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I swear to get around to 2021 at some point, I said exactly that last year. This is again from last December, I saw these berries and then noticed the lines of spider silk, it resembled to me a sort of Neural-Pathway or Neural-Network, neurons of some description anyway. It is something to marvel when you look at galaxies and then see neurons in the brain, or the construct of the eye, one can easily see the limitation of the imagination that is the construct behind the simulation we all live in, when these designs start to combine in their individual design.
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So I probably am insane, I don't care, I applied an awakening to this moment, for me personally I never see a road, I see demonstrational neurological existential consciousness, ready to send out the little messengers of thoughts of which we are all in the driving seat, master this and you master the Universe. Imagine if you would, realising that thinking decides reality and a new universe can be created from thus an infinitesimal moment's conjuring, it can be mind blowing and frightening to yield that level of conscience, be mindful of your thoughts but what an incredible playground of exploration awaits if we could ever can comprehend the absolute freedom that awaits, so go ahead Angel, blow my mind, I am ready!
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I submitted dis piece in our local open call for new artist
if accepted you become an Allied Artist of the local community
it was selected and now I am an Allied Artist
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We've been losing Grandma for years. Stroke, after stroke. None large enough to stop her pain, all perfectly placed to pull her further and futher away from us and into her ailing body. Her brain has become a sharply divided territory. Her ability to communicate has been reduced to frustrated cries and nonsensical half-sentences. And though she rarely spoke Italian in her adult life, now she ocassionally comes out with near-perfect sentences in her mother's tongue. (Although I know there must be a neurological explanation for this phenomenon, I like to think that my great-grandmother, a woman she cherished & admired, is whispering comfort to her. Nothing the rest of us says seems to help much.)
She no longer reliably knows my name, but the sight of my face still brings a smile to hers. And when I tears started to roll down my cheeks, she sighed & said, "I know." A clarion moment in an otherwise tortured visit.
We lost her a long time ago, but we've never stopped loving her. I know we'll never get her back, so I just hope she finds peace soon.
(for Rose Civita, with love & hope. I long to hear your laughter.)
02-Dec-2008
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Yesterday, I was having Bronwyn do some yoga poses. This is very difficult for her because her muscles don't get the right messages at the right time. She is always wiggling and alternating between having stiff straight muscle tone to having floppy muscle tone. But we were in a sun spot on the floor and good music was on, and the mood was just right. I put Bronwyn in Child's Pose and was massaging her back. And she stayed in that pose! It was amazing! I ran and got the camera, and she was able to hold the pose for a few minutes longer so that I could capture it for her therapist to see. HOORAY Bronwyn, you are my hero! Blogged here: bcharmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/stretching-as-we-grow.html
Rollei Retro 400s 35mm
Pentax Spotmatic II
Takumar 1:1.8 55mm
f16 1/250
No Crop, No filter, No Post Production.
Absolutely True Story. With previous Neurological issues affecting my balance center (vision and ears) after a nasty virus (pre-pandemic). I saw the whole world on a tilt from left to right, constantly, just like this for MONTHS on end!! No, it wasn't much fun as you can well, sort of imagine. haha. Glad I see things 'on the level' now. But if my photo compositions/ image angles start looking a bit on the piss (slope/tilt). Please just roll with it and let's just call it art. haha. Thanks ;)
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Every six months or so, I have a neurologist appointment. At today's visit, while waiting, I pulled my Fujifilm #X100F out. Now this may seem like a weird location, but I am not a big believer in leaving cameras in the trunk of my car (theft). I was intrigued by the scene. One, the available light was good for a pic. Two, I thought it was interesting that the doctor had a jar of safety pins. Perhaps he would use those to re-attach portions of my brain that are loose? When he came into the office, I forgot to ask. Next time.
16 months ago I developed a serious neurological condition which has stolen the life I had... This pretty much sums it up...
I feel like we have been on a roller coaster with Della lately. She gave us a scare this past week. My husband took her for her late morning walk and all of a sudden she started dragging her rear leg and knuckling under. He brought her right to work and the doctor saw her immediately. She was concerned she might have thrown a clot or was having neurological issues. We brought her home to have her settle down but she couldn’t seem to settle. Every time she would try to lay down her back leg would start to spasm and she would get up and pace dragging the rear leg. We decided to give her some nerve pain meds and she finally settled. When she got up after sleeping for a while she was much better. We have been keeping her quiet and she hasn’t been bugging us for walks. She has been happy just going out in the back yard with us. She is walking well now and even jumping up in her favorite chair which has a clear view of the street and all the people walking their dogs. She never barks at them, she just watches.
Della has had the good fortune to be healthy her whole life so this is new for us. Like I said, a bit of a roller coaster lately.
Here she is this morning. I was happy she wanted to go with my husband for their Sunday morning ritual, pick up the bagels and go for a walk around the park. This is a "shot from the knees" shot. I caught her all happy when she came in from the garage with my husband. She came running up to me and I got several cute shots. The photo drives me a bit crazy because I didn’t straighten it. I figured because it’s a "from the hip" shot it is expected to be a bit crooked. I also loved the fact that my boy Tug (hanging on the wall) is watching the whole scene.
Best Mother's Day gift was to have my girl come running in to see me.
neurological merge with my head in the air and my heart on the ground . look around look around . drown drown drownd
Neurologically Operated Refrigerated Automaton, or N.O.R.A. was meant to be Victor's solution to both preserving his beloved wife, and allowing her to continue to function in the world while he could focus on finding her a cure. Only the years as a human snow cone and constant battles Batman have not been kind to Nora. While technically still alive, her body and mind have suffered extensive tissue damage, and she can no longer control N.O.R.A. Instead Victor has taken over the controls. Now outfitted with a mammoth freeze cannon, hurling pissed off polar bears, and a doomsday failsafe that will trigger a cataclysmic nuclear winter, N.O.R.A. Will become the vehicle of Victor's ultimate revenge against Batman and a world whose heart has grown cold.
My entry for FBTB's Mech Madness 2012
By architects G. Chiaureli, L. Kiladze, I. Maskharashvili, F. Kartvelishvili and B. Gegelia, 1975. Tbilisi, Georgia.
Photo: Stefano Perego.
Artist: Eadweard J. Muybridge
Artist Bio: British, 1830 - 1904
Creation Date: 1887
Process: photogravure
Credit Line: Gift of Joyce and Ted Strauss
Accession Number: 2005.009.056
That oak tree at the Thomas Center, Gainesville, Florida. 1948 Ansco Shur Shot Jr box camera on Kodak Tri-X film. I'm always amazed at how well this camera does. It is so minimal.
The Tri-X 400 film is too fast for this camera. This is first time I've tried stand development - Ilfosol DD-X 1+9 for 45 minutes. I think the contrast boost from the stand development worked for this frame.
I learned several months ago that I have a neurological condition called synesthesia. When I look at letters, or numbers, or hear/read words, I see certain colors inside my head. These colors are always the same for its co-responding letter/number; A is always a rusty red, and 4 is always dark grayish-purple.
I also have spatial-sequence synesthesia, which means that I see periods of time (such as the months of the year) in a three-dimensional space around me, with the winter months behind and summer directly ahead. Pain also registers as color, which is actually rather helpful: When I get migraines, I can tell by the color what has caused them and how much medication to take for it.
I see colors for days of the week, musical instruments, everyday sounds, musical tones, and even some smells (like bonfire smoke and gasoline).
I suck at math, though, cuz the colors make me confuse large numbers. 12134 has the same colors as 14321, only in a different sequence, which, when first 'seen' looks almost exactly the same.
Synesthesia is caused by a 'malfuncion' in the wiring of the brain's senses. It doesn't disable me in any way, though does occasionally cause migraine headaches from sensory overload.
The above painting (done in acrylic on particle board) is what I 'see' when listening to Snow by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
If you'd like to purchase this or any other original works of other songs, or would like to commission a song personally, please contact me at lionheart09@comcast.net
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A disused neurosurgery wing of a former district hospital. Taken in the operating theatre equipped with a pair of Brandon Medical operating lights
Wessex Neurological Centres Iveco daily emergency transfer ambulance seen here en route to Southampton General Hospital.
This has had a Double Dash Light added since I last saw it.
Neurologically Operated Robotic Automoton, or N.O.R.A. was meant to be Victor's solution to both preserving his beloved wife, and allowing her to continue to function in the world while he could focus on finding her a cure. Only the years as a human snow cone and constant battles Batman have not been kind to Nora. While technically still alive, her body and mind have suffered extensive tissue damage, and she can no longer control N.O.R.A. Instead Victor has taken over the controls. Now outfitted with a mammoth freeze cannon, hurling pissed off polar bears, and a doomsday failsafe that will trigger a cataclysmic nuclear winter, N.O.R.A. Will become the vehicle of Victor's ultimate revenge against Batman and a world whose heart has grown cold.
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On way to hospital again this morning (neurology appointment) bit different weather and the sun is shining. Thought the river looked lovely with the sunshine.
Carte de visite by Carl Caspar Giers of Nashville, Tenn. This portrait of two U.S. Army assistant surgeons in Union-occupied Nashville opens a window into the emerging field of neurology—the study of nervous disorders we know today as post traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD.
Both recent college graduates, their shared history traces back to medical school in Philadelphia, the same date of promotion in U.S. Army, and their assignment to military hospitals in Nashville, where they were exposed to difficult cases of battlefield wounds and disease.
For the taller officer standing on the left, Washington Benson Trull, his deployment marked the beginning of a military journey that went beyond the Civil War in America. Known as Ben to his friends, Trull was born in 1839 into a Massachusetts family that arrived in America during colonial times. His great-grandfather, the celebrated Capt. John Trull, led a company of Tewksbury minutemen against the British at Lexington and Concord in 1775.
Ben’s ancestors gravitated to higher education and the sciences, and he followed in their footsteps. He attended college preparatory school in Newton Centre, Mass., and, in 1857, entered Brown University. There he excelled in the chess club and as president of Alpha Delta Phi fraternity. Upon his graduation in 1861—the year the Civil War began—he joined Boston’s First Corps of Cadets for duty guarding the state house and arsenal.
Before the end of the year, Ben took a leave of absence from the Corps and embarked on the study of medicine at the Jefferson Medical College in Philadelphia, and finished his coursework at the University of Pennsylvania. During this period, he volunteered as a medical cadet at the U.S. Army General Hospital in West Philadelphia, and this allowed him to graduate early, earning his degree in 1863.
The intersection of his medical training and the need for surgeons to deal with the massive numbers of sick and injured opened up the next chapter in his life. Ben joined the ranks of acting assistant surgeons in the U.S. Army in Nashville, and passed the examining board to earn a commission as assistant surgeon on July 6, 1863, just a few weeks shy of his twenty-fourth birthday. He spent the rest of the war tending to soldier-patients in Nashville and Vicksburg.
Several of Ben’s cases, all fatal head injuries, are documented in the Medical and Surgical History of the War of the Rebellion.
Another case documented by Ben appears in a postwar letter published in the Boston Medical and Surgical Journal. Titled “Euthanasia in War,” the case involves an unnamed soldier who suffered a gunshot or shell fragment wound that destroyed his eyes and nose, obliterating a significant part of his face and head. Ben’s report raises questions about medical ethics and the possibility that the body’s immune system could be triggered by emotion and feeling to turn against itself.
Ben began by noting a study of Peyer’s glands, or Peyer’s patches, which are located in the small intestine and are part of the immune system’s defense against antigens in the gut. He also references an order about post-mortem exams.
Here’s Ben’s full report:
In the summer of 1864, we were making instructive studies of Peyer’s glands, with the hope of giving more successful treatment to the many cases of chronic diarrhea in the Cumberland U.S.A. General Hospital at Nashville. A senseless alarm was sent to the War Department about the “cutting up” of deceased comrades and the receipt of an order that forbade post mortem examinations. I was, therefore, unable, in the following case, to ascertain the deeper lesions, the condition of the optic commissure, etc.
The patient came to us with about 700 other acute cases of gunshot injuries, on the night of the first day’s fight at Nashville in December, 1864. Some of the men were brought in ambulances, but more in hay wagons without springs, a mile from the field, over frozen roads, deeply rutted by the wheels of batteries and supply trains of previous days. As acting executive officer, I was called to examine a man in one of the wards, who was persistently clamoring for euthanasia.
When I reached him, sitting on a stool in the midst of a crowd, he asked me to stoop down, look at him and then listen to his request. I found that considerable parts of both optic cones had been shot away, including the arch of the nasal bones. There was now no arterial hemorrhage, no complaint of pain beyond a sense of soreness, no special constitutional disturbance. Pulse was notably small.
Deformity of face was extraordinary. One eye ball had been carried off in the progress of the missile; the other rested on the cheek (half way down the face) held by its optic nerve.
He began at once to argue his claim, in a slow, deliberate and low voice. He exhibited no hysterical haste to die, though it was evident that for him life and not death was “the king of terrors.” He steadily maintained that life would be insupportable should he get about again. I listened as carefully as possible in the confusion of cries for attention of forty or more on the floor and the beds of the ward; doctors and nurses were embarrassed by their urgency.
Не was quiet. The clear working of the mind, the normal sequence of thought surprised me, looking down upon such ruin of structures in the very neighborhood of the anterior cerebral lobes. He politely paused for an answer. I cannot state verbatim what I said, but the gist of it was that none of us could previse the course of his case, nor be justified in hastening the approach of death by medical or surgical procedure.
He died that night in coma.
The pith of all this is in two points: First, the gravity of the injury so close to the supposed region of cerebration, the anterior lobes, without disturbing mentality. Second, the cause of death. The word coma explains nothing: was it the over-topping hopelessness, an object repulsive to look at and even more so, to think of: the state of mind, producing excessive secretion in certain glands, thrown into the circulation as a toxin paralyzing innervation?
There questions tucked into Ben’s narrative: Did patient’s state of mind produce a lethal toxin that killed him? Did he commit a form of suicide? Did he euthanize himself? Ben seemed to have no question on ethics: As a trained physician familiar with the Hippocratic Oath, he interpreted his role to do good for the patient and not cause harm. It is easy to imagine that he did not expect the man to live, which made I easier for him to deny the man’s request to be euthanized.
Ben remained in Nashville until the war’s end. He returned to Massachusetts and melted back into civilian life as a surgeon in practice with a cousin. His peers elected him to various state boards.
Ben might have remained in Boston for the rest of his days. However, he had one military assignment to fulfill. In 1870, at the outset of the Franco-Prussian War, the German Army needed surgeons. A number of German-born American physicians volunteered, and Ben joined them. He arrived in the village of Pont-à-Mousson and attended to French prisoners of war, many of whom had served in the Army of the Rhine under Marshal François Bazaine and been surrendered after the two-month Siege of Metz ended in Prussian victory. Ben spent about a year on duty before returning the United States.
Perhaps inspired by wanderlust from his travels during two wars, he spent time on the Pacific Coast before heading back East to New England. He married in 1874 and settled into medical practice in the Boston suburb of Brookline. Politically an independent and an Episcopal by faith, he died in 1925 at age 85.
For the officer standing beside Ben, Jerome Keating Bauduy, Nashville is where he met his future wife. Born in 1840 in Cuba, where his wealthy Philadelphia family of French descent had various business investments, the Bauduys associated with another family of French origins, the du Ponts, who had become prominent gunpowder manufacturers.
Jerome followed his father, Peter, into the study of medicine. Jerome’s higher education journey started at Georgetown College in Washington, D.C., then to the Université Catholique de Louvain in Belgium, the University of Pennsylvania, and finally Jefferson Medical College. The start of the Civil War briefly interrupted his studies. In the summer of 1861, his name appeared on a list of Regular Army appointments to second lieutenant in the 4th U.S. Artillery. However, evidence suggests he did not accept the opportunity, choosing instead to finish his education.
In early March 1863, Jerome graduated from Jefferson Medical College. His thesis, “Erysipelas as connected with Gunshot Wounds,” suggests he, like Ben, volunteered as a medical cadet at one of the Philadelphia military hospitals, which allowed him to compete his coursework early.
On March 12, two days after graduation, Jerome accepted a position as a contract surgeon in the U.S. Army and reported to Nashville for duty, tending patients with Ben in the wards of military hospitals, and passing the examination board to become a commissioned assistant surgeon.
Unlike Ben, Jerome did not serve out the entire war. Medical issues forced his resignation in December 1863. But rather than return to Philadelphia, he remained in Nashville. The likely cause was Caroline Bankhead. Her father, James, an Irish immigrant, had settled in Nashville and rose to prominence as a merchant with business interests in New Orleans. Jerome and Caroline met at some point and began a courtship that blossomed and led to their marriage in June 1864. Five months later, Caroline gave birth to a baby boy in St. Louis. Caroline and Jerome named him James K. Bauduy, likely for Caroline’s father and Jerome’s middle name, which was also his mother’s maiden name. The infant died a day after he came into the world, according to city death records.
After the war ended, Jerome and Catherine permanently relocated to St. Louis, where 10 more children were born to them, eight of whom lived to maturity. In 1865, Jerome accepted a position as attending physician at St. Vincent’s Institution for the Insane, a private facility established by the Catholic Sisters of Charity. It is possible that Jerome’s mother, Amelia, played a role in landing this job for Jerome. She had entered into monastic life as a Discalced Carmelite in Philadelphia following the death of her husband in 1856, becoming Mother Ignatius.
In St. Louis, Jerome prospered at St. Vincent’s. He became fascinated by the study of neurology, or the treatment of issues connected to the nervous system. Its western origins in Europe had first caught the attention of American physicians in the middle part of the century, and the Civil War played a significant role in neurology’s emergence as a distinct field. Battlefield wounds, particularly to the spinal column and head, and related emotional conditions that came to be known in the 20th century as PTSD, fueled intense interest in the American medical establishment during and after the war.
Jerome’s practical experience treating soldier-patients and postwar cases and research led to the publication, in 1876, of the clinical textbook Diseases of the Nervous System. The book launched him into the spotlight as a leader in the field.
In one passage, Jerome references the impact of war on the nervous system: “The excitements incident to war, and its disastrous consequences, have afforded ample evidences of insanity consequent upon undue violence of the emotions. In a word, whenever the mind of an individual is subjected to undue strain, or the passions are extraordinarily roused, other conditions being favorable, mental alienation may ensue.”
Jerome also lectured and authored a number of papers on the subject. In 1890, he released an updated edition of the book. The full catalog of Jerome’s research touched on depression and the use of cocaine as a treatment, alcoholism, multiple sclerosis, and much more. As chair of Diseases of Mind and the Nervous System at Missouri Medical College, he taught neurology and psychiatry for three decades. He also appeared as an expert witness in a number of murder cases and other sensational courtroom trials, and he received handsome pay for his testimony. He ended his career as emeritus professor at Washington University in St. Louis.
Jerome experienced his own violent streak, as evidenced in an 1894 report that he attacked a fellow physician who reportedly insulted or assaulted one of his daughters. Jerome reportedly struck the doctor several times with a heavy cowhide whip, while pointing a revolver at him.
This incident may suggest that Jerome’s pursuits in the field of neurology may have been driven, at least in part, by his own search for answers.
Tragically, and perhaps ironically, Jerome died in 1914 in an asylum in Buffalo, N.Y. He was 74.
It may be fairly stated that the Civil War service in Nashville’s hospitals profoundly shaped the futures of Jerome and Ben, whose careers intersected with neurology, albeit in very different and unexpected ways.
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- Perpetual events may be mistaken for continuous actions depending on the amount of time between each cycle or separate actions. This is the case with consciousness when we observe it from a quantified perspective. The flow of time is nothing but our perception on the changes in observable values.
MS is difficult to diagnose. There is no single test to identify MS. It shares symptoms with many other chronic and neurological diseases.
Prognosis and the progression of MS is difficult to predict. MS symptoms vary from individual to individual and can fluctuate within an individual over the course of the disease. There is not always an overt progression of the disease in that lesions may be developing without any noticeable physical symptoms.
MS is the most cause of non-traumatic disability among young and middle-aged people. MS may lead to permanent physical disability. Within 15 years of onset, more than 80% of sufferers have some physical limitation, more that 50% will require help to walk, 70% will have limited or inability to perform daily activities, 75% will be unemployed.
The cause of MS is unknown. Currently there are no overly effective treatments to halt progression of the disease. There is no cure. Current medications have significant side effects, and on average have less than a 30% probability in reducing the progression of the disease. Many find the medications not an acceptable option to manage the disease.
As with many chronic illnesses, clinical depression is common amongst those with MS. It has been estimated that the suicide rate amongst MS sufferers is 7.5 times greater than the general population. It is estimated that over 30% of those diagnosed with MS suffer from social anxiety.
Up to 65% of MS patients report cognitive dysfunction. There may be a reduction in abstract and reasoning skills, verbal fluency, attention deficits, impaired visual spatial judgment and short term memory.
Any number of symptoms may present during the course of the disease including dysarthia, paralysis, paresis, spasms, spasticity, spastic paralysis, tremors, seizures, dysethesia, fatigue, hold and cold sensations, pruritis, numbness, tingling, pain, dysphagia, double vision, optic atrophy, loss of sight, abnormal sensitivity, coordination and balance issues, gait ataxia, bowel and bladder problems, cognitive dysfunction, optic neuritis, anxiety, depression, extreme emotional and mood swings. It is an overwhelming list.
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The last remaining Ravenswood abandoned hospital is finally being rehabbed. Work started recently to make this old hospital into new retirement senior living, apartments will be made into supportive living. Before it closed, this building of the hospital was being used for Neurologic and Orthopedic spinal and brain care. I was born in Ravenswood hospital in the section that was demolished and turned into a french school. Lycee Francais
~My son Dylan Sharp has a Rare Neurological Movement Disorder. Dylan first got hospitalized in February of 2015, & we knew it was some type of a movement disorder when he was 9 years old. We waited, then Dylan's other test results came in September & was officially confirmed in Nov. of 2015 that our son has a Rare Neurological Movement Disorder @ the age of 10. Dylan's results showed us nothing any of our Dr's here had ever seen before, we don't even have a name for what Dylan's disease is, other than it falls under a type of movement disorder, and that it's rare.
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Wessex Neurological Centres Iveco daily emergency transfer ambulance seen here en route to Southampton General Hospital.
This has had a Double Dash Light added since I last saw it.
Sadly, we had to say goodbye to our little visitor of seven years. Yesterday he showed signs of neurological damage. We took him to the vet (the very fact that we could pick him up shows how out-of-it he was) and they feared rabies. And even if it wasn't, the list of other things it could be were all devastating. We did what we had to do. We're all so sad, but Mozzy will miss him the most. He's looking out the window waiting for him right now.