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In the attitude of silence the soul finds the path in a clearer light, and what is elusive and deceptive resolves itself into crystal clearness. Our life is a long and arduous quest after Truth. -- Mahatma Gandhi (1869 - 1948)
Switzerland - Near Bulle
Camera Nikon D3
Lens Nikkor 14-24
Aperture f/20.0
Focal Length 16 mm
ISO Speed 250
9 Exposures HDR
I'm behind with my "It's the little things" posts again but hope to catch up by the end of the week.
What you see in this photo is a survival kit. No it's not mine, it belongs to Fynn and Fynn is my cat.You can tell by this photo that Fynn isn't a normal cat. He is a former rescue cat and came to me about four years ago. Although he was only about a year old when I adopted him, he has been struggling with health issues more or less constantly. His main problem is a chronic cat flu but lately he has also had a series of digestive issues. In the last few days I had to fight for his life again as he couldn't keep his food down. For the moment things seem to calm down with the help of his survival kit. The photo shows his mucolytics, antiemetics, antibiotics, stomatchics, a saline solution for cleaning his nose, a nasal ointment, homeopathic tablets and his special low allergenic diet food (the infusion bag was too big and didn't fit into the photo). Of course I don't particularly enjoy giving my cat injections or forcing him to eat but Fynn and I are used to that and for me it's still better than doing nothing and feeling helpless. And of course it would be make me happier if he was just a healthy cat but as he isn't I will always do whatever I can to make him feel better and be happy if it works.
Valda is 104 years old and is the first in my new project of taking photos of elderly people and talking to them about their life. I have enjoyed the 100 strangers project and will continue on with it but I wanted to find a new challenge so this is the first of my 100 elderly members of the community. My plan is to upload 4 photos of each person. One colour, one black and white, one of their hands and one chosen by themselves or their family as their favourite image.
I took the photos in Valda's little sun room, she was sitting next to the window so I could use the available light. As it was very overcast and raining I used a sunfire reflector to boost the light.
Valda was born in 1910 in St Kilda, Melbourne. She is 104 years old and I had the wonderful privilege of taking her photo and sharing some of her time this afternoon at her home in Perth. Valda still lives independently in her own home, a carer comes in once a day to assist her with a few household tasks. Her sight is failing and she's not as mobile as she was a few years ago but otherwise she is in very good health. Valda loves listening to the radio and keeps herself informed of what's going on in the world. We chatted about the troubles in the middle east and the Ebola outbreak.
Valda told me that she was sure that in the not too distant future many more people will live to be 100. I asked what her happiest memory was and she said it was the day she got married and she said she had lived a very happy and contented life and given the chance wouldn't change a thing. She remembers being on one of the first commercial flights from Melbourne to Sydney in 1946 on the Ansett Australia airline.
We enjoyed a nice drink together, Valda had a nutrition drink as she had to give up alcohol a couple of years ago as it didn't agree with her medication. I had a glass of sherry with her niece Liz who calls in every couple of days to check on her Aunty Val and keep her up to date with the latest gossip.
Thank you Valda for allowing me to make a portrait of you. It was a pleasure to spend time with you and I'm looking forward to visiting with you again very soon. Thank you also to Liz for arranging for me to visit.
The importance of time of day in medication taking (text).
I cannot remember where I came upon this, except that it was a magazine, possibly Time magazine. An amazingly basic idea that seems to be pretty well overlooked in the actual delivery of health care.
[The importance of time of day_text_mag-ex-TC]
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Che ridere a vedere le immagini di questi giorni con New York sommersa dalla neve causa bufera abbattutasi sulla costa atlantica.
E pensare che a fine settembre, mentre qui già il pantalone corto era stato rimesso negli armadi, lì invece faceva ancora un discreto calduccio ed anzi, sul ponte di Brooklyn si schiattava assai.
Come a fine agosto da noi, con la felpina leggera da mettersi in prossimità del tramonto causa vento freschino che s'innalzava dall'Hudson.
E adesso cumuli di neve e temperature glaciali. Tutto bianco, tutto coperto di neve, 10.000 voli annullati, milioni di dollari di danni.
E le strade tutte bloccate. E Times Square piena di neve e sferzata dal vento, senza uomini e donne vestite da supereroi a far le foto coi turisti (e senza donne decisamente poco vestite a fare foto coi turisti). Due posti completamente diversi.
E chissà cosa succederebbe a Milano se arrivasse una nevicata simile, che già con due millimetri va tutto a farsi fottere...
With the imposing backdrop of Lancing College, The Children's Air Ambulance Agusta A109S G-HEMZ departing Shoreham after a 'hot' refuel.
A critique about self-medication, it was in my idea notebook long time ago but I took the photo today because my lack of ideas...
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Abused & Abandoned Street Dogs.
OK here's how this all went down --
Just after 9:AM Mr Blondies inoculations
were picked up at the dog clinic. Two
separate shot needles with proper
medications were packed in ice.
Also in the cooler was 4 frozen
packs of special food just
for Molly & Crew ;-)
Sometime after 10:30:AM I arrived at
The Dog Palace where I was greeted
by Mr Little Larry The Pipsqueak ;-)----
Unpacked the scooter and opened
The Bingo Room where the dog
food and meds are sorted out.
Now remember this is all done on the
low down, silence is very important !
Why ? So Mama & Rocky don't know
I'm here and crash the party keeping
Mr Blondie & Molly away. I'm here to
give Blondie his inoculations ...;-0---
Figured Molly & Blondie were sleeping
up on the roof so with the camera on
my shoulder, bagged food in hand
and ice bag with inoculations in
my right hand away we go.
Mr Pipsqueak raced ahead stopping at
the top of the stairs looking back at me.
Raised the camera to my eye and took
this photo. Which is the only photo taken.
Laid out a good portion of food so Mr Larry
could have some private time to eat his food.
Wandered all around the roof looking for the
other two dogs, they were no where 2 be found.
No way could I start whistling and calling
or Mama & Rocky would be here quickly.
Thought about this for awhile and figured
Molly & Blondie wouldn't be on The Hooligans
Turf or on Mama & Crews Turf but they aren't here.
In my mind the temple area was broken down into a grid.
The most likely place they could be is over by
The Kind Monks place. Remember the island
surrounded by green swamp and monkeys.
Well sure enough that's where I found them.
Put some food down, threw a looped leash
around Blondie and gave him his inoculations
while he was busy eating. Molly was also eating.
Tomorrow I too will spend the day in the peoples
clinic. If all goes as planned Saturday I'll return to
the temple to care for all the animals as usual ;-)-
Something to bring in The New Year.
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=Somewhere Over the Atlantic Ocean=
Flannegan reaches into his pocket, offering Drury a paper bag of medication. "For the come down," he explains. Drury shakes his head in silence, and Flannegan empties the packet into his mouth.
"Shame. I liked her."
"You barely knew her..." Drury sighed.
"Know what I said..." Flannegan shrugs. "We need to get our story straight. Spontaneous combustion. That ought to do it."
Drury looks back in disgust, and returns to his phone.
"I'm not happy about it either! That limey, two-toned liver monkey escaped while I was mopping up people pieces. Your fault, by the way."
"Tell me something I don't know!" Drury yells.
...
"Your pal Chuck's at Ace Chemicals," Flannegan shrugs before going back to sleep and leaving Drury frustrated and very confused.
= ACE Chemicals=
It was all true. The bodies, the disappearances, it all led back here- ACE Chemicals. Of course it was ACE Chemicals... Always would be.
Smoke billowed from the enormous chimneys. Lights flickered on and off. He should have had it shut down years ago, he thought to himself.
The first sign came two weeks ago, a bird washed up on the coast, it's feathers bleached green, it's beak contorted into a sinister smile, and burnt.
We didn't connect it to the murders at first. I mean, we all thought it was *him,* it had all his signature flair... But deep down, I knew better... If Joker was up to something, he'd have announced it weeks ago on the evening news. No, this was different. All we needed to do was run a DNA test, identify it's species, and then that's when it all clicked into place. It was a crow...
He looks at the bodies on the ground- they're hard to miss. Strange, those are Crane's men...
"Don't worry about *them*... Wastes of time, the lot of them. Couldn't teach them anything, and their grades were atrocious," a voice whispers.
"Crane! I'm here!"
A yellow eye gleamed below him. Injured though he was, there was no mistaking Scarecrow's emotionless glare
Crane- Hello Batman. You know, I was rather hoping you'd show.
"Oh, you know Bats... shine a spotlight, and he'll glide right down," a raspy voice added.
Stepping out from the shadows, Crane stumbled into the light, smiling a toothy grin. The second voice spoke again, his red suit shining in the moonlight.
"Isn't that right, Bruce?"
Batman- Harvey... Where's Brown?
Dent laughs. "You're welcome to see him, if you like. It'd be my pleasure. But first, if you would-"
He points at the utility belt clasped around his waist. Bruce scowls, holding on tight.
"No matter," Crane smirks, as a yellow tentacle rips it from his grasp and throws it off the catwalk. "Please, we've been busy, and you- you'll be wondering what exactly we've cooked up, hmm? You'll know the laboratory quite well by now. This, is the fruits of our labour," he continues, taking a glass bottle from the laden shelves. "It has a long, drawn out, chemically accurate name, but we've taken to calling it Fearless.
"Brown, Crane."
"One moment, please. Just answer me this. What is the Batman without fear? Well?
He's but a man. And what does... *society* have to fear from an ordinary man? Two-Face?"
Two-Face- 'Pleasure. See, I reckon removing that fear factor you hide behind won't do you much good. They'll all see you for what you truly are, Bats- A kid playing dress up, a coward who hides his face! Because, the truth is, the truth you hide and deny, is that everyone- everyone, is just like me, ugly- inside and out. Thanks to Crane, the whole world'll know it. The criminals will have a vaccine against an "unstoppable" myth, but the ordinary citizens out there? They get something better. Their true nature exposed. Killers like us all!
Batman scoffs. "And you, Crane? How exactly are you going to maintain your shallow reputation? You're every bit the 'coward' I am.
"Don't condescend me Batman. Not here, not ever again. I need no longer *use* fear in my crimes, no, now I've mastered it."
Batman prepares a retort, but stops himself suddenly. "Me. You said "me" Harvey."
Two-Face laughs, running his hand through what's left of his hair. "Ha! You really don't get it, do you? The great detective, stumped for clues!"
"Get. What?" Batman demands, as Scarecrow's ring forms a gurney around him, strapping him down.
"Harvey's gone, Bats, couldn't you tell?"
=====Holding Cells=====
Once he's in, Gar immediately rips off his helmet and gasps for air. He'd entered through the waste duct, the same one The Red Hood had fallen through on one end, and emerged out the other. If he wasn't certain his suit was airtight, he would never have agreed to this.
It was almost funny. They'd counted on one thing: Scarecrow would never have thought anyone could be stupid or suicidal enough to break in this way. Chuck has to be near by, the pump room, now remodeled into Scarecrow's personal torture chamber, was the most secure place in the plant.
"Jesus." Gar stepped back, it was worse than he thought... Chuck *wasn't* the first. Far from it. He places his hand on the tape recorder and presses play, Scarecrow's drawl filling the room as he peers into each cell.
"Subject's name is Paul Dekker. Dekker is an... interesting specimen. He acts on impulse on a daily basis. He follows his hippie, free spirited mantra to the letter. The effects of Fearless are minimal, the man has no shame, and that's without the drug. If he will not desist with his displays of... affection with the other inmates, then, regrettably, termination may be required."
"Come and join the party Garfield! It's going to be a blast!" Dekker calls out, raising an imaginary glass to toast him.
"Subject's name is Mitchell Mayo. When I discovered Mayo, he was dying from kidney failure, an affect of the earthquake. We nursed back him to health, and he's been with us ever since. Mayo is one of our most successful subjects. Meek, and timid, the process has allowed him to emerge from his shell, louder and more confident than before. Could there be a place for something as laughable as the Condiment King in our new world order? With mustard gas, and hot sauce that burns like acid... there just might be."
Mayo rolls around in his cell, dirt covering his face and hands. "What's wrong, Firefly? Isn't this the part where you start laughing? Your kind, always quick to giggle!"
"Subject's name is Doctor Kirk Langstom. As a fellow scientist, I've always been a fan of Dr Langstom's work, it's all rather impressive. There's been many a time at Arkham where notes have been exchanged over the disgusting bowls of porridge served in the Asylum's canteen. Of course, the jewel of his research is his Man-Bat formula... Over the years, Langstom's been able to wrestle control over the beast's animal instincts, but once Fearless was employed, that control has melted away to nothing. Four men are dead, devoured. Not unlike the effects seen in Subjects A2 and D4 (See subfiles Doctor Grace Balin and Waylon Jones)"
The Man-Bat doesn't speak, it thrashes against the glass, roaring with animalistic ferocity. Gar nods, only a little bit terrified, and continues through the cell block.
"Subject's name is Charles Brown. A late bloomer. Dent tells me Charles is quite the fighter. Fearless tells a different story. He is full of limitless potential, but he is held back by his insecurities, and his grief. Edward Nygma murdered his child, an action which spiralled Brown into depression and finally... Kite-Man. "Hell Yeah," I believe his devotees say. He's a born leader. But he wants none of it. He just wants to do his son proud, and is *more* than happy to get himself killed along the way. He's a good man, in a world where the only people who act, are not."
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"You know, I used to think you a totem of fear, it's master, but I've seen your true face now, and I'm... disappointed. You're just a puppet like the rest, aren't you, Wayne? A slave to fear, nothing."
Batman awakens to a cawing in his ear... Beside him, thousands of starved birds scream in cages.
"The chemical had an... Interesting effect on Mr Dent. It takes away limits, the mental barriers... Morality. And, Harvey Dent without morals? Well, that's just Two-Face," Scarecrow smiles, hobbling on his cane.
"And the first thing I did was melt that damn coin down and shape it into this. A silver bullet with your name on it. Let's see if *that* kills you," Two-Face continues, pulling his jacket aside to reveal his holstered pistol.
"Ironically, a little theatrical for my liking, hah. Not to mention... inaccurate. Silver bullets kill werewolves, not vampires. No. The *first* thing he did, was share your little secret, Wayne.
As you'll soon discover, this isn't just a toxin! It's a virus, carried by crows, rats, pigeons. And, like the vermin who carried the bubonic plague so many years ago, my toxin will infect millions."
Moonlight bounces off of Two-Face's blood soaked, patchworked face. "Tonight, Crane's pets will fly over those walls, infecting everyone they come into contact with- man, woman, child, and their moral inhibitions, will melt away."
Scarecrow- It's all rather amusing, to think that this is what happens when you remove fear from the equation- that fear of consequence, gone.
Two-Face- And what's left? People will do whatever they want, whenever they want, to whoever they want- theft, rape, murder, it'll all come pouring out. Everyone has those same dark thoughts you know, but now... now they're going to act on them. It'll be chaos. And then, *and* then, what'll separate them from us? Who'll be the *real* criminals?
"-I can cure them, of course, but, for a small fee. After all, what is research without a little... government funding."
Batman wrestles with his restraints. "I'll stop you."
Two-Face- But... you're in here. Heh. You can't stop those birds, no, no, no, not all of them. They'll spread across the city, and nothing will separate the innocent from the predatory.
Batman- You *know* how this ends.
"I know how it's *supposed* to end!" Scarecrow snaps back. "I've not just read the script, I've lived it, time and time again, always the same- I alter my toxins, Batman shuts me down, and I am transferred to the Asylum in a fresh body cast. Well no more! Time we broke that cycle. No more padded cells.
...
See, fear is everything, Batman. Fear is the power behind a gun. Fear is the mistress of extortion and blackmail. Fear is what drives us all, every doubt, every worry, that is *fear.* Without that, without fear, we have nothing. And that is exactly what those people will have when this night is through. Nothing."
"Hope, Crane. They'd have hope."
"You've been exchanging notes with the boyscout... Well, answer me this, Dark Knight! Tell me, do you think the bug has rescued Charles, yet?"
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"Gar..." Chuck mutters, as Lynns takes out his flamethrower and smashes through the cell door. "You shouldn't have-"
"I'm going to fix this, Brown, alright? Don't speak."
"Yeah," Chuck smirks, "Yeah... Look out!"
A green hand pulls Gar back, it's grip melting away his armour- hotter than anything he's ever seen before; his skin, exposed to his attacker, starts to boil and sizzle, the mark of Doctor Phosphorus. It's skull-like features contort into a furious scowl.
"You're going to burn for this."
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"Lynns, Bats? The serial arsonist? The mass murderer! You really love your scarred-faced fuck-ups! Heading into battle with the Firefly, when you, you cut Harvey out of the loop for far less! Drop a little Fearless in his coffee and he might just burn Gotham to ash. Not before planting one on Walker, of course."
Crane chuckles to himself. "I don't care who you are. You're just a man, after all. But indulge me, tell me, what would you do if you found the man who killed them? The coward who ended the lives of Thomas and Martha Wayne. Would you be scared? Angry? Or would you sacrifice your moral compass just that once, and end him, just like he killed them all those years ago?"
Batman takes one look at Crane, and spits up blood, defiantly.
"Your silence speaks volumes, Dark Knight. Thank you."
"I had 5 of this, they got sick and because we don't have any medication, they died"
A child and his little lamb from besieged South of Damascus. He had five more lambs but they passed away because of lack of medications in the besieged town. Where Assad's Forces are preventing food, medications or power supplies to enter the town.
South of Damascus on 29\1\2016
My experience with medication changes and new medications this year--some good, some not so good. Welcome to midlife.
Not mine, my mother's.
She has been suffering for the last several years from complications due to severe arthritis and osteoporosis which is currently eating away at her spine and causing frequent fractures. She came home on Thursday after two months in the hospital.
In the last twelve months she has spent five of them in hospitals or rehabilitation facilities.
When she came home we dumped out her old pills and started fresh with new prescriptions, and I liked the shapes and colours of these together. She does have a couple of funky coloured and shaped new ones.
These don't include her pain medication; I'd need a bigger glass for those.! The larger "horse pills" are calcium and a multivitamin.
p.s. I quite like this large on white.
The morning dose of my medication following my Kidney Transplant. The most important being 3.5mg of Tacrolimus, twice daily to stop my body rejecting my new kidney.
I'm now in my 7th week post transplant, and everything seems to be working and no major problems.
The purpose of World Kidney Day is to raise awareness about the importance of our kidneys – an amazing organ that plays a crucial role in keeping us alive and well – and to spread the message that kidney disease is common, harmful and treatable.
The main job of our kidneys (which are roughly the size of two fists and are located deep in our abdomen, beneath our rib cage) is to remove toxins and excess water from our blood. Every day our kidneys filter and clean 200 liters of blood – a quantity that would fill about 200 bottles or 20 buckets! Besides this impressive, daily feat, kidneys also help to control our blood pressure, to produce red blood cells and to keep our bones healthy.
The theme of World Kidney Day 2009 is “Keep the Pressure Down” highlighting the importance of high blood pressure as one of the key symptoms and causes of chronic kidney disease.
My interpretation after being on some hardcore medication related to two herniated discs and a three level spinal fusion.
Original is below
Today marks an important personal and private milestone for me and (hopefully) the end of a chapter.
Today I took my last Tamoxifen tablet - one small surgery, 6 weeks of radiation therapy and 5 years of daily estrogen-blocking medication after discovering the small lump I'd mentioned to my doctor was indeed early stage, invasive breast cancer.
It's been an oddly surreal experience - like stepping into someone else's life for a while - where terminology, diagnoses and treatment plans were explained and referenced my name in what sounded much like the "wah, wah, wah" voices of adults in Peanuts cartoons.
While I wouldn't wish it on anyone, I can honestly say this experience has certainly taught me just how much I have to be extremely grateful for, every single day. Even if I could turn back the clock, I'm not sure I'd change a thing because this has brought me to a place within myself that I might not have reached otherwise. A deeper, spiritual connection to myself, what's around me, and with the family and friends I treasure and hold close and dearest to me.
I am eternally grateful that a) it was an early and treatable diagnosis, b) I live in a country where the best and most advanced medical care is available to me without question (thank you BC Cancer Agency) and without an impossibly hefty price tag that robs me of everything.
I am here. I am grateful. I am well. And I am finished my 5-year course of Tamoxifen :-) Now that's a great weekend!
NOTE: I cannot stress enough just how important it is to self-check and KNOW YOUR BOOBS! The mammogram I had just 2 weeks prior to my diagnosis came back all clear. It was only by pointing out to the Dr that I could feel a lump and her having the foresight to send me for an ultra-sound 'as a precaution' rather than just going from a mammogram, that my cancer was even seen and then a subsequent biopsy confirmed it. If you notice any change in anything about your boobs....or moobs (yes, men can get breast cancer too).... even if the lump is right at the edge close to the armpit like mine was, please don't hesitate to talk to your Dr.