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Because of the nuclear issues in Japan, Potassium Iodide is next to impossible to find. This sucks.
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First reaction: What, the scintillator material?Maj wrote:Because of the nuclear issues in Japan, Potassium Iodide is next to impossible to find. This sucks.
I'm dumb.
On a dissonantly hilarious note, a lot of people write NaI(Tl) as Nal(Ti). That the incorrect abbreviation makes no sense doesn't bother them in the slightest.
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I've been taking it as part of a self-experiment, not because I need to. My experiment was abruptly cut short, however, because of what's happening in Japan. Frustrating, but not a bad thing.
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Shit. Most people here are male.
How about this... It's a periodical thing. As in, I missed mine but wasn't pregnant.
That was sort of an unexpected surprise, so I want to know if it's repeatable, whether any form of iodine (or potassium, I guess, though one variable at a time) works, side effects, that sort of thing... Because I haven't been able to find (or access) information on the subject.
How about this... It's a periodical thing. As in, I missed mine but wasn't pregnant.
That was sort of an unexpected surprise, so I want to know if it's repeatable, whether any form of iodine (or potassium, I guess, though one variable at a time) works, side effects, that sort of thing... Because I haven't been able to find (or access) information on the subject.
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Oh... I properly installed Apache on my media server today. It took me forever to figure out because I had no idea what I was doing at all, but I did it (on my own) and it works and I'm fucking proud of myself.
25 XP!!
25 XP!!
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I love St Patrick's Day.
I used to be less than keen on the traditional corned beef and cabbage, so the day was pretty much overlooked. But then I discovered that Blue Curacao mixed with orange juice concentrate = green, and so now I look forward to making and eating chicken a l'orange for the holiday.
I used to be less than keen on the traditional corned beef and cabbage, so the day was pretty much overlooked. But then I discovered that Blue Curacao mixed with orange juice concentrate = green, and so now I look forward to making and eating chicken a l'orange for the holiday.
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CatharzGodfoot
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Go to the doctor.Neeeek wrote:So...I seem to be throwing up everything I try to drink (I haven't tried to eat anything since it started). I also have the chills. Anyone got any advice?
The law in its majestic equality forbids the rich as well as the poor from stealing bread, begging and sleeping under bridges.
-Anatole France
Mount Flamethrower on rear
Drive in reverse
Win Game.
-Josh Kablack
-Anatole France
Mount Flamethrower on rear
Drive in reverse
Win Game.
-Josh Kablack
Mostly what sabs said except without the water. In the first stages, I wouldn't even swallow the liquid - that just invites your stomach to turn over. And after two hours, I'd go for something to drink has sugars in it - they absorb super fast into the body, pulling the water with it.
Aside from that, sleep as much as you can, but if you're awake, take a bath to stabilize your temperature.
Aside from that, sleep as much as you can, but if you're awake, take a bath to stabilize your temperature.
My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
The first SRD I used was just black font on white for layout. Very easy to read.
Then it got shut down.
These days, I use the wiki's SRD, but...interactive? Have a link?
Then it got shut down.
These days, I use the wiki's SRD, but...interactive? Have a link?
He jumps like a damned dragoon, and charges into battle fighting rather insane monsters with little more than his bare hands and rather nasty spell effects conjured up solely through knowledge and the local plantlife. He unerringly knows where his goal lies, he breathes underwater and is untroubled by space travel, seems to have no limits to his actual endurance and favors killing his enemies by driving both boots square into their skull. His agility is unmatched, and his strength legendary, able to fling about a turtle shell big enough to contain a man with enough force to barrel down a near endless path of unfortunates.
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
--The horror of Mario
Zak S, Zak Smith, Dndwithpornstars, Zak Sabbath. He is a terrible person and a hack at writing and art. His cultural contributions are less than Justin Bieber's, and he's a shitmuffin. Go go gadget Googlebomb!
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My guess is d20srd.org.Maxus wrote:The first SRD I used was just black font on white for layout. Very easy to read.
Then it got shut down.
These days, I use the wiki's SRD, but...interactive? Have a link?
The law in its majestic equality forbids the rich as well as the poor from stealing bread, begging and sleeping under bridges.
-Anatole France
Mount Flamethrower on rear
Drive in reverse
Win Game.
-Josh Kablack
-Anatole France
Mount Flamethrower on rear
Drive in reverse
Win Game.
-Josh Kablack
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Warning: I haven't slept very well, I'm stressed, and I'm very frustrated.
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My son was admitted to the hospital yesterday morning, so I've been here now for about 27 hours now. He woke up Saturday with a persistent cough, he coughed enough during the night that he didn't sleep very well, and I called the 24-hour nurse helpline for a consult to see what I should do. She recommended we bring Giovanni into the ER and see what was going on.
We get to the ER and surprisingly don't have to wait very long to be seen. Giovanni gets a chest x-ray, and the analysis comes back pneumonia (so early they barely caught it). The team of doctors talked to me at length about what was going on and what their plans were (they even showed me the x-ray and explained their diagnosis), he was admitted because he was a little hypoxic, and we got a cute little room in the pediactric ward overlooking the front entrance of the hospital eight stories up - which is way cool because little kids can seriously find lots of things to look at and talk about from an eight story window.
He fell asleep for an hour. His oxygen saturation levels stayed low (87), so they hooked him up to an oxygen tube. The doctors were good about being as out of the way as they could be. He was doing fine. Then the shift changed.
All of a sudden, there were new nurses and new doctors and they were not communicating with each other. Each person had their own idea of treatment that they wanted to give, none of them were talking to me about what they wanted to do, and all of them were making snap judgments without considering the things I had to say.
I don't care how many fucking years of fucking medical school you have: If a parent was concerned enough about a cough to call a nurse hotline and bring her kid to the ER, but isn't concerned over how much he's peed in the last hour, you're barking up the wrong tree. Parents live with their kids. Concerned parents know their kids. You are some person who studied a lot of averages and don't know this child from Adam. At least have the decency to listen the parents.
I finally pulled one of the doctors into the room and told him to get everyone on the same page. The nurse wanted to give my son acetometiphen to bring down his fever (the previous shift had established that his fever wasn't that hot, and he was better off letting his body do its thing), and I wanted to give him a bath. Apparently, if he's hooked up to a monitor of some type, you can't give him a bath because taking off the monitor will apparently result in severe brain damage and/or death. But right after that, my son thankfully vomited on the nurse (and the bed, himself, etc) who wouldn't listen to Ess when he explained that if the medication was gross, Giovanni would throw up. Being covered in vomit is a good reason to have a bath, though, and sure as shit, after the bath his temperature dropped and stabilized and he was fine - no drugs needed.
By this time, I was telling the nurse to go away. The stress and sleep-deprivation of constantly being poked and prodded was preventing him from getting better. The doctors still hadn't decided on one course of treatment, and I kicked them all out, told them to have a conference, and come back when they all agreed. They did.
Treatment decided, it was administered, the boy was left alone, and Giovanni finally managed to get some sleep. Enough so that when I woke up this morning, it was to the boy standing up in his "cage" saying, "More pick up" and holding his arms out to me.
Shift change.
Now Giovanni needs an IV because he hasn't gone to the bathroom yet. And the IV is short enough that I can't hold him - he's stuck in his bed. I ask for an extension. And ask. And ask. And ask. It finally takes a two year old who's crying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" and "More hold you Mom. Sit in your lap," to get the damn nurse to give him the extension. In the meantime, they want to run a new batch of tests on him. By now, my mantra is this: If you're testing him, and the results aren't going to change his treatment, he doesn't need the damn test. You gotta love things like nasal swabs where, "we know that we've done the test right if he's crying and screaming." And don't forget the part where they asked me to stop logging his eating and drinking, then used the lack of that information that to say that he wasn't doing those things and needed more interventions.
I have no idea how long I am going to be here. I understand and acknowledge that he is getting help here that would not be feasible at home, however, they are no longer listening to me, they are no longer communicating well, and did I mention that they threatened to call CPS if I tried to take him home? I didn't even say that I wanted to take him home.
I want these people to tell me what's going on, to tell each other what's going on, and to acknowledge and pay respect toward the fact that while I may not have a medical degree, I am with my son 24/7. I know his habits. I know his quirks. I know when something isn't normal, and I can account for environmental differences because I know what his environment usually is.
Parenting is not an easy, mindless task, and I am tired of it being used as a judge of incompetency. Doctors and nurses can study pregnancy and children and diseases, but I am the one who carried him, gave birth to him, nursed him, raise him, and love him. All of those things give me a right to be considered knowledgeable on the topic of his health.
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My son was admitted to the hospital yesterday morning, so I've been here now for about 27 hours now. He woke up Saturday with a persistent cough, he coughed enough during the night that he didn't sleep very well, and I called the 24-hour nurse helpline for a consult to see what I should do. She recommended we bring Giovanni into the ER and see what was going on.
We get to the ER and surprisingly don't have to wait very long to be seen. Giovanni gets a chest x-ray, and the analysis comes back pneumonia (so early they barely caught it). The team of doctors talked to me at length about what was going on and what their plans were (they even showed me the x-ray and explained their diagnosis), he was admitted because he was a little hypoxic, and we got a cute little room in the pediactric ward overlooking the front entrance of the hospital eight stories up - which is way cool because little kids can seriously find lots of things to look at and talk about from an eight story window.
He fell asleep for an hour. His oxygen saturation levels stayed low (87), so they hooked him up to an oxygen tube. The doctors were good about being as out of the way as they could be. He was doing fine. Then the shift changed.
All of a sudden, there were new nurses and new doctors and they were not communicating with each other. Each person had their own idea of treatment that they wanted to give, none of them were talking to me about what they wanted to do, and all of them were making snap judgments without considering the things I had to say.
I don't care how many fucking years of fucking medical school you have: If a parent was concerned enough about a cough to call a nurse hotline and bring her kid to the ER, but isn't concerned over how much he's peed in the last hour, you're barking up the wrong tree. Parents live with their kids. Concerned parents know their kids. You are some person who studied a lot of averages and don't know this child from Adam. At least have the decency to listen the parents.
I finally pulled one of the doctors into the room and told him to get everyone on the same page. The nurse wanted to give my son acetometiphen to bring down his fever (the previous shift had established that his fever wasn't that hot, and he was better off letting his body do its thing), and I wanted to give him a bath. Apparently, if he's hooked up to a monitor of some type, you can't give him a bath because taking off the monitor will apparently result in severe brain damage and/or death. But right after that, my son thankfully vomited on the nurse (and the bed, himself, etc) who wouldn't listen to Ess when he explained that if the medication was gross, Giovanni would throw up. Being covered in vomit is a good reason to have a bath, though, and sure as shit, after the bath his temperature dropped and stabilized and he was fine - no drugs needed.
By this time, I was telling the nurse to go away. The stress and sleep-deprivation of constantly being poked and prodded was preventing him from getting better. The doctors still hadn't decided on one course of treatment, and I kicked them all out, told them to have a conference, and come back when they all agreed. They did.
Treatment decided, it was administered, the boy was left alone, and Giovanni finally managed to get some sleep. Enough so that when I woke up this morning, it was to the boy standing up in his "cage" saying, "More pick up" and holding his arms out to me.
Shift change.
Now Giovanni needs an IV because he hasn't gone to the bathroom yet. And the IV is short enough that I can't hold him - he's stuck in his bed. I ask for an extension. And ask. And ask. And ask. It finally takes a two year old who's crying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" and "More hold you Mom. Sit in your lap," to get the damn nurse to give him the extension. In the meantime, they want to run a new batch of tests on him. By now, my mantra is this: If you're testing him, and the results aren't going to change his treatment, he doesn't need the damn test. You gotta love things like nasal swabs where, "we know that we've done the test right if he's crying and screaming." And don't forget the part where they asked me to stop logging his eating and drinking, then used the lack of that information that to say that he wasn't doing those things and needed more interventions.
I have no idea how long I am going to be here. I understand and acknowledge that he is getting help here that would not be feasible at home, however, they are no longer listening to me, they are no longer communicating well, and did I mention that they threatened to call CPS if I tried to take him home? I didn't even say that I wanted to take him home.
I want these people to tell me what's going on, to tell each other what's going on, and to acknowledge and pay respect toward the fact that while I may not have a medical degree, I am with my son 24/7. I know his habits. I know his quirks. I know when something isn't normal, and I can account for environmental differences because I know what his environment usually is.
Parenting is not an easy, mindless task, and I am tired of it being used as a judge of incompetency. Doctors and nurses can study pregnancy and children and diseases, but I am the one who carried him, gave birth to him, nursed him, raise him, and love him. All of those things give me a right to be considered knowledgeable on the topic of his health.
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My son makes me laugh. Maybe he'll make you laugh, too.
I'm getting this really weird and irritating mouse graphical glitch where it seems like the cursor graphic has had chunks cut out and moved around when I'm moving it and goes to a black with white spots box when it's not moving.
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At my last physical my doctor asked me if I got the flu-shot. When I said no, she asked me why not. I asked her if I should get it, and she went into a short canned speech about how I don't have to get it and that it's my choice.
I was looking for a cost/benefit analysis when I asked, but it made me wonder if doctors are so used to running people over that she felt the need to remind me I have medical autonomy.
Good luck with your son, Maj.
I was looking for a cost/benefit analysis when I asked, but it made me wonder if doctors are so used to running people over that she felt the need to remind me I have medical autonomy.
Good luck with your son, Maj.