American Sirens by Kevin Hazzard

Nov. 9th, 2025 03:20 am
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This is the story of the invention of street medicine.

In Pittsburg, in the 1960s, there was an establishment that was called "Freedom House" that helped black people find jobs. They were approached by a foundation that wanted them to take on a more ambitious project. That more ambitious project involved collaborating with a doctor who was pioneering emergency medicine to do street medicine.

At this point in time, ambulance services were run by the police, the fire department, or funeral homes. The goal was to get people to the hospital as quickly as possible. No one necessarily rode in the back with the patients to make sure they were okay.

Dr. Peter Safar had read a paper that the breath being exhaled still had quite a bit of oxygen in it, and he invented CPR. He wanted to teach CPR to just about anyone. The medical establishment did not like this because medicine was too special to teach just anyone.

He had bigger dreams of civilians learning even more medicine and riding in specialized ambulances equipped with medical equipment. He took on his first class of civilians in the late 1960s and trained them for nine months and let them serve the black community in a part of Pittsburg. At this point, that community started to receive better care than everyone else in Pittsburg.

Then, Pittsburg elects a populist mayor who is trying to cut government and feels a bit Trumpian. The Mayor Peter Flaherty wantsed to give the money to the police, even though the police had a lot less medical training.

A new doctor is brought in to run Freedom House, and she trains them even further. She goes on to write the curriculum that is used by paramedics around the country.

The story in this book revolves around three central characters. John Moon is one of the paramedics who works at Freedom House. Doctor Peter Safar is a pioneer in anesthesiology and emergency manager. He saw Narcan being used to reverse anesthesia, and he decided to try it on overdoses in the early 1970s. I didn't realize Narcan had been around that long. Doctor Nancy Caroline comes in to run Freedom House during Flaherty's tenure as mayor, writes the training material used for all paramedics, and then goes on to do some disaster medicine around the world.

This book was excellent.

There is also a Netflix documentary about this.
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Dear Frank-
My boyfriend knew I was a PostSecret fan and a couple of days before Christmas this was in a package on my porch. It was the most thoughtful and unexpected gift. Thanks Rod and Frank!
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All 6 PostSecret books are available from Amazon, Barnes & Noble or your favorite Independent bookstore. Order now in time for Christmas.
(PostSecret books from other countries can be tough to find online.)

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Nov. 8th, 2025 11:52 pm
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Man, it's been four days and we are both still sick. Worse, not better. It was really difficult getting through my shift today. We're both sitting here coughing and groaning and blowing our noses.

Tomorrow we have to go to the grocery store, because we're out of everything, and we also have DnD. Although Blair said earlier that if she's not feeling a lot better, she might propose that we postpone our session. Honestly? I'd be alright with that.

And on Monday she's supposed to have her friend over for a movie and pizza to celebrate her friend's birthday. Not sure if that will still be happening, either.

We need to buy our plane tickets for the trip we're taking to spent New Years with my parents, but like? With this government shutdown, will there even be any flights? Are there any tickets available anymore as it is, or did everyone panic-buy their holiday airfare? Will we just get canceled anyway? I'm afraid to even look at prices and availability.

I had intended to work on my Fandom Trumps Hate fic, but I can't concentrate on anything. I have no energy. My whole body aches. And holy moly it's cold. "Welcome to the Midwest, everyone says." It's 30 degrees now and the weather app keeps saying it might snow, because it's been raining on and off all day and there could be more precipitation tonight.

I think I am going to take a hot bath and then curl up and watch Frankenstein. Blair's already gone to bed.

Postcards & Emails

Nov. 9th, 2025 12:07 am
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Dear Frank,

Last week you were speaking in Portland, Oregon.  I walked in a little late to a very crowded room. You said a few words, a few more and then, suddenly, I recognized my words:

15 years-ago . . . adoption . . . 1 year-ago . . . trick or treating . . .

Tears sprang to my eyes. You were reading MY secret.  And I heard it. Everyone heard it. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest I was certain everyone could hear it too. I wanted to yell out “That’s my secret!”

I went home later, after buying a few books, and told my husband that you read my secret to hundreds of people. He smiled and hugged me.  I asked him if he wanted to know what it was.  He said; “No, a whole room full of strangers knows, and that’s enough.”

Thank you.

 

—–Email—–

Dear Frank,

I mailed in one of the secrets that made it into your book, PostSecet Confessions on Life, Death and God. Mine reads-

“When another woman steals your man, the best revenge is to let her keep him.”

Funny story, my ex-husband’s wife (the other woman) dropped my kids off at my house last week and saw my PostSecret book in the kitchen. She exclaimed,

“I love that book! Have you seen the one about stealing another person’s man? That one’s my favorite!”

She had no idea it was about her.


—–Email—–

Two weeks ago I was placed in a psych ward for attempting to take my own life. I was sitting alone until another boy came up to me and simply said, “You’re not the most fucked up person anymore.” For the first time in my life I didn’t feel like I was the only one struggling.

—–Email—–

Frank,
The message about the girl in the psychiatric hospital with the boy who let her in on the secret that she isn’t alone. I’m the girl. I sent you that 8 years ago. Two week after my suicide attempt. It stopped me in my tracks to see it again. I sent it to you on a whim. I can’t remember why. I struggled hard for a few years after this. I struggle still but am stable now. Thank you for honoring me and all of us in what you do.

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Classic Secrets

Nov. 9th, 2025 12:05 am
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Hi Frank,

Several months ago, I sent in a secret on an image cutout of Mariana by Sir John Everett Millias. Mariana loses the man she loves and, consumed by the grief of unrequited love, she lives a life of loneliness.

For years, I have been struggling severely with depression, anxiety, and thoughts of suicide as I work through past trauma and a heartbreak. Sending in the secret was a major crack in my healing– a radical acceptance of where my life is. An acknowledgement that I lost something so great and I may spend my life waiting for something that will never come; A solidarity with Mariana. A deep sadness arose within me as I created the card and dropped it in the mail. While I did not receive a miraculous healing from sharing my secret, it allowed me to feel something- anything- which I had been denying myself.

Then something strange happened recently: The Fate of Ophelia by Taylor Swift was released. Swift credits Millias’ painting Ophelia as her inspiration, which, itself, is an interpretation of Ophelia from Shakespeare’s Hamlet. As I learned of the similarities between our inspirations, it was like the Universe winked at me. But Swift turns the fate of her muse around and does not allow grief consume her.

PostSecret and Taylor Swift have given me strength to keep moving. I am just going to keep putting one foot in front of the other and not allow myself to become a female tragedy. I can turn my own fate around.

Thank you!

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Photos: Charleston Food Forest

Nov. 8th, 2025 10:53 pm
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Today we visited the Charleston Food Forest, Coles County Community Garden, and Lake Charleston. These are the food forest pictures. What started out as a beautiful fall day, sunny and cool, clouded over by the time we got out of the house. So the lighting isn't great, but at least the pictures look okay. (Continue with the community garden and the lake.)

Walk with me ... )
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YES YES YES.

SciShow did a collab with Tom Lum and ESOTERICA and delivered a deep dive into the history of the relationship of chemistry and alchemy and the politicization of the distinction between the two: "In Defense of Alchemy" (2025 Oct 17).

I cannot tell you how much I loved this and what a happy surprise this was. It ties into a whole bunch of other things I passionately want to tell you about that have to do with epistemology, science, and politics (and early music) but I didn't expect to be able to tie chemistry/alchemy in to it because I had neither the chops nor the time to do so. But now, some one else has done this valuable work and tied it all up with a bow for me. I'm thrilled.

Please enjoy: 45 transfiguring minutes about the history of alchemy and chemistry and what you were probably told about it and how it is wrong.

Photos: Lake Charleston

Nov. 8th, 2025 10:47 pm
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Today we visited the Charleston Food Forest, Coles County Community Garden, and Lake Charleston. These are the lake pictures, thus meeting my fall goal for birdwatching / leafpeeping. (Begin with the food forest, community garden.)

Walk with me ... )
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I have been dealing with some health stuff. I recently got a somewhat heavy medical diagnosis. It's nothing life-threatening, and of yet I have only had the mildest of symptoms, and seem to be responding well to treatment, but it's a bummer. My new specialist seems to be fantastic, so that's good.

Meanwhile, I have also finally started having a medical problem I've been anticipating ever since my back went wonky three years ago: my wrists have finally started crapping out. Because I cannot tolerate sitting for long, I have been using my laptop on a rig that holds it over me on my bed. But this means I haven't been using my ergonomic keyboard because it's not compatible with this rig. I'm honestly surprised it's taken this long for my wrists to burst into flames again, but HTML and other coding has always been harder on my arms than simple text, and the research and writing I've been doing on Latin American geopolitics has been a lot of that. And while I can use dictation for text*, it's useless for HTML or anything that involves a lot of cut-and-paste. Consequently, I've gotten really behind on all my writing, both here and my clinical notes.

So I ordered a NocFree split wireless keyboard in hopes that it will be gentler on my arms. It arrived last night, and I have been relearning how to touch type, only with my arms at my side and absolutely not being able to see the keyboard.

You would not believe how long it took me to type this, but it's all slowly coming back. Also, I feel the need to share: I'm doing this in emacs. Which feels like a bit of a high wire act, because errors involving meta keys could, I dunno, reformat my hard drive or crash the electrical grid.

Here's hoping I get the hang of this before I break the backspace key from overuse or accidentally launch a preemptive nuclear strike on Russia.

* If, you know, I don't too dearly value my sanity.
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Wet, slushy, sloppy snow is not out of the ordinary. Neither is bracing wind. Bleh! Very glad I made the last outdoor farmers market of the year this morning, before the weather went the expected route on us.

I do *not* envy anyone running the marathon tomorrow...! The snow isn't expected to stick, but still.
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The Were Chronicles by Alma Alexander is probably one of my favorite books I’ve read recently. It’s actually three books bundled together, the individual ones being Random, Wolf and Shifter. The introduction posits that it’s a work of ‘Hard Fantasy’, in that the shapeshifting is based on science (the author is a molecular biologist). It’s also a lot more grounded than a lot of fantasy as the book explores the impact of werecreatures on culture, society and on science. (I wouldn’t call it soft sci-fi either, as that always reminds me of Doctor Who, where this is more like Ursula LeGuin playing with urban fantasy tropes.)

Each month, the Were people shift into animal form. It’s not a great existence; they don’t remember their transformations, and have to be kept in cages, lest they run off or hurt people. However, their people are still proud of their heritage and live in large clans that support each other. During adolescence, Weres imprint on an animal that they will turn into for about three days (about the length of a full moon) for the rest of their lives. In a world that reminded me a bit of how the X-Men were treated, Weres are regulated by the government. Weres that don’t have anyone to help them during their transformations are imprisoned in horrific institutions, and there are drugs you can take to suppress (but not completely stop) one’s transformation.

The first book in the collection, Random, is the story of Jazz. As her brother desperately tries to trigger his own transformation as a rite of passage, Jazz’s own transformation is triggered - and she shifts into a human male that resembles her older brother! I was expecting an exploration of gender identity, but it’s really a story of immigrant identity. The focus of the book is a character study of Jazz’s older sister, Celia, her death, and the impact on her family. Jazz reads her sister’s journals and privately blogs about her reaction to them in her internet journal. Celia’s story is about fleeing Eastern Europe, as violence against Weres increases, immigrating to America and trying to fit in. Horror elements are subtly explored through the Turning Houses (where shifters are compulsorily imprisoned by the government each full moon) and the tragic bullying that Celia faces at school. I thought Jazz’s story was largely overshadowed by her sister’s, and yet this thread anchors the entire trilogy.

Wolf is the story of Mal, Jay’s brother. During the events of the first book, he ‘cheats’ to trigger his transformation into a wolf, or Lycan. (He’s friends with ‘Chalky’, a mysterious shifter who can turn into any animal, and he can control and keep his human mind during the transformation, unlike the after Weres. And when Chalky bites Mal, he triggers Mal’s transformation into a wolf.) Now Mal is a member of one of the oldest and most mysterious Were clans. The Lycans come for him and indoctrinate him into their society - and they’re all biologists! Mal is taken to the compound and trained in basic labwork. Each month, Mal enters the wolf sanctuary in wolf form. This is probably one of the most original werewolf society studies I’ve read about. It’s a social story about Mal finding a place in the Lycan society and culture when he’s an outsider to such a closed and cliquey group, obsessed with research, family bloodlines and academia. It’s also about a younger generation rising up and challenging the status quo. This was my favourite story in the book.

Shifter is the story of Chalky (alias Saladin) Mal’s friend, who can shift into any shape. He starts off using it for mischief, and then by the end of the book is involved in a full-blown spy plot against the religious authoritarian movement that’s cracking down on Weres.

Overall, I loved the world-building and the character studies. Alexander’s background as a scientist underlies the trilogy, grounding the story in interesting ways. Especially with extracts of academic reports and papers sprinkled through the books. Probably my main caveat is that Alexander spends a chunk of the second book covering the events of the first, and most of the last book covering the events of the second from Chalky’s point of view. It’s fantastic from a character perspective, but by the time we catch up to events, the plot becomes a bit squished, and could have used longer to explore the intrigue that Chalky gets involved in. Anyway, it was a fascinating dive into ‘Hard Fantasy’ and a highly recommended read, particularly if you want to read a book that explores werecreatures in a different light.


30 in 30: Doctor Who

Nov. 8th, 2025 02:47 pm
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AO3 Link | In the Flesh (100 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Doctor Who
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Donna Noble, Jack Harkness
Additional Tags: Drabble, First Meetings
Summary:

Donna and Jack Meet






"Jack Harkness?"

The man flashed a brilliant smile at the lovely lady asking if that was his name. "In the flesh."

"At least you have clothes on this time," the woman sighed. "Donna Noble. We have a friend, a bit of a madman with a blue box, in common."

"Ahh, I see. And… clothes?" Jack asked, the smile only shading toward a bit more professional.

"Bored one night, asked to see the kind of people that had been idiotic enough to get in the box." She then smiled warmly. "You were the only one in the buff."

"Hope you enjoyed."

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Nov. 8th, 2025 09:22 pm
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I keep meaning to write about nice things, hopeful things, but instead things at work improved and then deteriorated in this very bizarre, time limited way. I find myself thinking my biggest obstacle at work is actually my own psyche, my own issues and complexes and anxiety, and trying to work through that. So, some meandering navel gazing.

work clusterfuck mostly )

Birthday Reflection

Nov. 8th, 2025 01:05 pm
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It was my birthday last week, and thank you for all the good wishes I received.

Hot Water

Nov. 7th, 2025 08:41 pm
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Last month, when we installed the stove, the propane got shut off.  That happens when one needs to cut into the pipe!  After which the hot water heater never got re-lit.  There was so much to do I just put it off till after our Alaska trip.  There is hot water out at the 5th wheel and LOTS of things were more important.  Coming home I was so sick that it took a week for me to be well enough to try draining and relighting the heater.  I tried to relight it multiple times and could never even see the pilot light get started.  I took the propane line off and verified that there indeed was gas flowing.  Also verified which way the valve opened.  I vacuumed out the regulator in case a speck of dirt had gotten in the line.  Still no pilot light ignition. I also couldn't figure out how to break the airlock in the tank and drain it. It's been 3 years and I'm supposed to drain the thing every other year. So I called the plumber.  I really like my plumber, and his son as well.  His son is taking over the business due to his dad's ill health.  I was fortunate to get both of them. They patiently walked me through the "drain the tank" steps, and then had me light the pilot.   It turns out that I had missed one crucial step in pilot lighting.  That was to get my head down at floor level so I could see through the tiny 1 inch window  and back 5 or 6 inches to where the pilot light was.  I got close on my own, but didn't quite get my eye level with the window.  ARRGH! I bet the pilot light was lit from the first try on!
On the tank draining I'm really glad they walked me through it.  It isn't hard.  What I missed.  Opening the valve on the pressure release pipe.  The valve is a little flip switch.  I probably wouldn't have gotten a little bucket under the pressure release pipe either, which would have made a mess.  They used a 1# coffee container.  What I didn't know was the final step of refilling the tank where it is important to open a faucet in the house to release air.  All the steps are now written down and we have had glorious hot water for three days now!!! 

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