursers at The University Of Wisconsin in Madison.
As I write this there is a lump in my throat & my eyes are welling up as I think of the events that went on for my wife & I this past week.
As some of you know my wife has artery disease. Last month (March 2016) my wife had an aneurysm in her right groin artery. Blood started to come out of an older suture wound in that area where it was repaired before in the past. We went to the Emergency Room here in our town so she could be assessed to see if she could make a 2 & a half hour drive to the University Of Wisconsin safely by me driving her there or would she have to be taken by helicopter or ambulance. After some time the Emergency Room the decision was made by the medical staff that I could drive her to the University Of Wisconsin Hospital. So we drove up there & the aneurysm was fixed by the doctors who specialize in vascular disease. We spent 3 or 4 days in the hospital. Everything was going good & she was healing well.
The aneurysm was in a area where a bovine artery & her own artery was connected. She has bovine arteries & many stints through out her abdomen & legs because of this artery disease.
About two weeks ago we had a Doctors appointment to have a check up & the staples removed on her fixed aneurysm procedure that was in her right groin artery. When the staples were removed the skin was a little red a small dots of blood formed on a few staple holes. Nothing out of the ordinary.
This past Saturday, April 2nd my wife walked out to the kitchen & she felt something wet on her leg. She touched her leg & she had blood covering hand. She pulled down her pants & sat in a chair. I was standing beside her. She had blood coming from the area where her staples were removed & a lot of it. My wife to applied direct pressure to her bleeding artery. I called 911 & the ambulance was at our house in minutes. She was rushed to our local hospital. She was assessed there. I knew our hospital was not equipped to handle a bovine artery bleed. My wife was taken by ambulance from Dixon, Illinois hospital to the University Of Wisconsin Hospital in Madison, Wisconsin. Still a 2 hour drive.
She arrived at University Of Wisconsin Hospital safely & me arriving about a half hour later in my car. The bleeding was stopped & the doctor who is in charge of the vascular surgery department made plans for surgery for first thing in the morning.
The surgery was preformed first thing in the morning. Everything went well. During that day & night there was a small persistent bleed to the wound. It just could not be stopped. By Sunday the bleeding got worse but was controlled and stopped. Monday my wife went back into surgery to find the area where she was bleeding from & it was fixed. So we thought. She started to bleed again.
My wife had mesenteric artery bypass surgery years ago. They had to removed her mesenteric artery & replace it with a synthetic artery. We found out some time ago that this synthetic artery gave my wife an infection. She was placed on some aggressive antibiotics. The antibiotics only repressed the infection never cured it. We were told that one day the synthetic artery would have to be removed and replaced with bovine or human arteries.
We were informed by the vascular doctor that the infection my wife has in her body had woke up. That is why she kept having these bleeds. The strong antibiotics were just not enough anymore. We knew this would happen one day. Our worst fears were realized. She was going to have mesenteric artery bypass surgery again.
Surgery was done on April 7th. It lasted for more the 13 hours. 5 doctors, 2 anesthesiologists & a large teem of transplant nurses. All helped saving my wife's life. They took out the old infected synthetic arteries, all the bovine arteries & replaced it with human arteries. They fixed the aneurysm the bleeder in her right groin. Also fixed another aneurysm that was in her left groin. While they were in there they fixed a hernia too.
My wife is still in the Trauma & Life Support unit & is in a lot of pain. She is feeling a little better today. It just takes time. I spent all week in the hospital by my wife's side. I had to come home for a couple of days to take care of some things here. Besides sleeping in hospital chairs & little fold out cots just don't cut it.
The postcard. University Of Wisconsin Hospital & Clinics (background) provides Med Flight, the helicopter critical care transport service to patients throughout the region. Photo by Bob Rashid.
I'm doing great, surgery went as planned. Luxury hospital. Fabulous nursing care. Anesthesiologist and Orthopaedic Surgeon stellar in their fields and impeccable bedside manner. I'm going to look forward to getting back in the field to chase my birds. Will be relegated to indoors trying to somehow make the banal worth photographing. Thanks to all who had expressed their well wishes and concern!👍
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An intern,with a bag of O negative blood,running eccentrically through the hospital corridor to make sure the blood reaches the OT on time.
A junior doctor hunching over a patient's chest with all his strength trying to get a pulse.
A surgeon who just identified the bleeder and ligated it.
An obsteric surgeon who delivered a baby stuck by its own head.
An anesthesiologist who got a bilateral air entry on a difficult intubation.
A psychiatrist who sees his suicidal patient having a routine life.
And many more such doctors.
Each one of them in their own way saves a life everyday.
Someone stays up whole night monitoring a patient's urine output.
A father misses his daughter's first birthday to stitch up a wound.
A son turns up last for the family dinner again after attending someone else's family's concern.
We lose a lot of things that can never be bought back by money.
And no one ever gives an appraisal.There is no best employee of the month.No badges.No stars.
I have seen some of my seniors be on a duty for 96 hours straight,be perfect with managing 300 patients and yet be mocked for that one patient's BP they forgot to mention.
And I have still seen them roam puppy eyed behind consultants wanting to hear one "good job" or have a pat on their back.
But no one pats your back.
No one tells you were a hero today.
"It's your job.Well you chose to be a doctor.No one asked you to.Stop complaining."
"Doctors charge so much and are so arrogant."
"Dude they are killer's, man."
There is a time you feel so demotivated that no one praises you for what you do.No one understands your effort.
Except for that one thing.
The cardiac monitor showing a pulse after a pulseless electrical activity.
The flat line in the ECG showing a p wave.
That is your appraisal.
Your appraisal as a doctor is the life that you just saved .
And when you realise you have the power to do so, there is nothing more addictive, nothing more sickening, maddening than medical science.
You realise you lose your own life saving others, but every bit of it is worth the fight.
No one pats your back, you pat your own back.
You are your own hero.
You wear your own cape and crown.
You save your ownself and others.
And if this is something you hate and still love to do, congratulations on being a doctor.
We practice the real love
THE LOVE OF LIFE.
Un interne, avec un sac de sang O négatif, courant excentriquement dans le couloir de l’hôpital pour s’assurer que le sang atteint l’ergothérapeute à temps.
Un jeune docteur penché sur la poitrine d’un patient avec toute sa force en essayant d’obtenir un pouls.
Un chirurgien qui a identifié l’hémorragie et l’a ligaturée.
Un chirurgien obstiné qui a mis au monde un bébé coincé par sa propre tête.
Un anesthésiste qui a obtenu une entrée d’air bilatérale lors d’une intubation difficile.
Un psychiatre qui voit son patient suicidaire avoir une vie de routine.
Et beaucoup d’autres médecins.
Chacun d’eux à sa façon sauve une vie quotidienne.
Quelqu’un reste éveillé toute la nuit à surveiller les urines d’un patient.
Un père rate le premier anniversaire de sa fille pour recoudre une blessure.
Un fils revient en dernier pour le dîner de famille après avoir assisté aux préoccupations de la famille de quelqu’un d’autre.
Nous perdons beaucoup de choses qui ne peuvent jamais être rachetées par l’argent.
Et personne ne donne jamais d’évaluation. Il n’y a pas de meilleur employé du mois.
J’ai vu certains de mes aînés être en service pendant 96 heures d’affilée, être parfaits pour gérer 300 patients et pourtant se faire ridiculiser pour la PA de ce patient qu’ils ont oublié de mentionner.
Et je les ai encore vus errer derrière les consultants qui veulent entendre un "bon travail" ou avoir une tape sur le dos.
Mais personne ne te félicite.
Personne ne dit que tu étais un héros aujourd’hui.
"C’est ton travail. Eh bien, tu as choisi d’être médecin. Personne ne te l’a demandé. Arrête de te plaindre."
"Les médecins font payer et sont arrogants."
"Mec, ils sont des tueurs, mec."
Il est un temps où vous vous sentez si démotivé que personne ne vous loue pour ce que vous faites. Personne ne comprend votre effort.
Sauf cette seule chose.
Le moniteur cardiaque montre un pouls après une activité électrique sans pouls.
Ligne plate de l’ECG montrant une onde p.
Telle est votre évaluation.
Votre évaluation en tant que médecin est la vie que vous venez de sauver .
Et quand vous réalisez que vous avez le pouvoir de le faire, il n’y a rien de plus, mais chaque partie en vaut la peine.
Personne ne te caresse le dos, tu te caresses le dos.
Tu es ton propre héros.
Tu portes ta cape et ta couronne.
Vous vous sauvez vous-même et les autres.
Et si c’est quelque chose que tu détestes et que tu aimes toujours faire, félicitations pour être médecin.
Nous pratiquons le véritable amour
L’amour de la vie.
If you were an anaesthetist, what would you say to your patients as you put them under?
Strobist info:
Two Yongnuo YN600EX RT placed on stools to the right and left of camera. Manual 1/16 power
One Canon 600EX-RT mounted at waist level with a rogue Flashbender diffuser and directed at me.
Fired by Yongnuo YN-E4-RT transmitter (which was on a sync cord to make adjustments more easily since the camera was on its back on a stool, pointing up at the ceiling.
Framing, camera settings changed, focus and shutter release all done using the Canon wifi Remote App.
I aim to post a few similar shots to see which proves most popular and has the least technical flaws. I will use the best one in club competitions.
This Anaethetist series followed on from my Dentist series and utilised the same lighting set up (Album here: www.flickr.com/photos/42343095@N08/albums/72157672296501055)
A belated post from yesterday. Of course, it is inevitable to have late posts doing the 365 project. I'm happy that I managed to get this one posted today as I've ben traveling this last weekend. I went up to South Dakota to shadow an Anesthesiologist. It was a great experience and I learned a ton about that as a career option if I don't become a full-time photographer. This photo is fitting as I'm not sure what doors may be opening and closing in my life. Everything seems completely on the verge of change as if I'm at some kind of tipping point. All the doors that are in front of me may slam closed, or they may swing open just a little bit wider.
Autumn is in full fledged surgery...yes it is really happening right now! ...the team is amazing!!!...She has her incredible Surgeon Doctor Lilihei along with the assistant Surgeon, along with her anesthesiologist and the assistant anesthesiologist , along with the head O/R Nurse along with the assistant O/R Nurse, along with the O/R management team...its a posey! The love and care is overwhelming! I will update later! XOX
We just received our first Phone call from the Head O/R Nurse and he informed us that they have made the incision to the brain...it is open now and they will start the procedure of locating it and removing the brain Tumor...we will hear back from them in a couple of hours for an update on how it is going...I have been visualizing this day since the first diagnosis!
Tumor is out ! NEXT they will work on closing her up and let us know when they are finished! it will go to Pathology and some to research!!! we are coming around the home stretch!! YAY!!
All over doing amazing for everything she went through...now the recovery and treatment!
In the bar at the Best Western! Thanks to Abbey for shooting this!
Before my surgery, the anesthesiologist offered to knock me out with gas or a boat paddle. It was an ether/oar situation.
Au bar du Best Western! Merci à Abbey pour cette photo!
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'No Man is an Island'
No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
John Donne
“Nessun Uomo è un'isola”
Nessun uomo è un’isola, completo in se stesso; ogni uomo è un pezzo del continente, una parte del tutto. Se anche solo una zolla venisse lavata via dal mare, l’Europa ne sarebbe diminuita, come se le mancasse un promontorio, come se venisse a mancare una dimora di amici tuoi, o la tua stessa casa. La morte di qualsiasi uomo mi sminuisce, perché io sono parte dell’umanità. E dunque non chiedere mai per chi suona la campana: suona per te».
John Donne
Chronicles report that in Italy the epidemic caused by the "new flu" began on January 31, 2020, when two tourists from China tested positive for the new coronavirus, subsequently an infectious outbreak of covid-19 was confirmed on 21 February 2020 in Codogno in Lombardy with 16 cases, increased the day after to 60 cases, with the first deaths occurring in those days (but the presence of cases occurred elsewhere and on earlier dates is not excluded, due to the initial difficulty in recognizing a "virus new and unknown "). The infectious epicenter had been identified in the wet market of the city of Wuhan, located in the center of China: on December 31, 2019 the Whuan Health Commission reported to the WHO of cases of pneumonia of unknown etiology (city that was quarantined on 23 January 2020, which was followed shortly after the quarantine of the entire province of Hubei), on 9 January 2020 the Chinese scientific committee reported that a new coronavirus (SARS-CoV-2) had been identified as the causative agent of the infectious pathology, then called Covid-19. In Italy, from the identification of "red areas" at high risk of contagion in Lombardy and Veneto, it wasn't long before Italy was declared a risk zone. The hospitals, with the doctors, nurses, health workers, were all busy dealing with the new emergency: first aid, infectious disease wards, resuscitations, supported by 118 service and law enforcement agencies; the fear on the part of those who were (and are) called to provide assistance, was that of becoming infected and becoming the "greasers" of the new virus towards others, towards their family members. Every day the media viewed the images of military vehicles with dismay, which lined up carrying numerous coffins of innocent victims who died of coronavirus from the hospital in Bergamo. On March 11, 2020, the WHO declared that there was talk of a pandemic now, the infection had now acquired a worldwide spread.
News not long appeared in the media, is the theory put forward by the immunologist Antonio Giordano, an Italian scientist transplanted to the USA, who says that southern Italy was less subject to epidemic violence than the north of Italy, because it, the south, it would be protected by a "genetic shield" for an interaction that took place during the evolution of DNA in relation to the external environment. Not wanting to bother the various theories that attempt to explain the epidemiological differences that have been found between northern and southern Italy, one thing is certain in Sicily: the various great terrible epidemics we happened in the past in Sicily have left indelible traces in the relationship of the Sicilians with their Saints, entities invoked "as a shield" to protect from the worries of life.
San Sebastiano (together with San Rocco), is carried in procession in numerous Sicilian feasts; He was invoked to protect against the plague (and all contagious diseases) as early as 1575, the year in which the plague raged in Sicily.
Santa Rosalia on 9 June 1625 was carried in procession, her mortal remains accompanied by the song "Te Deum Laudamus", while they passed in the lazaretto quarters of Palermo, they operated the instantaneous healing of the sick poor under the eyes of those present, so that the infection stopped (since then she became the patron saint of Palermo).
In the Sicilian town of Castroreale, "u Signuri Longu" (the tall Christ), is a life-size wooden statue hoisted on a pole about 14 meters high, this Crucifix is carried in procession and is invoked because considered miraculous, having saved the Mrs. Giuseppina Vadalà of Castroreale from certain death: now dying, she was miraculously healed at the passage of the Sacred Crucifix (we are in the year 1854, the cholera epidemic in Messina killed about 30,000 people in the short two-month period).
This photo-story of mine was made in Sicily after the partial reopening of May 18: I dedicate it to the Chinese doctor Li Wenliang, who died on February 7, 2020 in Wuhan, died of the new coronavirus while trying to fight it, and of which he was trying to raise an alarm cry.
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Le cronache riportano che in Italia l’epidemia causata dalla “nuova influenza” ha avuto inizio il 31 gennaio 2020, quando due turisti provenienti dalla Cina sono risultati positivi al nuovo coronavirus, successivamente un focolaio infettivo di covid-19 è stato confermato il 21 febbraio 2020 a Codogno in Lombardia con 16 casi, aumentati il giorno dopo a 60 casi, coi primi decessi avvenuti in quei giorni (ma non è escludersi la presenza di casi avvenuti altrove ed in date antecedenti, causa la difficoltà iniziale a riconoscere un “virus nuovo e sconosciuto”). L’epicentro infettivo era stato individuato nel mercato umido della città di Wuhan, situata nel centro della Cina: il 31 dicembre 2019 la Commissione Sanitaria di Whuan segnalò all’OMS dei casi di polmonite ad eziologia ignota (città che fu messa in quarantena il 23 gennaio 2020, alla quale fece seguito poco dopo la quarantena dell’intera provincia di Hubei), il 9 gennaio 2020 il comitato scientifico Cinese riferì che era stato identificato un nuovo coronavirus (SARS-CoV-2) quale agente causale della patologia infettiva, poi chiamata Covid-19. In Italia, dalla individuazione di “zone rosse” ad alto rischio di contagio in Lombardia ed in Veneto, non passò molto tempo che l’Italia tutta fu dichiarata zona a rischio. Gli ospedali, con i medici, gli infermieri, gli operatori sanitari, furono tutti impegnati a fronteggiare la nuova emergenza: in prima linea i pronto soccorso, i reparti di malattie infettive, le rianimazioni, supportati dal servizio 118 e dalla forze dell’ordine; il timore da parte di coloro che erano (e sono) chiamati a prestare assistenza, era quello di essere infettati e diventare gli “untori” del nuovo virus verso gli altri, verso i propri familiari. Sui media ogni giorno si osservavano con sgomento le immagini di mezzi militari che, in fila, trasportavano numerosi le bare di vittime innocenti decedute a cause del coronavirus, provenienti dall’ospedale di Bergamo. L’11 marzo 2020 l’OMS dichiarò che oramai si parlava di pandemia, l’infezione aveva acquistato oramai una diffusione a carattere mondiale.
Notizia non da molto apparsa sui media, è la teoria avanzata dall’immunologo Antonio Giordano, scienziato italiano trapiantato negli USA, che afferma che il meridione d’Italia è stato meno soggetto alla violenza epidemica rispetto al settentrione d’Italia, perché esso, il meridione, sarebbe come protetto da uno “scudo genetico” per una interazione avvenuta nel corso dell’evoluzione del DNA in rapporto con l’ambiente esterno. Non volendo scomodare le varie teorie che tentano di spiegare le differenza epidemiologiche che si sono riscontrate tra il nord ed il sud Italia, in Sicilia una cosa è certa: le varie grandi terribili epidemia avutesi in passato in Sicilia, hanno lasciato tracce indelebili nel rapporto dei Siciliani coi loro Santi, entità queste invocate “come scudo” a protezione dagli affanni della vita.
San Sebastiano (insieme a San Rocco), viene portato in processione in numerose feste Siciliane; Egli venne invocato a protezione contro la peste (e di tutte le malattie contagiose) fin dall’anno 1575, anno in cui in Sicilia infuriò la peste.
Santa Rosalia il 9 giugno 1625 venne portata in processione, le sue spoglie mortali accompagnate dal canto “Te Deum Laudamus”, mentre passavano nei quartieri lazzaretto di Palermo, operavano la guarigione istantanea dei poveri malati sotto gli occhi dei presenti, cosicchè il contagio si arrestò (da allora divenne la Santa Patrona di Palermo).
Nella cittadina Siciliana di Castroreale, “u Signuri Longu” (il Cristo alto), è una statua lignea a grandezza naturale issata su di un palo alto circa 14 metri, tale Crocifisso viene portato in processione ed è invocato perché considerato miracoloso, avendo salvato la signora Giuseppina Vadalà di Castroreale da morte certa: oramai moribonda, fu miracolosamente guarita al passaggio del Sacro Crocifisso (siamo nell’anno 1854, l’epidemia di colera a Messina uccide circa 30.000 persone nel breve periodo di due mesi).
Questo mio foto-racconto è stato realizzato in Sicilia dopo la parziale riapertura del 18 maggio: lo dedico al medico Cinese Li Wenliang, morto il 7 febbraio 2020 a Wuhan, morto a causa del nuovo coronavirus mentre tentava di combatterlo, e del quale cercava di gettare un grido di allarme.
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Wuhan coronavirus kills doctor who warned of outbreak
New York mourns coronavirus whistle-blower doctor Li Wenliang
Per chi suona la campana di Ernest Hemingway.
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Meyer–Womble Observatory (MWO) is an astronomical observatory owned and operated by the University of Denver. It is located near the summit of Mount Blue Sky in the Arapaho National Forest approximately 60 kilometers (37 mi) west of Denver, Colorado (USA). At an elevation of 4,326 meters (14,193 ft), it is the third-highest optical/infrared observatory in the world, and was the highest until the Indian Astronomical Observatory opened in 2001.[1]
Through a gift of $3.8 million from the estate of William Womble, construction of the facility began in 1995 and was completed in 1996. Eric Meyer, M.D., an anesthesiologist who designed the dual-aperture 0.72 m (28 in) f/21 Ritchey-Chretien telescope, and his wife, Barbara, donated $1 million and brought the optical components personally from Chicago.[2] The optical/infrared telescopes saw first light in August 1997.[3]
PLEASE, no multi invitations, glitters or self promotion in your comments. My photos are FREE for anyone to use, just give me credit and it would be nice if you let me know, thanks - NONE OF MY PICTURES ARE HDR.
While at the Cape d'Or lighthouse a Sea King helicopter was in the area, I was eating and ran out to get some pictures. The crew saw me and were good enough to come around again and hover for a while so I could get some shots - a wave from me and they were gone.
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Some people have asked about my medical condition. Tuesday I go for a Stress Test and a Wall Motion Study test, both to get information on my heart. The last operation I had the to remove the lump from my head the anesthesiologist seemed concerned about my EKG, it had changed in the last 8 years. So these tests are to find out the overall condition of my heart, I MAY (stress MAY) have had a heart attack - I wish someone would have told me as I didn't know about it, LOL. I feel fantastic and workout everyday at the gym.
As soon as the cancer doctor gets the results on the tests I will have the remaining cancer removed from my chest, probably within a month. He will take 2cm more around the previous cut that was made. If that goes well I am finished with doctors for a while and can get back to travelling.
FACE the Challenge surgeon puts on his surgical gown after scrubbing for surgery. He has done so since 1995 at the National Hospital of Odonto-Stomatology (NHOS), Hcmc/Saigon, Cholon District 5, Vietnam, Southeast Asia.
He guided the lead surgeon in how to provide a tissue graft (difficult injury to address). It was done to the face of a motorcycle accident victim. Some of the most common facial trauma at this and other Vietnamese hospitals is from motorcycle accidents. As has remained true for decades, most of the motorcycle accident victims are male and the injuries are more commonly to the left side of the face.
Today I had cataract surgery on my right eye, and in two or three weeks I will have it on my other eye. My vision felt like it was connected to a dimmer switch and it was slowly becoming grayed out. It was becoming difficult to drive, especially at night, and I needed to do something about it.
The surgery itself only took about 20 minutes to a half an hour. I was completely awake for the whole thing, having decided not to take the meds to calm you down beforehand because they would take hours to wear off. It was uncomfortable in that there was a really bright light shining in my eye and if it would've gone on much longer I would've asked the anesthesiologist for the pain meds. But truth be told, I have a very hard time with pain medication and it is often worse for me than the procedure itself. I can stay drugged out for a long time and if there are any other side effects I will get them bigtime.
For those of you who don't know, they use some kind of a ultrasound to break up the cataract and then make a small incision in the eye and insert a lens in your eye. I had local anesthesia in my eye and only felt a tiny bit of pressure when this happened.
When I had first decided to do the surgery, I was asked if I would like to have my vision remain the same, using my glasses to correct my nearsightedness, or would I like to have that corrected, but then I would be farsighted. I opted to have my vision changed so that I could see far away. So today is the first time in my life that I can see far away without glasses, at least out of my right eye, and I just feel so happy!
It's going to be kind of weird for a couple of weeks because I have a different vision in my right eye than in my left eye and my brain needs to figure out how to get my eyes to work together. Right now, I feel off-balance when I walk and I don't have the same depth perception. But my surgeon told me that if I can just get through the next few weeks, then after the second surgery my vision will match up. I feel really good about myself today in that I did something very brave. I am always afraid of surgery, even when other people tell me that it was nothing.
I'm kind of bored tonight because there's really not much I can do. I can lay here with my cell phone and write like this, and take a picture or two. It's hard just being so still when you're used to doing things, even simple things. I will wear this patch until tomorrow afternoon when I see my surgeon, and then if all goes well I only have to wear it at night for a week when I sleep.
XXOO
Delightfully “huh?”.
If the stamped date is correct/close, this looks to be an Apollo Applications Program (AAP) S-IVB “wet” workshop, sort of confirmed by the presence of the Rocketdyne J-2 engine.
If correctly identified, it really makes this a “huh”. If something other, like being one end of a larger rotating complex, that could conceivably account for the obvious presence of artificial gravity.
And, neither here nor there, but it looks like the work of John Gorsuch to me.
FR
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Les Antivax ont ravagé le Centre de vaccination. Donc aux grand maux, les grands remèdes. Vaccination à coup de Mecha équipé de Gatling à 4 seringues, énorme reservoir de vaccin dans le dos, pinces de retention et de canons-seringues géants à gel hydroalcoolbrick. Et pour les fuyards, on a embauché Harley Quinn comme anesthésiste en chef...qui ne va pas vous louper !
Et pour l'humour, en clin d’œil :
- Tile 2 x 2 with Groove with Radioactive Man Pattern (71006), du set des Simpsons, avec le slim vert dégoulinant.
Radioactive Man, le super-héros, qui soigne tous les méchants www.bricklink.com/v2/catalog/catalogitem.page?P=3068bpb08...
- Tile 2 x 4 with Flowers, Brick, 'MAKE LEGO MODELS' and 'NOT WAR' Pattern (Sticker) du mythique Set 10220-1 Volkswagen T1 Camper Van (VW Bus)
Une propre reference au MOC lui-même : une scene d'apocalypse en lego, dans la période Flower Power.
Vous irez demander la conception de Flower Power à Harley Quinn qui vous expliquera, avec tout son amour personnalisé.
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- La tête du droid R5-D4 en genouillère du Mecha.
Car le rouge, c'est bien !
Robot pourtant tout aussi mythique et qui passe pourtant presque inaperçu dans la trilogie. Il se trouvait sur Tatooine dans le char des sables des Jawas en même temps que C-3PO et R2-D2. Il fut acheté par Owen Lars avec le droïde de protocole C-3PO, mais dysfonctionna quelques instants après. Le fermier prit donc R2-D2 à la place. Et oui, sans lui, pas de R2-D2 :mrgreen:
Comment ca, un robot qui débloque ? Je suis parfaitement dans le thème. lol
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The Antivaxes ravaged the vaccination center. So with great evils, great remedies. Mecha shot vaccination equipped with 4 syringe Gatling guns, huge vaccine reservoir in the back, retention clamps and giant hydroalcoolbrick gel syringe cannons. And for the runaways, we hired Harley Quinn as our chief anesthesiologist ... who won't miss you!
And for humor, in the blink of an eye:
- Tile 2 x 2 with Groove with Radioactive Man Pattern (71006), from the Simpsons set, with the dripping green slim.
Radioactive Man, the superhero, who heals all bad guys www.bricklink.com/v2/catalog/catalogitem.page?P=3068bpb08...
- Tile 2 x 4 with Flowers, Brick, 'MAKE LEGO MODELS' and 'NOT WAR' Pattern (Sticker) of the mythical Set 10220-1 Volkswagen T1 Camper Van (VW Bus)
A proper reference to the MOC itself: an apocalypse scene in lego, in the Flower Power period.
You will go and ask Harley Quinn for the design of Flower Power who will explain, with all his personalized love. xD
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- The head of droid R5-D4 in the Mecha's kneepad.
Because red is good for medic !
Robot yet just as mythical and which nevertheless goes almost unnoticed in the trilogy. He was on Tatooine in the Jawa Sand Chariot along with C-3PO and R2-D2. It was bought by Owen Lars with the protocol droid C-3PO, but malfunctioned moments later. So the farmer took R2-D2 instead. And yes, without him, no R2-D2
What do you mean, a robot that unblocks/malfunctions ? I am perfectly in the theme. lol
Do you know the feeling when you're intending to make a photo, waiting for a person to step into your frame, and then somebody arrives, sees your camera and out of consideration, he/she waits for you to be done shooting in order to move on?
Well, I am sure you know what I am talking about, right?
I saw her walking toward the place I was standing. I had composed the shot in my mind and was just waiting for her, but she saw me, too, and stopped. I looked up from behind my camera and smiled to her.
"Anteeksi, rouva... " I started in Finnish. "Excuse me, madame, please go ahead, I was waiting for you to step into my photograph," I said.
"All right," she replied amused and looked around at the huge posters behind her while I made pictures. A moment later I introduced myself and so did she.
"Do you know, I am 96 y/o," the Stranger said with a sense of pride in her voice.
I was truly astonished.
She was obviously on a shopping errand, pulling behind her a shopping trolley bag. She looked energetic and curious to know what I was doing.
I explained and she was willing to cooperate.
Meri is a MD by profession. In the Winter War she had been an anesthesiologist in the Finnish army. While we were talking, she pointed out a nearby building and said that it was bombed by the Russians. She reminisced her life decades ago.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_War
Meri was married to Kaarlo (1909-2001), they became parents to three children. Kaarlo was a diplomatic ambassador to Finland in many countries.
"We spent the four first years with my husband as the official envoy of Finland in Brazil...
"The last place my husband was stationed in was Romania. It was at the time of Nicolae Ceaușescu when the revolution began and his regime collapsed..."
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolae_Ceau%C8%99escu
Meri and I conversed in three languages; Finnish, Swedish and English. When I asked if she spoke French, too, she said :" Only the compulsory French we had to learn in school."
She would have certainly told me many more stories, however it seemed that she was on a schedule. I thanked her so much. It was such a pleasure to hear a bit of old history from a lady of almost a hundred years of age.
I am sure that Meri is a beloved and appreciated matriarch in her family.
# 32 Antique
It has been a good day. Emory was moved out of ICU this afternoon and into a regular room-- hooray. I predict that by Tues he'll be able to come home--but we'll see. I took a picture of him and his anesthesiologist.....don't they look happy?
On the way home from the hospital, the sun came out so I grabbed my macro lens and snapped a few flowers in the neighborhood.
Thank you everyone for your concern and well wishes.
and the juveniles… one of whom said:
"I am thankful for family, pipes, computers, and anesthesiologists."
Strobist info:
Two Yongnuo YN600EX RT placed on stools to the right and left of camera. Manual 1/16 power
One Canon 600EX-RT mounted at waist level with a rogue Flashbender diffuser and directed at me.
Fired by Yongnuo YN-E4-RT transmitter (which was on a sync cord to make adjustments more easily since the camera was on its back on a stool, pointing up at the ceiling.
Framing, camera settings changed, focus and shutter release all done using the Canon wifi Remote App.
I aim to post a few similar shots to see which proves most popular and has the least technical flaws. I will use the best one in club competitions.
This Anaethetist series followed on from my Dentist series and utilised the same lighting set up (Album here: www.flickr.com/photos/42343095@N08/albums/72157672296501055)
HCMC, Vietnam, Southeast Asia, 30 Oct 17. Young girl with a version of clefts in front of each ear (removed in this surgery), Odontomaxillofacial Hospital, FACE the Challenge, Inc. from Denver (Centennial), Colorado, USA. Photo by #GingerHRobinson, BSN, RN, Cardiac/Critical Care Nurse (former), President, FACE the Challenge, Inc. #InternationalWomensDay
The two-day-old gorilla born by emergency c-section on Wednesday evening had a procedure this morning at the San Diego Zoo Safari Park's veterinary hospital to fix a collapsed lung. Veterinary staff had been monitoring the baby gorilla with around-the-clock care when they noticed increased respiratory distress. The baby was breathing a lot faster and her heart rate was elevated. They did an x-ray and confirmed that the baby gorilla had a collapsed lung and had to undergo treatment.
A team of San Diego Zoo Global veterinary and animal care staff, joined by a human neonatal specialist and anesthesiologist from UC San Diego Health System, quickly assembled for a procedure to fix the collapsed lung. After carefully intubating the baby gorilla, they suctioned out a mucus plug that was in her right lung, likely aspirated at the time of delivery. Following the procedure the medical teams were able to re-inflate the lung. After a repeat chest x-ray, the team of veterinarians and specialists then concluded that both lungs were fully inflated and the procedure was successful. They covered the baby gorilla in blankets for warmth as she slowly woke up from the anesthesia used during the procedure. Once she was awake, the teams were able to remove the breathing tube and placed the baby on a nasal cannula with oxygen for continued respiratory support.
The baby gorilla will continue to be monitored with around-the-clock care by a team of veterinarians and animal care staff. The baby is showing progress and is breathing better on her own, but she is still receiving oxygen and supplemental fluids as needed.
"I would say that there are two things that differentiate her in how she acts compared to most babies that I take care of; first, she's a lot stronger when she grabs your hand, it's very difficult to release her grip - because that's her instinct - to grab her mom," Dawn Reeves, MD, neonatologist at UC San Diego Health System said. "Second, she can grab you with both her hands and her feet, which can be a little troublesome when trying to do procedures or exams. Otherwise she behaves very well," Reeves said.
The baby gorilla's mother,18-year-old Imani, is recovering after the emergency c-section surgery and is back in her familiar habitat, eating and doing well. Keepers at the Safari Park will continue to closely monitor the first-time mom as she recovers from her surgery.
"If this were a human you'd want no exercise for a few weeks after an operation like this, but within 24 hours she (Imani) was back with her troop moving around like nothing ever happened," Jeff Zuba, San Diego Zoo Global senior veterinarian said. "We're watching her closely, we're not encouraging her to move about like that but at this point she's doing great," Zuba said.
Strobist info:
Two Yongnuo YN600EX RT placed on stools to the right and left of camera. Manual 1/16 power
One Canon 600EX-RT mounted at waist level with a rogue Flashbender diffuser and directed at me.
Fired by Yongnuo YN-E4-RT transmitter (which was on a sync cord to make adjustments more easily since the camera was on its back on a stool, pointing up at the ceiling.
Framing, camera settings changed, focus and shutter release all done using the Canon wifi Remote App.
I aim to post a few similar shots to see which proves most popular and has the least technical flaws. I will use the best one in club competitions.
This Anaethetist series followed on from my Dentist series and utilised the same lighting set up (Album here: www.flickr.com/photos/42343095@N08/albums/72157672296501055)
2022: A Year Unlike Any Other
By Andrew J. Karagianis
January 2, 2023
You know how there are some years where you just plod along and nothing really happens out of the ordinary, whereas there are other years where you experience something huge and life-changing?
My headline story of 2022 is that it’s the year in which I became a father. Definitely life-changing! The year was pretty evenly split into Ally being pregnant for the first half, and our baby’s first almost-six-months in the second half. But, because it’s me, you’re going to get all the minutiae of 2022, and not just a one-paragraph summary. Someone suggested years ago that I try to write a TL;DR version, but that’s not my style. I am a creator, not just a consumer. Plus, now that I have a kid, there’s someone who may be genuinely interested in reading about the details, many years from now.
So in light of that, I think it’s no longer appropriate to call this a summary of 2022, but rather, it’s my story of 2022.
Ally and I rang in the new year in bed – Get your mind out of the gutter! We had watched a show about Betty White (who died earlier that day), read our books, and went to sleep, only to be awoken by fireworks later.
The first song I listened to in 2022 was “You Said It All” by Ozzy Osbourne.
I was given the order to work exclusively from home again on January 7th to start January 10th, although it was an internal order rather than a provincial mandate this time. Fine by me!
In early January, I started typing a document to my as-yet-unborn child, documenting who their family members were – particularly those who have already died, since knowledge of their lives is fading, as they had the misfortune (or good fortune?) to have lived their lives before the age of the Internet.
On the week of January 19th, a local rabbit took up residence in our back yard. I would see him outside sitting by the shed during the day whilst working from home. After a week or two, I noticed I hadn’t seen him for several days, so that was that. Maybe he got evicted from his hole in the ground.
Also in January, I started typing a retrospective trip journal for my Europe 2008 trip, because I love writing trip journals but hadn’t started writing them yet back in 2008. In so doing, I realized there were parts of that trip that I didn’t really remember or have photo evidence for, so I got the idea to try to find the Europe 2008 pics that didn’t make it to Flickr in an attempt to fill in the blanks. I got my old 2003 eMac from storage on January 23rd, and fired it up on January 30th. It worked perfectly fine, but I discovered that I had deleted the vast majority of my pictures from that computer several years earlier (I hadn’t even turned the eMac on since 2013). I did find a few salvageable Europe 2008 pics on it, though, so that means it wasn’t a complete dead end. I transferred a handful of them to my red external hard drive via my blue 16GB USB key, and started posting them in a new album on Flickr on January 31st. I also decided I’d go back to the storage unit, because I knew I had also saved those pictures onto CDs (it was the late 2000s, remember). On February 5th, I got them, and started transferring them from the CDs to a USB key via my MacBookPro (which also still works), then plugged the USB key into my iMac, to transfer straight to my red external hard drive. I found lots of pics that I had no memory of taking, so it was neat to see those because it was like they were from a completely different trip. And to my delight, lots of the pics on the CDs were good enough to post online! I posted 26 to Flickr before I got back on track with posting my Europe 2020 pictures.
Ally got another ultrasound on January 31st, and she found out the baby’s permanent gender identity. We had talked about not finding out until the baby was born, but I guess curiosity got the better of her. The next day, I cracked, and Ally told me it looks like we’d be having a girl!
I’m going to take a few paragraphs to talk about external events now, because the winter of 2022 was pretty bad in that regard, if you recall. From late January into February, libertarian terrorists from the Flu Trux Klan and funded largely by American supporters held Ottawa hostage, in one of the biggest national embarrassments of my lifetime, protesting mandates that were largely Provincial (not Federal) in nature, and meant to save their lives. Remember, lives > jobs. Thankfully, peace, order, and good government prevailed over the American-style mentality of “give me liberty and give them death.”
Then within days of the Freedumb Convoy protestors being cleared out, Vladputeen decided to invade Ukraine, wreaking havoc on the global food supply and on my investments, which dropped in value by almost 20% this year. As of today, it still hasn’t escalated to nuclear war, which is remarkable, but I guess time will tell how that plays out.
And of course, the Omicron variant continued to rage across the planet, as governments (in Canada at least) gave up on mandates for fear of another armed trucker protest. Thankfully Omicron disease was less lethal than 2021’s Delta variant, but maybe that’s also because so many people have been vaccinated now.
Speaking of COVID-19, as I type this, it’s been nearly three years since this whole fiasco began. Remember how at the very end of December 2019, or in the early days of January 2020, you first heard the word “coronavirus”? Yeah. I still haven’t gone to a movie in a theater since December of 2019, or eaten indoors in a restaurant since March of 2020, or taken the TTC since June of 2020. But I did eat at my first family meal since 2019 on Thanksgiving this year, so that was an important step for me. That’s how long it took for me to feel moderately safe taking my mask off around other people who weren’t my wife and child. Remember folks, the virus doesn’t care if you’re family; the virus just sees another human and thinks “Mmm, fresh meat!”
Anyway, back to the personal stuff!
Throughout the winter, I lifted weights at home as an alternative to walking on the icy sidewalks.
In early March, Terrance had a fall and we took him to the vet. He was okay.
On March 23rd, we were awoken to the sound of two douchebags breaking into our shed and trying to steal stuff during a pissing rainstorm. Ally yelled at them through the window while I went outside to the front and saw them casually walk away empty-handed.
On March 26th, I went planespotting for the first time in an hwhile. On March 28th, I found out that my prediabetes had improved significantly, which I was very happy about. My fasting blood glucose went from 6.6 in September 2021 down to 6.1 in March 2022.
… Only to be overshadowed by finding out a few days later that I might have high blood pressure. That worried me throughout April as I kept getting worse results at the pharmacy machines. I got a few readings at my doctor’s office (as high as 161/97), and she referred me to a cardiologist to do some testing first.
On April 17th, I started shooting another roll of APS film for the first time since September 2021. It turned out awful. Every picture was blue, or as someone else put it, only the cyan showed up. In spite of this discouraging result, you could tell that the lens was doing its job perfectly well, and so I tried again. I almost became obsessed with APS film in the spring and I even had a dream about it. In fact, 2022 would be the year of film for me. Even though I got back into film photography in 2020, it really took off in 2022. I shot 20 rolls in 2022, and am on roll # 21 right now. That’s far more than I shot in any previous year, and it’s almost as many rolls as I shot during my entire childhood and youth. I also joined a Facebook group for APS film.
Sometime around April 20th, I planted a seed from Terrance’s seed mix, and within a few days it had sprouted and started growing quickly. Wanting to keep it safe from tree rats, I put it outside in a big planter and covered it with chicken wire. Over the summer it turned into a long pumpkin vine with nice yellow flowers, but the neighborhood vermin kept biting them off (the flowers on the vine that extended beyond the chicken wire).
On May 4th, Ally and I started a 5-week online parenting class hosted by a nurse from St. Joseph’s Hospital. I think I remember the nurse’s mannerisms and way of speaking more than I remember the content of the class, but we met some other first-time-parents-to-be on that class, and swapped Instagram usernames (yes, usernames) with each other.
On Monday May 9th, I went to the cardiology clinic to do an echocardiogram and an EKG, and then got my blood pressure checked and it was 111/71! So that was baffling, but good news. Then they hooked up a Holter monitor and I went home to wear it for three days, during which time I couldn’t get a shower. The Holter monitor was pretty painless, but by Tuesday day my chest started itching, as the tech had to shave parts of it in order to stick the electrodes on. I ripped it all off on Thursday morning at the designated time, and had a nice shower that evening right after work-from-home.
In mid-May, I first heard the term “Monkeypox”, and how it had been found in Canada, and how we had been told not to panic. Ugh, not again!
Thankfully, monkeypox didn’t seem to take off (in the media at least) to anywhere close to the same degree that COVID-19 did. Obviously a lot of people have gotten it, but I don’t personally know any of them, unlike COVID.
On May 22nd, I shot my first-ever roll of 35mm film. Yes, ten years shooting film as a kid/teenager and two years shooting it as an adult, and not once had I used the most-popular format. Until now. I carefully popped and wound a roll of Fujifilm into my grandfather’s old Kodak Retinette camera (which I later found out was probably made in 1957), and tried out this ancient technology. It turned out better than I expected, so that was encouraging. I joined a Facebook group dedicated to Kodak Retina and Retinette cameras.
Throughout the spring, Ally would regularly put my hand on her belly and I would feel the baby kicking or moving around. By May or June, I could feel more-distinct parts; perhaps a foot or a knee.
On May 28th (my 5th wedding anniversary; hard to believe it’s been 5 years already!), I went to Mom’s house for her 60th birthday party. Elliot ordered an ice cream truck and I got lots of pictures, so that was a good time.
Throughout May and June, I continued working, taking film pics, and going on bike rides as we awaited the arrival of our bébé. On June 15th, I bought a Canon EOS Elan IIe 35mm film SLR on eBay for $70. I liked the Retinette, but the lens isn’t connected to the viewfinder, so getting the right focus distance involves making your best guess. When it works out, it looks great, but it doesn’t always work out. So I got a film SLR that I could use my detachable lenses with.
On I believe June 12th, I met Rob Chew from Flickr; we walked around Roncesvalles and I took the Retinette for that outing.
Not wanting to take any chances getting stuck in traffic 30km from home when Ally’s water broke, I decided to take my parental leave at the start of her 39th week. On my first day of parental leave, we went to the Zoo for the first time since 2016. I saw Andrew and Jay, and got some good APS film pics, but we only got to see Indo, Africa and Savannah, as it would have been too much walking for Ally to visit my old slacking grounds of Eurasia.
On June 23rd, I started a public Instagram account for my film pics -- @36filmpics.
Ally’s due date came and went, but still no bébé. We went on walks, and she did exercises, and went to midwife appointments, but still no bébé. It was decided that she would be induced. On the morning of Saturday July 2nd, I took my last photo of Ally with her belly visible, a week past her due date, with my little old Kodak Advantix T500 APS film camera. We went to St. Joe’s that evening, and Ally had a Foley catheter installed (yes, Ally reviewed and approved this story before I posted it). We went home at 12:12am.
On Sunday July 3rd, we got up before 6:15am and got to the hospital at 8:06am; the longest day of Ally’s life (her words). And I documented everything! We were brought to the birthing room just before 9:00am. A doctor broke Ally’s water at 9:49am, and started her on oxytocin at 10:29am. Ally’s contractions were getting more frequent by 12:40pm, but by mid-afternoon she was in more pain. Around 4:30pm she said she felt like pushing, but the anesthesiologist wasn’t available to give an epidural until around 5:50pm. At 10:10pm, Ally was fully dilated, and a nurse said we’d talk about pushing in an hour or two, so we tried to sleep a bit. We woke up at 11:53pm.
Ally started pushing at midnight, and I have never seen her strain like that before. Her face was beet-red, her eyes were squeezed shut, and I felt so bad for her. After an hour being assisted by me, a nurse and the midwives, the doctor came back and determined that the baby’s head was still not engaged, so Ally would have to have a c-section. It was not what Ally wanted to hear, but she was brave. They wheeled her into the OR around 1:23am while the midwives took me to get suited up into scrubs. I waited in the hall for about 20 minutes with my camera (digital this time; I couldn’t take any chances with film in a moment like this), and then the midwife student brought me into the OR and around the table, and I sat on a metal stool near Ally’s head. She was awake, so I held her hand. Barely two minutes after I sat down, the midwife told me to get my camera ready. On cue, I stood up and took two pictures of our baby, only about ten seconds old, covered in blood, screaming, and very much alive.
Rae was born at 1:54am on Monday July 4th, 2022, nine days after her due date. At that moment, I became a father, and we love her more than she will ever know.
A pediatrician and respiratory therapist roughly massaged and patted Rae to get the lung fluids out on a table nearby (which happens with c-section babies), while Ally looked over and I took a few pictures. Then the midwife brought Rae over to rest on Ally’s chest and took a few pictures of us while the doctors repaired Ally’s body.
The midwives led me out of the OR after less than ten minutes while the doctors finished patching Ally up. I went to a recovery room and took off my shirt, and the midwives put Rae on my chest. She immediately started rooting toward my nipple, but I told her she wouldn’t get much there. A few minutes later, Ally was hwheeled in on a bed and held Rae to breastfeed her for the first time. Ally looked exhausted, but completely natural at being a mother.
So many things happened that day that it’s sort of a blur. Due to my work benefits, we got a private room, which we were grateful for. I finally got ready for bed around 4:10am. We hardly slept at all that first night, but it’s all worth it, for the little girl that we now have in our lives.
Rae had jaundice, so we had to stay in the hospital a bit longer than expected. After two and a half days full of feeding, crying, and napping, we were given the go-ahead to go home at 8:04am on Wednesday July 6th. But it was delayed when the nurse found out that Ally needed to see an obstetrician first. That didn’t happen, but she was given a prescription, so we packed up the rest of our things and left the hospital with Rae in the car seat around noon.
I spent the next month and a half with Ally, getting to know our baby together and figuring out how to be parents. I took 8 weeks off work for parental leave (the maximum that EI would pay for), so we went on a lot of walks and spent a lot of time outside this summer. We went to the Centennial Park Conservatory; the Beltline Trail; Sam Smith Park; the Humber River Recreational Trail; and I took Rae on a walk around Leslieville and Little India (our old stomping grounds) one afternoon while Ally went to the dentist.
On July 20th, Ally and I got our 4th COVID-19 vaccines. This time, I felt like crap the next day, but I was back to normal the following day.
On August 2nd, we took Rae on her first roadtrip/overnight trip, to Spring Lake Resort just outside Algonquin [Provincial] Park. Ally and I had gone there in 2018 and thought it’d be a safe place as far as COVID was concerned, as there were no shared indoor hallways (it’s a multi-storey motel). We went into Algonquin and Arrowhead Provincial Parks and I got some nice film pics, and we took Rae on her first ride in a canoe. I also found out on that trip that Good Shepherd was looking for a GACW again, as Akua had left. I guess I was right in my assumption back in 2020 that they wouldn’t find funding to hire me back as a GACW, but they must have had enough funding to keep Akua going. I declined to apply, because the external circumstances that made the GACW job a good job in the past were largely gone. I didn’t live nearby anymore; the pandemic still exists, and so on. During that trip, I found out that my Canon EOS IX Lite APS SLR camera had stopped working, so that pissed me off. I bought a new one in October, and by “new” I mean “new used”, since those cameras haven’t been made since 2001.
On August 13th, I went up to Vicki’s cottage for Dad’s 60th birthday party, and the following weekend I went to Wasaga Beach for a Shaka Wasaga tiki bar cruise, also for Dad’s birthday.
On August 15th, I went back to work. I found out that while I was away, 7 coworkers had ceased to work at the organization, and another full-timer took a job somewhere else and went down to relief. But I thankfully didn’t come back to a shitshow in terms of workload. Nobody was calling angrily or asking WTF was going on with their referral, although there was a backlog of referrals. Most of the actual waitlist was made up of guys who I’d interviewed prior to my parental leave; only about 8 guys had been interviewed while I was away. But I guess that shows how irreplaceable I was, right? Right!
At some point in the summer, I gave my old Canon EOS Rebel XSi camera to Heather, as Matt wanted it.
On August 27th, I went to ServiceOntario and downgraded my F licence to a G licence rather than do the written test again. After almost ten years, it wasn’t needed anymore – my employer got rid of the bus while I was on parental leave. I decided that I won’t be taking any more jobs in the future that require driving, as it’s too much of a liability.
On September 4th, I was out for a walk with Rae by myself, and sat down on a bench to feed her a bottle of formula. A woman of about 50 and presumably her teenage daughter stopped, looked at me, and said “God bless you, sir!” I went home and told Ally about how that’s all I had to do, as a man, to receive praise from a random stranger about my parenting skills. As much as I complain about some aspects of parenting, I do realize that Ally does the vast majority of the work. But I spend 40 hours a week at my job (plus about 8 hours a week commuting), so that’s the trade-off, as neither of us can do it all.
Ally got me what will probably be our last cake from Hype Food Co. for my birthday (as the company is moving to Quebec). I took my 37th birthday off work and we went on our second overnight roadtrip with Rae; this time to go to a few places around Lake Erie. We went to Turkey Point Provincial Park and walked a trail and sat on the beach. Being mid-September, there were hardly any other people there, but the flies were biting and there were wasps aplenty…perhaps that’s part of the reason why. The next day, we went to the Long Point Bird Observatory and Long Point Provincial Park. I got frustrated with Rae, and sat on the beach with Ally after going for a walk by myself, talking about the challenges of parenting that I wasn’t ready for. In my life in general, I take steps to prevent problems from happening, every day, with pretty much every decision, but with Rae, it felt like I wasn’t able to do that. I felt ineffective.
On September 20th, as I was stuck in another traffic jam on the way to work, I sat in a mostly-silent rage about my reputation being affected by other people’s fuck-ups (i.e., me being late for work because of other people’s car accidents). As I sat in my car eating lunch later that day, I e-mailed a therapy organization and said I need help dealing with stress. They got back to me that afternoon and that evening I spoke to a therapist. I spoke to another the next day, and decided to start working with her. The idea is to learn how to better prevent and deal with stress so I can be a good role model for Rae.
On September 22nd, I took the GO train to work for the first time ever, after being repeatedly made late for work due to the aforementioned traffic jams. I ended up taking the train to/from work 6 or 7 times in the fall, and it was a good idea. I got way more exercise on those days; I could read my book; I didn’t have to worry about liability (the main thing motivating me to take transit); and I didn’t catch COVID, either (which was the main thing keeping me from taking transit). However, at $16/day, I can’t justify taking the GO train every day. It only costs $4/day in gas, and driving saves me about an hour each day. So unfortunately, transit will remain an occasional thing, done for health benefits rather than saving time or money.
Around the same date, I found out we had our first client COVID cases and COVID outbreak at work – remarkably, it didn’t happen until two and a half years into the pandemic. They isolated the clients and it didn’t spread out of control, so that was fortunate. As much as I’m often on edge about people not taking the still-existing pandemic seriously enough anymore, my workplace has been very effective (and/or lucky) in keeping it under control thus far.
On November 6th, Ally and I got our flu shots. On November 15th, I got an ambulatory blood pressure monitor, to wear for 24 hours and figure out what’s really going on with my blood pressure. Turns out my daytime readings were okay, but my nighttime readings were a little high, so the cardiologist told me to eat less salt. He also said he’d arrange a sleep study to look into sleep apnea. If it’s not one thing, it’s something else!
Work really slowed down in the second half of November, as we knew we weren’t admitting any more men to treatment for a few months due to the staffing shortage. It was nice to catch my breath and allow my heart rate to slow down – and that’s no joke; my Fitbit graph shows a clear and persistent decrease since that time, compared to the previous two months where it was go-go-go all the time. On December 14th, I passed the ten-year mark with that organization. I didn’t get a card this time, though.
In late November, in another act of nostalgia, I moved aside the storage locker door and resurrected my very first camera; a Kodak Star 110, given to me by Granny and Grandad for Christmas of probably 1994. Why? More like “Why not?” I hadn’t used that camera in about 23 years. I shot a roll between November 28th and December 17th, and am waiting for it to come back from West Camera. ‘pparently 110 film is even more troublesome than APS film to develop, so I was told to expect a two-week wait for scans.
The only problem with all this film photography in 2022 is that it’s very expensive, especially considering I have a perfectly-good DSLR that takes better-quality photos on a huge memory card that I only had to buy once. Each roll of film costs between $9-$17 to buy, and about $13 to develop. So it hasn’t been a cheap year in terms of photography, but I have to say, shooting film has been a challenge I’ve enjoyed.
On December 18th, we put Rae in the crib to sleep at night for the first time, finishing her time sleeping in the bassinette in the bedroom with us for her first five-and-a-half months. It’s been more difficult for Ally and I because now we have to walk to another room to tend to Rae when she wakes up, but she had reached a milestone as far as the bassinette manufacturer’s instructions were concerned, so…safety first! Ally and I were sad about that change. Ally had said around November that she doesn’t want the bébé to grow up, and I felt the same way. It seems like yesterday that Rae’s head easily fit in the palm of my hand, and now she’s almost 18 pounds. She sits up in her high chair and eats pulverized vegetable slop a few times a day now. Pretty soon she’ll be walking, having temper tantrums in the grocery store, asking to borrow my car, and paying from her six-figure income for me to move into a reputable retirement home. Dad told me this summer that kids grow up in the blink of an eye, and these first almost-six-months have flown by indeed. On December 28th, we packed up the bassinette and brought it back to Gill, from whom we borrowed it.
I’ve learned lots of things about babies this year, having had no experience with babies since my sister was born in 1992, when I was a kid myself. For example:
•Babies will be laughing one second; freaking out the next (this was our motto for Rae for the first few months. Call me a jerk, but we needed humor).
•Babies will fuss and whine while you’re satiating their basic need for food or milk. They don’t understand cause-and-effect yet.
•Babies will wake up before the sun and not go back to sleep, which is okay during the workweek when I also get up before the sun, but they do it on weekends, too.
•Sometimes a car ride will make them fall asleep, and sometimes a car ride will make them scream bloody murder.
•Sometimes nothing works to calm an upset baby, whereas other times it’s easy to placate them simply by lifting them up in the air like Rafiki in the Lion King, except facing you, the baby-holder.
But for now, I’m 37, and she’s still a baby. So I’ll enjoy this time with her, before she starts telling me to fuck off and that I don’t understand, or before she starts using words out of context like “mid”, “vibe”, or “mood”. Of course, by the time she’s a teenager, those improperly-used words, like their Gen-Z proponents, will be cheugy.
Anyway, here we are at the beginning of 2023. Although the pandemic is not over, I have a wife and a baby and a job and a roof over my head. I’ve already set up an RESP for Rae (because science knows how much a postsecondary education will cost by the time she’s 18 – either it’ll be free, or it’ll be a million dollars). And although my health has started showing some cracks in the last few years that shouldn’t have become visible in my 30s and considering my body weight, at least they were identified early enough to make changes and incorporate them into my lifestyle before it’s too late. Let’s finish off this year’s summary with a few lists, shall we?
Books read in 2022 (in order):
1.Homo Deus: A Brief History of Tomorrow by Yuval Noah Harari (finished in 2022)
2.With the Old Breed by Eugene Sledge (if you’ve watched The Pacific, Eugene Sledge is the solider portrayed by Joseph Mazzello, a.k.a. Tim from Jurassic Park).
3.Talking to Canadians by Rick Mercer
4.You’re Going to be a Dad! By Daddilife Books
5.Canada’s Baby Care Book by Drs. Friedman & Saunders/The Hospital for Sick Children (perhaps if I had finished this book, I would better know how to take care of Rae).
6.The Underground Railroad: Authentic Narratives and First-Hand Accounts by William Still.
7.Confess by Rob Halford (the book I enjoyed most in 2022)
8.21 Things You May Not Know About the Indian Act by Bob Joseph
9.How to Prevent the Next Pandemic by Bill Gates
10.An Embarrassment of Critch’s by Mark Critch
11.Son of Hitler by Del Col/Moore/McComsey/McClelland
12.The Bullet: Stories from the Newfoundland Railway by Robert Hunt (started)
Indeed, 2022 was just as much a Newfoundland renaissance year for me as any previous year, even though it’s now been five years since I’ve been back, and seven years since I’ve been back to St. John’s. But with three Newfoundland[er] books; a Newfoundland-based TV show; four Simani songs and four Great Big Sea songs purchased, I think that counts.
TV shows watched in 2022:
•Son of a Critch
•Lincoln’s Dilemma
•The Boba Fett Show
•The Obi-Wan Kenobi Show (probably my favorite show of 2022)
•The G Word with Adam Conover (some of it, anyway)
•The Kids In The Hall Revival Show
•Our Great National Parks (narrated by my man-crush, Barack Obama)
•The first few seasons of Seinfeld again
•The Crown Season 5
•The Harry & Meghan Ruin Everything Show
A sample of songs I got into in 2022:
•“Bad Boy (Razor Ramon)” and “Snake Bit (Jake ‘The Snake’ Roberts)” by Jim Johnston
•“Turbo Lover” and “You’ve Got Another Thing Coming” by Judas Priest
•“Catfish’s Maw” and “Face Shrine” from The Legend of Zelda: Link’s Awakening
•“The Rock Show” and “Try, Try, Try” by Rockabye Baby!
•“Santa’s a Bayman Like Us” by Shanneyganock
•“Step Into Christmas” by Elton John
•“If Not For You” by George Harrison
•“Head First” by Home
•“Mining Melancholy” from Donkey Kong Country 2: Diddy’s Kong Quest
I went through a bit of a Queen revival in the summer. I bought Ozzy’s new album (Patient Number 9) and the Chili Peppers new album (Unlimited Love), but I wasn’t impressed with either. The songwriting just wasn’t there in Ozzy’s album. The songwriting on the Chili Peppers album was okay, and it was nice to hear John Frusciante back with them, but there weren’t any songs on it that I loved.
I hardly recorded any music in 2022, especially compared to 2021. I didn’t record any original songs; just a drum solo, some birds out the window; a few attempts to get Terrance and Rae to vocalize; a part of a cover song that Ally and I were working on, and an interview with Nanny in which I forgot to record the first half (whoops!).
I was a bit less active on Flickr this year (184 photos/videos posted) vs. last year (211 posted), but that’s still quite a lot. The reason I couldn’t post as often in 2022 is because Rae and Ally were sleeping in the bedroom (which is also my computer room) in the mornings while I was getting ready for work, and I tended not to use the computer after work, so I was really only posting pics on weekends from mid-August to mid-December.
Favorite things in 2022 not otherwise specified:
•Store: West Camera
•Snack food: Yogurt mixed with low-sugar ice cream, frozen berries, cinnamon and peanuts.
•Health: Finding out my fasting blood glucose had improved since last year.
•People: Seeing my baby daughter smile at me.
•Work: The afternoon commute occasionally being faster than usual for no apparent reason.
•Quotes:
----“Yeah, that’s right”/”It’s gonna be rough” – David Puddy;
----“Here I am” – Steve Bridges as George W. Bush;
----“I’m terribly sorry I’m dressed as a tree…shall we get unhappily married?” “I don’t want to marry you; I hate you; yes.” – Princess Diana and Prince Charles as portrayed by Kieran Hodgson;
----Saying “Take the piss” when I mean “Take a piss”.
•Politics: The local Big Development city councillor being ousted and replaced by a woman of color, who surprisingly got elected in Ford Nation.
•Travel: Actually being able to go on two multi-day trips with a newborn baby, even if they were frustrating at times and I haven’t left the province in almost three years.
And there you have it! Tune in again next year for my Story of 2023!
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Well, I've been busy as of late and haven't had any time to really get anything but the essentials done... I'm semi back for now :)
The peak of business came Monday... but we're a family of four instead of just three now.
This is pretty much SOOC. The anesthesiologist made some comment like "well that's probably a record for the number of pictures taken" or some such. I just didn't want to miss the moment.
Yeah, that's a c-section.
M, M and A (and I) are all fine :)
Thanks for all the comments so far folks! For clarification, its a boy, and his name is Martin (as a memorial to my Dad...)
I did this the last time I had surgery, held off on having any mellow meds added to my IV to "take the edge off" in order to be able to take this photo from this perspective. I was disappointed that Dr. Liu wasn't there yet for this shot but you can see my nurses and my anesthesiologist. This was seconds before they knocked me out. As I snapped this picture I could already feel something making me mellow and that's the last thing I remember until I woke up in recovery.
Hello, everyone! I hope you all are doing okay.
Here's my little prince doing what he does best: nap time hugging his beloved Lilica. He looks sad, but he really isn't, he was just sleepy.
First of all, I'd like to thank you for your kind words and positive vibes for Arthur. It means a lot to us.
Second, let me tell you what's happened during this week.
As I explained before, the left side of his face is paralysed and I still don't know what is causing it. I took him to the hospital for an ultrasound just for a check up (because last time he was sick he had liver, spleen and kidneys damages. This time we only the kidneys have alterations, but nothing too serious because of his, which is expected. Either way, we did a biochemical test to check liver levels. Everything is fine. Tomorrow we'll do a blood count and urinalysis.
On the same day I asked a professor of mine to run some neurological tests on him. She did and he'll have to go through a tomography on Wednesday so that we can find the source of the problem. We know that the facial nerve is totally affected. But he also have midriasis, which is affected by other cranial nerve, and a few other alterations that indicates other nerves. The problem is that we don't know if what is causing all this problem is the otitis (which I really hope it is) or another patology on his encephalon (which I'm praying everyday not to be the case, because the chances of having a treatment are very slim - especially where I live, because we don't have a very advanced technology - not to say at all -on brain surgery). I'm treating only the otitis and using eye drops to prevent dryness. It's all can do at the moment.
So tomorrow I'll be taking the results of all the tests to another professor who will be performing the ct scan and to the anesthesiologist that I want to do the procedure.
In general, he's fine. He's eating, drinking, doing his physiological needs all as he was before, normal. He plays with me (when he's awake), I take him to his four walks everyday... Great! These are a few less things to worry about.
I believe I'll have the results on the same day, and I'll tell you then what we find out.
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It's been really stressful these days, but I will answer each message as soon as possible.
Once again, thank you for the love. And, please, keep sending positive thoughts for him.
Have a blessed week, everyone.
Met this photographer from Denver shooting the old San Geronimo Church/Cemetery at Taos Pueblo, NM. This is a nineteenth century era glass plate camera. Uses an 8X10 piece of glass as a negative. Not a professional photographer, his day job is anesthesiologist.
This was yesterday, a couple of hours after having had cataract surgery. I could see nothing but white light at that time. Today is a little better, but still really blurry. Going to see the doctor in a little while to make sure everything looks okay.
Thank you for your prayers, Everyone! It's going to be a slow go, but I believe it will be perfect once the swelling goes down!
The day of surgery was awful. I woke after about 3 hours of sleep with a raging migraine! I threw up 3 X's before even leaving the house, and I'm amazed I could! Once I got there, the anesthesiologist gave me an IV migraine med that immediately got rid of the nausea and pain! It was almost miraculous! The surgery went smoothly after that, and the surgeon said everything was perfect. I'm so grateful!
Today I can see a little bit, but still blurry, so a friend is bringing me to the appointment. Hopefully it will be great news and by tomorrow the sight will return! Below is how the eye looks today.
Don't you just love the "yes" stamp that marks the correct eye?! Lol! They are cautious, anyway. Must have been asked 5 times what my name and DOB was. I'm glad for the checking! It would have been a mess had they made a mistake!
My little boy did a minor surgery and had to be put to sleep. This is how it was done.
The anesthesiologist is looking for sign that he is asleep.
Before my first surgery in April, the anesthesiologist said it might be a good idea to clip the beard down, if I didn't mind. So since I was going to have another surgical experience the next day, Kate suggested a visit to SportClips for another mowing.
And if you're wondering why I just didn't shave it all off, well, it's in the marriage vows. Kate made it very clear that I was never to remove the beard. But apparently setting the clipper to "1" was OK.
We've been together for 42 years and she's never seen me clean-shaven. Not gonna start now.
And, this is known as my resting bitch face.
Elgin, Illinois
September 12, 2024
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Deaconess Hospital Augsburg
diako - the city clinic
Trusteeship Protestant House of Deaconess Augsburg
Location Augsburg
State of Bavaria
State Germany
Coordinates ♁ 48 ° 22 '5.7 "N, 10 ° 53' 17" O coordinates: 48 ° 22 '5.7 "N, 10 ° 53' 17" O | |
Managing Director Rainer Lojewski
135 beds
Employees 250 of which 42 doctors (general practitioners who also look after patients in a hospital)
Founded in 1855,
Website www.diako-augsburg.de
The Deaconess Hospital in Augsburg is a brick building in neo-Gothic style, built 1891-1893 by Jean Keller and is a listed building. The general practitioner's hospital of II. level of care ("standard care") today annually is looking after about 7,500 inpatients and 2,500 outpatients. It is located in the center of Augsburg, close to the main train station.
History
View of the hospital chapel
Postcard of House of deaconess from 1902
The 1854 in Augsburg established St. John's branch already at its foundation the care of the sick by deaconesses saw as an important goal. The actual work began, however, only a year later on 15 October 1855, when a from Strasbourg called in sister in a rented apartment in the Old Town, the so-called Martha home, with the treatment of outpatients began. This date is now considered the foundation of the Deaconess Hospital in Augsburg.
In the following years, the staff has been steadily strengthened and in part also handed over to other institutions: so 1869 worked already eight deaconesses in a separate Protestant department of the main hospital at the Lower Ditch.
With the financial resources the deaconess had received from the legacy of Countess Stephanie Guiot du Ponteil, in 1886 at Fröhlich road was purchased land and there from 1891 on by the famous architect Jean Keller the still today existing hospital building as a brick building in neo-Gothic style built. This building is now a protected monument.
The hospital at its opening in 1893 had 30 beds and was already then run in the general practitioner's system. 1900, the Deaconess treated approximately 400 patients annually. In subsequent years, the hospital was expanded by additions such as 1899 the "Children's home" or 1901 the "Pauline care". Due to the steady expansion, the hospital in 1930 yet had a bed capacity for 150 patients.
During World War II, the hospital was used as a reserve military hospital and suffered in the so-called "Augsburger night of bombing" of 25 to 26 February 1944 severe damage. After the war, the hospital in the course of reconstruction was expanded and thus by that date possessed 220 beds. 1960 a meeting and nurse's home was associated and in 1976 a new operating suite inaugurated.
After the millennium, the Deaconess Hospital was heavily restructured and expanded through the construction of a doctors building next door. In the course of a medical reorientation - the emphasis is now placed on surgery, diabetology, gynecology, cardiology and urology - the clinic also introduced the used today name "diako - the city clinic".
Since April 2010, a directly adjacent to the hospital new building is constructed. The therein, among other things, situated four new operating theaters a month later went into operation. Over fifty resident doctors and anesthesiologists perform medical treatments. In the investment measure overall covering 60 million euros further a technical center meeting modern requirements was built. A combined heat and power unit with two micro gas turbines and an optional connection to the district heating supply ensures the operational safety of the hospital. After the groundbreaking ceremony for the new building in September 2008, archaeological excavations were carried out on the premises that led to finds from the Roman period. Above the for 14 million euro built operating suite on two floors single and double rooms for patients have arosen.
Sponsorship
The Deaconess Hospital is supported by the Augsburg Diakonissenanstalt, which in addition still operates nursing schools, a specialized academy for social education, a medical center and a nursing home in Augsburg.