Ok, so.. I can’t make up my mind which of the many comments I want to make on this.
Scanning electron micrograph of a bacteriophage, a virus that infects & kills bacteria.
They have been used for over 90 years as an alternative to antibiotics in the former Soviet Union and Central Europe, as well as in France. They are seen as a possible therapy against multi-drug resistant strains of some bacteria.
Today I was re-scanned for the 6 month interval followup for the thymus gland cancer I had resected at NIH 3 years ago. Scans were negative for recurrence. I’m not sure why, but I had a bad sense about this scan. Five-year survival for my stage tumor after resection is about 90%. I’m too young for that 10% bullshit.
The tumor was found coincidentally during CT scan after I broke a bunch of ribs in a bike crash. Thymoma is an insidious cancer, spreading primarily by direct extension. As the thymus sits right beneath the heart, extension is usually into the heart, the great vessels, & the other goodies right there in the center of the chest, making complete resection impossible. Mine had just invaded the organ capsule in the process of breaking out.
When I was laying on the roadside trying to breathe with 8 broken ribs & a punctured lung I wasn’t feeling too lucky, but…go figure.
Environmental impact of a T-shirt
Maslow’s hierarchy of human needs, updated
Tooth issue fixed. Already feeling some relief. I now look forward to eating dinner, even more so to hopefully sleeping without pain. I suspect I clench my jaws in my sleep when I am stressed or worried about people, as I have caught myself doing it while in thought about same, and as one or the other or both is almost always in play, basically all the time. I may have to look into a bite guard. Meh.
When I was stopped at a traffic light in town, my car was suddenly surrounded by bees, literally. I’m guessing a hive nearby was upset and they were swarming around. They were at every window, hitting my windows. GAH. Bees are my phobia, so talk about clenching. Longest red light of my LIFE. I couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Gave me the heeBEE jeeBEEs.
As I was doing the menial tasks of preparing to go out in public earlier, ya know, brushing my teeth, putting on some mascara, etc., this is what my brain was doing:
Parents whose children have all left have empty nest syndrome.
After their child stops nursing, mothers have empty breast syndrome.
When your mind blanks on an exam, empty test syndrome.
Mountain climbers have crest syndrome. (There actually is a medical CREST syndrome, but that has nothing to do with this.)
Attend too many beer and wine events, ‘fest syndrome.
Tell too many jokes, jest syndrome.
Too many bugs, pest syndrome.
Seekers have quest syndrome.
Can’t get back in the swing after vacation, rest syndrome.
No more ammo, empty vest syndrome.
Running from cold and snow, go west syndrome.
A zeal for life, zest syndrome.
Heartless people have empty chest syndrome.
Yeah. I don’t know either!
Exactly. Pretty dang sweet.