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Wednesday, April 5, 2017

FDA 'Absorb' Stent Warning │ New Marker of Cardiac Disease Discovered │ Medical Interns to Be Allowed 28-Hour Shifts │ Sepsis: Near Foodproof Cure Found

I expect that it rained throughout last evening, after starting up in the latter afternoon. It was raining when I went to bed at 10:43 p.m., and still raining this morning.

For the second consecutive night, my first block of sleep broke early, so it was during the midnight hour once again when I opted to take advantage of being awake and visit the bathroom, as well as drink some water.

It's raining now at 1:53 p.m. as I type these very words. From what I have heard for weather reports, there is no sunshine being forecast until at least beyond Sunday.

When I rose this morning ─ it was well before 6:30 a.m. ─ my youngest step-son Poté was still in bed. He never got up until well after 7:00 a.m., showering and then leaving for work.

Suspicions that I had about his older brother Tho proved correct ─ the lout never bothered to get up and go to work. He remained in bed until well past 10:00 a.m. I later sought a nap at 12:28 p.m., and was in bed for just under an hour, during which time he took off for somewhere.

My morning had frustration beyond just having him here, however.

I was hoping that perhaps today I might actually supply better than a usual day's work at the new post I started several days ago at my Thai-Iceland website, but that was not to be. I never got a start until well after 9:00 a.m.

I have six hosted websites, but I do all of my content creation on only one of them ─ five of them are essentially impossible for me to work in. Thai-Iceland is one of those five.

The problem is that the post body copy box (i.e., this area) of the WordPress dashboard is unstable on those five websites. Every so many seconds, the area will jump as if it suddenly updates itself, and anything I am doing when that happens will be ruined.

As an example of just how terrible this can be, I have intended to highlight and delete some text in a very long post, but did not realize that this "jump" had taken place, and everything above the text I wanted to delete had also suddenly become highlighted without me realizing it.

A press of the delete button on the keyboard, and all is gone.

Another sudden "jump" before I have the wits to try and undo what was just done, and it's then too late. Once the second "jump" happens, all an "undo" attempt will do is bring back the previous blank work area of the post.

This "jump" has happened just as I was about to bullet some text. What happens then if I fail to realize it is that all previous text inexplicably gets bulleted ─ even images.

There are many other problems associated with this "jumping" that are equally disastrous.

But for whatever reason, one of my websites has no such problem, even though it has the same theme and all of the same updated plugins that the other five do.

Consequently, I work exclusively in that website, and later copy over the day's worth of text into the post of the destination website.

Well, early this morning I saw that there was a plugin update available for Jetpack. So before anything else, I updated to version 4.8.

And that was it for my website. I still had the Jetpack update page displayed, but anytime I tried to go anywhere else in my WordPress dashboard, I just had a blank screen.

After some research, I found this thread detailing trouble others were having after initiating the same update.

"Plugin Author"Jeremy Herve acknowledged the plugin flaw for some websites and gave three recommendations pending an official repair of the plugin. I was not about to contact my hosting provider to have them intercede and upgrade my website to "a more recent version of PHP."

He also suggested "installing this must-use plugin on your site" ─ but going there did not reveal any plugin that I understand, just data. If people are expected to somehow apply that data directly to the various files that would have to be accessed via cPanel or some other medium like FileZilla, then forget it! There was no explanation on how to apply that text ─ it's useless to me.

My sole option of the three, then, was to just "remove" ─ and by that, I presumed he meant delete ─ the plugin.

I so rarely ever use cPanel that I can never remember how to even find it, let alone log into and then use it. I finally did, though. And after further research, learned just where to go to find the Jetpack plugin.

However, as I said, I so rarely ever venture to the files that are made accessible by cPanel, I did not notice that it randomly brought me to the Jetpack of the wrong website ─ you see, I have five of my six hosted websites shared at this one account, so cPanel reveals all of their "innards" and not just the one I was concerned about.

As a result, I deleted the Jetpack plugin file that I saw, only to of course find that it made no difference when I attempted to use the website I wanted to work in.

It was then that I realized what must have happened, and so I returned to cPanel and carefully explored until I located the proper website.

The deletion of the Jetpack plugin file that I found there did indeed bring back the lost website. However, I now had to go to the WordPress dashboard of the website whose Jetpack plugin I had inadvertently deleted, and go through the process of reinstalling it.

I use the Publicize feature in Jetpack, so I had to reset the five links to the social media platforms that I use (I do not use Path). But I had no idea what other tweaks I had in the Jetpack plugin that was mistakenly deleted by me, and I did not have the time to go through it all and try to restore how things had been ─ I wanted to get to work supplying content for the post at Thai-Iceland.

And so my tardy start at doing that.

Gosh, I bet that was exceedingly boring for anyone who doesn't have a WordPress.org website!

Let's change subjects.

Yesterday my wife Jack was here from Vancouver. She had also been here on Monday and had taken apart a cabbage or two, and set the pieces outside on a good-sized baking tray in the sunshine.

Yesterday I got to learn what her intentions were with it ─ and I now have a whole new respect for the girl, for I had no idea that she knew any of this.

I am specifically speaking of the natural fermentation of foods, whose benefits I have been reading about for several years at Mercola.com ─ these two articles are examples:
Despite the ongoing descriptions such articles provide about how to actually do this sort of thing at home, I have never undertaken such a project ─ it just seemed too complex for me.

And I have especially been put off by the talk of earthenware containers, and the canning jars. We have none of those.

Initially Jack just said that she was going to "pickle" the cabbage. I had to delve into the topic with her to finally realize that she really meant that she was going to get it to naturally ferment.

I should add that she was also mixing in bok choy, and maybe one or more other things. I didn't exactly study what she was doing.

However, one step she performed was to "massage" (i.e., knead) the vegetables ─ I took these photos last afternoon at 5:08 p.m. as she worked the vegetables, breaking them down:

She said that her mother back in Thailand often fermented vegetables like this, and Jack had even done it herself. But this is the first time that she has tried it since coming to Canada in May 2006.

So we'll see what results!

She's got the mix in a large lidded plastic container. All else I can offer is that she seemed to use a lot of salt.

Maybe I will also add to this post these photos from Sunday ─ I took these at 11:11 a.m. I think the first two are of some hyacinths, but I am just guessing:

Jack set up that partial barrel two or even three weeks ago, transplanting those plants into it from pots. The "weed patch" (as my younger brother Mark refers to it) where the partial barrel is situated is actually a big bed of thyme plants ─ all those brown stems are last year's plants.

The bees love that area once the thyme plants are in bloom with their mass of tiny blue flowers.


I hope no one reading this has a surgical tent in place ─ and certainly not a bioresorbable stent called an Absorb.

Here is a prime example of the core-deep problems at America's FDA ─ its eagerness to approve medical devices without ample proof that they are safe and work as claimed:




Maybe the medical profession will finally get around to figuring out that cholesterol is not what they need to be checking for when it comes to heart attack risk.

A new study has identified a second marker to complement that of C-reactive protein (CRP) ─ an inflammation marker already known to be indicative of pronounced risk for cardiac troubles.

Here are some reports concerning the new marker:



This paragraph from the first report is disturbing to me:
The researchers hope to learn if [GlycA] can be used as a marker of risk that leads to specific treatments, such as use of statins, which are commonly prescribed to lower cholesterol.
They just will not release their fixation upon statin medications and cholesterol, no matter how much harm these drugs that are used to lower cholesterol have been proven to cause.


How long a work shift do you think you can handle?

Can you believe that in the U.S., as of July 1st it is going to be acceptable for medical interns to work as long as 28 hours at a stretch?





An analogy justifying the shift is made by comparing the long schedule to that of truck drivers, but the report just above takes that on and blows it right out of the water.

Finally, there is this commentary by a Harvard doctor who actually underwent an internship:


Let's keep in mind that nearly a year ago, it was revealed that the third leading cause of death in America was medical error! That definitely won't have changed one whit.


Sepsis is a huge problem in hospitals. Traditionally, preventing death has been very difficult ─ the following statement is from the Wikipedia article I linked to:
The risk of death from sepsis is as high as 30%, from severe sepsis as high as 50%, and from septic shock as high as 80%.
However, in January 2016, Doctor Paul Marik gambled on trying something with one dying septic patient that he had not tried before on anybody else:




So the treatment is safe and natural, and its efficacy has already been readily demonstrated. Yet NPR.org just calls it a "possible" treatment; and resistant  mainline medical authorities are cautioning that more studies are required before anyone should be getting their hopes raised.

How bloody ignorant is that?

Just fix this into your memory ─ you or someone you love may develop sepsis. Are you going to want the treatments that currently are seeing possibly as many as one out of every two victims die; or would you prefer taking your chances on this superior protocol?


I see that the Jetpack plugin I was complaining about earlier in this post has reportedly been remedied, and version 4.8 is now version 4.8.1.

I will check it out tomorrow morning when I work on my website again.

Okay, I am going to close off now with a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. My "home" wasn't very spacious, but I was renting it regardless in a house located on Ninth Street, perhaps two houses up from Third Avenue.
MONDAY, April 5, 1976

I got up at 6:00 a.m.

The landlady had to do her damn laundry toward the end of my shower, but at least she had the decency to vacate the area so I could get back to my suite; I hate an unplanned very cool trickle of shower water.

I shall mail Terri's letter and deliver a library book on my way to Woodward's to shop.

An old man from the apartment block just before the library on Ash asked me to mail his letter.

Shopping, the price ($19.98) of the "Big 16" was more than I cared to dare. And I only bought mackerel; beef liver is now 99¢ lb!

It's a very sunny day.

I next went downtown, erring greatly!

What evolved was I met Took & Trudy in Fields, but that was okay. However, I next was discovered by Art! I was compelled to go to the Legion with him, and began a great drunk.

We drank with old Stu, and old fella who frequented S.A.N.E. Then it was S.A.N.E.'s Joe who joined us. And when we were relieving ourselves prior to leaving, a brief reunion with Heinz befell.

I bought the "Big 16" exerciser; it was $2.48 cheaper than Woodward's (I got it at Eaton's).

We then drank at the Towers. Then went to Art's after I gave him 3 porno mags. Dee Dee gave me my kiss. 

Anyway, I stayed all eve at Art's, eating a good bologna sandwich and all but 2 slices of a Venus medium royale pizza.

I got to bed (it was raining now) about 11:30 p.m. (guessing).
My toilet and the shower were located outside of my room in an enclosed cubicle, and had to be accessed in the basement proper ─ I had a different door to the outside world, so I never used the basement door except to visit that cubicle, or perhaps check for mail in a special box that was just outside of my basement door. 

I likely ventured to the shower cubicle in just my underwear, for it was just outside of my basement door. However, as happened that morning, there were occasions when I found myself trapped in the damned thing by someone from upstairs coming down into the basement.

The letter I mailed was to U.S. pen-pal Terri Martin. It was certainly trusting of the old gent to ask me to mail the letter he had.

I don't believe that any of those stores I mentioned exist in New Westminster any longer. 

Woodward's was up on Sixth Avenue where the Royal City Centre Mall now is. Fields and Eaton's were down on Columbia Street.

The "Big 16" was a set of steel 'chest-expander' cables.

"Took & Trudy" were Indigenous Canadians I knew from when I worked as a part-timer at a New Westminster charitable organization called S.A.N.E. (Self Aid Never Ends). S.A.N.E. today is called Fraserside Community Services Society.

That is also where I knew Art Smith from ─ he was in his early 40s, and always attempted to coerce me into drinking with him anytime he came upon me. He was married, and had three kids ─ Dee Dee (Angela) was his middle child, a really cute girl of at least eight years.

I have no memory of "old Stu," but I think "Joe" may have been another Indigenous Canadian ─ a young lad of enormous proportions.

Heinz Kirchener was also about Art's age, and someone I had gotten to know through an eight-week full-time course we both found ourselves on, roughly during November/December 1974 ─ the course was called Basic Job Readiness Training (B.J.R.T.).

Back then, the Royal Towers Hotel had a beer parlour or pub, and could be found at Sixth Street & Royal Avenue. Today, it is an apartment building of some sort ─ I have no idea if there is still a pub there. However, it was the very first place I ever had a drink in ─ that was back in 1970 when the age requirement to buy a drink dropped from 21 to 19. I was 20 at the time.

Venus Pizza in New Westminster had the best pizza that I had ever known about. I see from their menu that they still have a Venue Royal pizza.  But of course, that was decades ago ─ things change.

I think that I must have penned the latter part of that entry the following day ─ the portion describing everything that happened when I went downtown. For one thing, the handwriting is too neat to have been written by a drunk. And for another, if I was writing about getting to bed, why would I not know the precise time, and not instead indicate in the journal that I was guessing?
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