Originally Posted by layperson
People are catching the flu left and right here. I too have been having sore throat, coughing, fever and a runny nose. The doctor said I have bronchitis (maybe he just looked at my file and said this since I have a past history of bronchitis almost regularly for the last 3 years). He has given me antibiotics but it has been three days and there is no sign of improvement. I might go see my family doctor tomorrow.
do you have muscle ache? With flu you should have muscle ache. Also with bronchitis, you should cough up mucus but with flu it will be dry.
Originally Posted by Orpheus
do you have muscle ache? With flu you should have muscle ache. Also with bronchitis, you should cough up mucus but with flu it will be dry.
I have muscle ache, but the coughing is weird. Its mostly dry coughing but then there is some mucus once in a while.
by the way layperson, do go see your doctor.. that was not medical advice, I don't wanna go to jail. And sometimes it is difficult to distinguish things just by symptoms alone as ppl manifests differently
Originally Posted by Orpheus
by the way layperson, do go see your doctor.. that was not medical advice, I don't wanna go to jail. And sometimes it is difficult to distinguish things just by symptoms alone as ppl manifests differently
Haha you wont go to jail even if it was medical advice. I know you are not a doctor. So if I take your medical advice as be all and end all then I deserve to die for being so stupid. But thanks for the free advice though. I will go see my family doctor tomorrow. Seriously I hate being this sick.
Breaking News came in a few minutes ago. There's some major blasts in Jakarta...in two hotels. Current report on Yahoo Today (not the following URL) says 9 have been confirmed dead.
Not sure how authentic this is, but received it in the email.
Following is a picture taken by NASA using the hubble telescope. It's for one of the galaxies which forms the shape of an eye every 3000 years. Apparently they've named it "The Eye Of God". I did a Google search on it, and found lots of hits.
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Here is the Wednesday's skyline for Sydney along the harbour. Sydney was again bathed in an eerie glow Saturday as dust from Australia's red desert centre settled over the city for the second time this week.
Here is the Wednesday's skyline for Sydney along the harbour. Sydney was again bathed in an eerie glow Saturday as dust from Australia's red desert centre settled over the city for the second time this week.
That looks awesome. I wish I was there when it happened.
Kim Peek, one of Utah's most celebrated and unusual citizens, died Saturday at the age of 58 from an apparent heart attack.
Kim first leapt into the national and then international spotlight 21 years ago when he was acknowledged as one of the primary inspirations for Dustin Hoffman's character in that year's hit movie, "Rain Man," about a savant.
A savant is an eminent scholar. Scientists and researchers called Kim a "mega-savant" because of his phenomenal knowledge in 15 broad categories, including math, literature, sports, classical music, history and geography. His brain was a literal file cabinet, his prodigious memory photographic, and he stored everything from ZIP codes and road maps, military commanders, a perpetual calendar, every tidbit of sports minutiae he ever read and more. He memorized the Bible, the Book of Mormon, and Doctrine and Covenants in their entirety, along with more than 12,000 other books, his dad said.
At one stage of my life, I so wanted to acquire a brain like him. He was different than other savants because he exhibited creativity when telling jokes or playing music. May God rest his soul in peace.
Oh! Sad news. Zeeshan is there any video on his performance?
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The Daily Campus had sent me to the Wilbur Cross building to cover a blood/bone marrow drive for my first story. A freshman, I fumbled with my notebook and looked for someone to interview. I felt embarrassed and I wanted out, quickly.
I approached the table of people who worked for Save Giovanni’s Friends, an organization that registers bone marrow donors for DKMS Americas, an international donor center. She explained their mission and stressed the need for donors.
I scribbled notes and thanked her as I prepared to hurry out of Wilbur Cross.
“So do you want to sign up?” she asked.
“Uhh, sure,” I said.
I filled out paperwork and they swabbed the inside of my cheek with a Q-Tip. They said the chance of donating proved slim and I would probably never hear from them. I left with a “Registered Donor” card and I forgot about it.
My phone rang two years later during Thanksgiving break. I didn’t recognize the number with the New York area code. The woman on the other end said she represented DKMS and asked if I had received their package.
“What package?” I asked.
My mom came out of the kitchen and put a FedEx envelope on the table and mouthed, “Sorry.” The woman on the phone talked but I heard only two things: they sent the package a week ago, and I might match an 8-year-old girl with acute leukemia who needed a bone marrow transplant.
She asked me to review the materials and talk to my family. When she hung up, I started yelling at my mom.
“Why didn’t you show this to me?” I said.
I fumed, but my mom said she was waiting to tell me. My parents worried about the long-term risks of donating and if I would have to miss school. I understood why she worried. We needed to learn everything and make the decision together.
I read the material and called DKMS one hour later. I said I wanted to do it and agreed to go for additional testing.
I spent the month researching with my parents and talking to my contact at the donor center. I also waited for test results to determine if I matched her perfectly.
I thought about my recipient every day. Walking on the treadmill over winter break, I turned the pages of my “Self Magazine” to a story about a girl contacted by the same donor center, DKMS. She saved a girl who needed bone marrow. Reading that story felt surreal. In the same position, I wanted so badly to help but I began to worry: what if I wasn’t right?
DKMS called one week later. I matched her. My contact explained I could donate through PBSC cells, called a peripheral blood stem cell donation.
She also said I should accept knowing for certain that I would donate. She said my recipient would undergo intense chemotherapy to kill her immune system in preparation for my blood stem cells. She would be susceptible to anything and in the event that she didn’t receive my cells, she would likely die.
I felt scared, sick and worried. I felt so responsible for someone I didn’t even know. I obsessed every day with making sure I donated.
I went for a battery of tests at the Dana-Farber Cancer Institute in Boston to ensure perfect health: an EKG, a chest x-ray, full blood chemistry work-up and an hour- long information session. I didn’t drink alcohol for two weeks prior to donating.
Five days before the big day, I started a medication called Filgrastim. It grew the blood cells in my marrow at a rapid rate and pushed them out into my blood stream for collection. A nurse came to my apartment every morning to inject a dose and record my side-effects, which felt like a hangover and the flu. My hip bones and back ached with deep bone pain but I felt like something incredible grew inside.
I traveled to Boston on Feb. 10 with my mom and boyfriend. A huge snowstorm loomed and I worried about the courier delivering my cells to my recipient on time.
We arrived and I settled into a hospital bed. The nurses inserted a needle into one arm and the blood traveled out of my body into an apheresis machine. It separated out my white blood cells because the stem cells lived there. The rest of my blood traveled back into my body through an IV in my hand. All of the blood in my body traveled through the machine three times and the donation lasted six and a half hours.
I watched as the machine periodically said “harvesting.” It clicked and my stem cells swirled into a bag overhead. I wanted to decorate it with bows and stickers like a present.
I only felt tired while I donated, often falling asleep.
My contact from the hospital visited and said I could write a note to my recipient as long as it stayed confidential. I felt stunned, but not intimidated. I wrote on a piece of printer paper with my free hand. I could only write that I was a 21-year-old girl in college. I kept it short, told her she inspired me. It made me emotional. I keep the words to myself in my head and in my heart.
That afternoon, the snowstorm never came and the donation ended. I said goodbye to the wonderful nurses and took a picture with my bag of cells. I felt exhausted and very dizzy, but relieved.
I hope my cells are coursing through her blood right now and doing their job. I hope her road to recovery began and I hope her family feels some relief.
I can’t say how lucky I am to have walked by the right table at the right time two years ago. I never expected a phone call, but it happened. The experience was life-affirming, emotional and I would do it again in a moment.
The DKMS Americas Web site says only four in 10 patients will ever find a matching donor. More people need to fill the registries. To enter a bone marrow registry, you can research local donor drives or send away for a registration kit. For more information, please visit: www.dkmsamericas.org or www.helpgiovanniguglielmo.org.
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