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Wednesday, October 5, 2016

💀 ☠ NEVER Give Medication Containing Codeine to Children │ Dietary Choline Helps Control Insulin Resistance │ Health Canada's Weak Stand on Acetaminophen

I derailed last night ─ I was not in bed until 1:08 a.m., which was a minute or two later than the previous night when I had my wife Jack here to blame for it.

I had managed to avoid the full shame, but only barely.

My first break in sleep that compelled me to do a time check resulted in a reading of just past 6:00 a.m.  My eldest step-son Tho was in the bathroom showering, so I had to use my younger brother Mark's ensuite ─ he had already left for work.

And then I returned to bed for what little further sleep was going to be possible before I finally checked the time and rose at 8:02 a.m.

My youngest step-son Pote was still in bed.  He was not to rise until late into the morning, and towards the middle of the noon-hour he left to catch his bus to work at Guildford.

I could have finished the post I have been working on since Sunday at my Lawless Spirit website.  Had I been feeling better-slept, I would have gone and done some local grocery shopping.  But instead, I ceased work on the post and finished what I could not achieve late last night.

There seems no hope, and the discouragement only exacerbates my surrender.

There had been some light rain last evening and overnight, but today was unexpectedly sunny.

In truth, I never expected to be able to sit out in the backyard while attired exclusively in cut-offs any further this year, but today was a perfect opportunity.  So beginning at 1:34 p.m., I sat in a chair and faced into the Sun for just over 40 minutes.

Surely, this must be the last such day of the year in which this is going to be possible?

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Back when the T.V. series The Avengers was current in the 1960s, I was a huge fan.

I never caught any episodes until Emma Peel (Diana Rigg) was partnered with John Steed (Patrick Macnee) ─ I only saw episodes featuring Diana Rigg's predecessor Honor Blackman later on as reruns.

At some point in the late 1960s or early 1970s, I clipped the following photo out of a movie/T.V. stars magazine, or possible even a TV Guide.

The short description beneath the old clipping is from the Google album where I have the image stored:

Emma Peel (Diana Rigg) of the T.V. series The Avengers.

I snipped this out of a movie/T.V. stars magazine, or else a TV Guide, back in the late 1960s or early 1970s.

I was in love with this beautiful young woman for about two years!
And that is a fact ─ I was utterly infatuated with her, and thought about her constantly when I was in my late teens.  I thought that she was perfect.

I even fantasized about one day somehow meeting up with her in London's Hyde Park ─ she would fall in love with me.  The 13-year age difference hardly existed in my mind back then ─ her allure was just too overwhelming.

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I wonder if I was administered anything containing codeine when I was a very young kid having my tonsils removed, or as an older kid when I had my serious Hallowe'en-related fireworks accident and required emergency care?

I was surprised to read that U.S. doctors regularly prescribe codeine even though it is strongly contraindicated for children.  Physicians by and large just don't seem to care.


That September 19 article states the following:
The report is published online Sept. 19 in the journal Pediatrics.
Well, I couldn't find any mention of codeine nor a doctor named 'Tobias' in the September edition of Pediatrics.

But note this Tuesday, October 4, news article:

CHICAGO SUN TIMES
The American Academy of Pediatrics has strengthened its warnings about prescribing codeine for children because of reports of deaths and risks for dangerous side effects including breathing problems.

The academy’s advice, published in a report Monday in its medical journal, Pediatrics, mirrors warnings from the Food and Drug Administration about using codeine for kids’ coughs or pain.
And sure enough ─ here is the October report that includes the name Joseph D. Tobias:  Codeine: Time to Say “No.”

But regardless, if you've got kids or grandchildren, then please don't give them a cough syrup or anything else containing codeine.

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It may benefit anyone with an insulin resistance (IR) condition (i.e., diabetes) to focus on a diet rich in the B vitamin choline.

This was the conclusion of researchers studying a Newfoundland population of 2,394 people:
In conclusion, we have shown for the first time, that higher dietary choline or betaine intake was significantly associated with lower IR in Newfoundland population. The association was stronger in females than in males. In addition, this favorable association between dietary choline, betaine and IR was independent of age, total calorie intake, physical activity level, and trunk fat. Our results indicate that higher dietary choline and betaine intakes may improve insulin resistance. 
Choline can be converted by the body into betaine, so a rich choline intake would be most important.

There's a report at nutraingredients-usa.com about the study, if you are interested:  Choline and betaine may counter insulin resistance: Study.

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It seems that Health Canada decided to be kind to the pharmaceutical industry last month, and in the process left the public somewhat in jeopardy.

This relates to the medication acetaminophen.

thestar.com

Note this:
Acetaminophen is one of Canada’s oldest and most popular painkillers, found in 445 products currently sold to Canadians — everything from Tylenol (the brand that popularized the drug) to NyQuil, NeoCitran and prescription drugs like Percocet. The drug can be easily purchased at any corner store or gas station, sometimes in 100 or 200-pill quantities.

But drug safety experts say the painkiller, if introduced today, probably wouldn’t be approved as an over-the-counter drug by modern-day regulators.
In other words, it would only be available under prescription.

Yet the article stated this earlier:
Acetaminophen is extremely safe when taken as directed, and more than four billion doses are sold to Canadians every year.
It is not at all safe.

Tylenol all by itself "is the leading cause of acute liver failure in the United States."
The active ingredient in Tylenol, acetaminophen, accounts for more than 100,000 calls to poison centers, roughly 60,000 emergency-room visits and hundreds of deaths each year in the United States. In England, it is the leading cause of liver failure requiring transplants. In 2009, the FDA issued guidelines for adding overdose guidelines to packages and in 2011, the agency confirmed the link between the drug and liver damage.
That is taken from drugwatch.comTylenol.

I have read that someone can take acetaminophen faithfully for years without a problem, and then one day the body's reaction is cataclysmic.

It's not just the liver ─ check out this article from August 2013:


Acetaminophen is in literally hundreds of over-the-counter and prescription medications.  For most people who are all-too-casual in their usage of medications, the likelihood of exceeding a safe dose is virtually probable.

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Here is where I close with a 41-year-old entry from my journal, back when I was 25 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

The small unit was being rented in a house located on Ninth Street at Third Avenue.

My plan for the morning was a long hike out to my mother Irene Dorosh's home in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey.   Although the little house no longer exists, its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue.

It was my main mailing address.

To have walked there directly from my room would take about 1½ hours at a fast pace.  However, I had begun taking a route that doubled the distance.

To wit, I would follow the King George Highway all the way to Newton's 72nd Avenue (Newton Road).  A set of railway tracks crossed both 72nd Avenue and the King George very near to there.

I would seek out those railway tracks, turn right onto them, and then follow them until I was able to access the Surrey terminus of 90th Avenue at Holt Road, just shy of Scott Road (120th Street).

My mother lived a half-dozen or so home down 90th Avenue, on the right-hand side.
SUNDAY, October 5, 1975

I got up at 4:00 a.m., feeling absolutely clogged; it was raining.

I am leaving for a mail check via my longest Newton route at 5:30 a.m., in rain.

Boy, what an ordeal!  I should have worn an overcoat.  By the time I made it to mom's (about 9:15 a.m.), I was near my limit.

Alex gave me a pair of his pants.

I even rather heavily breakfasted, abandoning any home pancake plans.

My inner thighs abraded badly.

My mail was nothing more than a crack-pot health book ad as well as dad's Western ticket birthday gift to me.

I talked to Mark on the phone awhile (Cathy had phoned mom planning to visit later).

I tried to reach Bill, but I guess he went to my place (Alex by now had gone to some gathering his musical group was involved with); he phoned soon after, and said he was coming for me.

After he arrived, a spell later both Cathys and the 3 kids came (Phyllis is still at Hawaii).

Bill & I weren't long in leaving.

I pretty well resigned myself to my third day in a row of skipped exercise.

Bill bought some expensive jerky, and on our way to do our laundry after seeing his mother, bought me a large dipped cone.

My dryer ripped me off for 10¢.

My next deal of the night was allowing Bill to persuade me to let him treat me to the Westminster Drive-In (How to succeed at Sex and If You Don't Stop It You'll Go Blind); what a waste, the poor guy.

Even after the show he still wasn't prepared to call it quits, but I was and did.

No exercise or shower today.

Bed:  11:00 p.m.
My father Hector had bought me a Western Lottery ticket as a birthday present ─ it had been mail-ordered.

Alex was my mother's husband ─ my folks split up in 1964.

My younger brother Mark's girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther had phoned my mother while I was present, and I guess Mark and I ended up talking with one another.

I probably was not keen on the 1½-hour hike directly back to my room if it was still raining; and if my inner thighs were raw from the wet denim chafing them earlier, the hike would have been an even less pleasant prospect.  

So that is probably why I tried to reach my old friend William Alan Gill ─ he had a car, and lived in a bachelor suite in New Westminster.  He was not home, but he soon called in search of me.

He apparently showed up just ahead of Jeanette and her friend Cathy.  The three kids were Jeanette's two young daughters, and my maternal half-sister Phyllis's daughter Sherry.

Bill and I often did our laundry together to deflect some of the boredom at the laundromat.

The guy was always very generous to me ─ I only worked one day a week, and thus had very little money.

The Westminster Drive-In was roughly in the area where the Scott Road SkyTrain Station now is.  

I guess Bill just did not want the night to end and to be by himself, but I was probably very weary after everything I had gone through that day.

I must say that I am surprised that I was able to get to bed by 11:00 p.m. if Bill and I had sat through a double-feature at the drive-in.  I was expecting that I was going to record making it to bed at 1:00 a.m. or something similar.

I am going to ensure that I get to bed on the proper side of midnight tonight!
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