Ping went the strings
On the canopy of everything.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Ping went the strings
On the canopy of everything.
By Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Most British people in their fifties were vaccinated against Tuberculosis at school.
I was one of those that queued up and got my TB shot.
But how long does it last?
This was the advice researched and copied on 24th July 2021 from London, UK.
Independent advice from the Guardian newspaper.
TB vaccine BCG effective for twice as long as previously thought.
31/08/2017 · Benefits of world’s only vaccine against tuberculosis were underestimated as new findings reveal it protects against the disease for at least 20 years.
American Advice – which is slightly worrying tbh, as a Brit who’s had it.
Vaccines | Basic TB Facts | TB | CDC
TB Vaccine (BCG) Bacille Calmette-Guérin (BCG) is a vaccine for tuberculosis (TB) disease. This vaccine is not widely used in the United States, but it is often given to infants and small children in other countries where TB is common. BCG does not always protect people from getting TB.
United Kingdom of British Isles Advice – We have a National Health System.
BCG tuberculosis (TB) vaccine overview – NHS
It’s less effective in preventing TB that affects the lungs, which is the more common type of TB in adults. Read the patient information leaflet for BCG AJV vaccine (PDF, 272kb) Read the answers to common questions about the BCG TB vaccine. Side effects of the BCG vaccine. Reactions to the BCG vaccine are uncommon and generally mild.
The BCG vaccine contains a weakened strain of TB bacteria, which builds up immunity and encourages the body to fight TB if infected with it, without causing the disease itself. The BCG vaccination is thought to protect up to 80% of people against the most severe forms of TB for at least 15 years, perhaps even up to 60 years.
So why aren’t our NHS testing people with shadows on their lungs for TB??? I know this because I am one of the people who has been in contact with someone who has TB. I went on to have symptoms and diagnosed as COPD, but I’ve never had my sputum tested for tuberculosis because I had a vaccine thirty five years ago.
This worries me. I’m definitely not a doctor but it does interest me because it’s weird.
Just before covid19 hit our countries TB was starting to hit the headlines with a huge transmission in Wales killing at least one person.
A further 80 people in the Llwynhendy area of Llanelli, Carmarthenshire, may have also come in contact with the disease and have been told to attend screenings for the condition in June.
And there was this…the first person to get corona virus 2019 was a Welsh teacher.
Connor Reed, 25, caught the strain while teaching English at a foreign language in a school in Wuhan – the epicenter of the outbreak – at the end of November 2019. As stated by the Evening Standard in May 2020.
This all adds up to some questions for me…What about you?
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the geography of the United Kingdom, it includes Wales.
Through frustration and tears I write but couldn’t feel less like writing.
Sounds coming from outside remind me of lives being lived to the fullest whilst I painfully pace the length of the flat to stop my muscles from wasting completely.
In April 2020 the health minister kindly apologised to Polypropylene mesh implant sufferers and promised our care would change. For some people, it has. They’ve been referred to removal clinics and have made a recovery.
Unfortunately, some of us, are falling through NHS guidelines and our GPs seem unable to get us on the correct pathway for treatment. It has now been three years since my implanting surgeon recommended my implanted TVT be removed.
In the past year my dedicated GP has referred me out and seen me returned back to her by three Gynae consultants. I’m so grateful that she continues to understand my concerns and push for me.
I suppose, like any bad conservation job, it’s difficult to find someone afterwards to sort out a satisfactory outcome. The hold up is simply put. There is a shortage of surgeons to remove the mesh.
I’m tired of being in pain. I’m tired of being tired. I’m bored at a level no one understands. I’m frustrated beyond what I thought was possible and I see no end.
What do I see? I see a future of dealing with it.
And, I am starting, just starting to do it.
Before, I was clinging on to recovery and getting my life back again. I’m realising and adapting in my mind to the real fact that I am going to be stuck like this; sat accessorized in adult nappies, lording it around trying to look hot in a wheelchair.
Tears sting my eyes when I say I didn’t deserve this. But, none of us did. The guy who came to the hospital to get his hernia repair, the woman who got her bladder fixed or myself who got the TVT mesh implanted during a necessary hysterectomy, none of us deserves what’s happened.
Of course, in this life no one promised me a life without pain. One isn’t born feeling fantastic. In fact it’s the complete opposite isn’t it? From our first tooth cutting into tender baby gums to our last poop being forced out of a dry arse; life is full of pain.
It’s different when the pain is not experienced by everyone. I’m obviously conflicted on this as essentially, no one promised me life would not have pain.
I suppose I’m saying I need to start getting out, using the wheelchair if I need to, and living my life again regardless of the TVT. There is zero point in waiting for removal as the health services have more important people to deal with.
So, it’s still me and my TVT.
Thanks for reading.
Remember school days? Those days our elders told us we’d miss? I don’t but I have started thinking more about education as I get older. It is no easy task to manipulate children into good behaviour.
A popular punishment at school, after corporal punishment was made illegal, were English writing chores. The irony of this is not lost on me.
I was a smart arse in the 1970s and 1980s. Accepting ‘smart arse status’ in adulthood helps me to understand why I was punished. How many children were forced to read the British encyclopedias their parents were conned into buying?
Starting school late resulted in my adoption of terrible social skills. My short sightedness wasn’t discovered until half way through my middle school which led to unintentional trouble. Labelled a cheat, I’d copy other student’s work when teachers chalked information up on the blackboard.
The first punishment I remember was the unforgiving wooden ruler across my outstretched hand. Anyone going through this punishment will know it ‘builds character’ – a strange British term – conjuring up the courage to hold out your palm for the second and third will help harden one’s soul. I’m glad it’s illegal now.
The bad deed which warranted the violence against me? I was mixing paints. Unfortunately making a brown mess when I was trying to make white paint. At six years old I’d read about light spectrums but hadn’t realised how bad paints were as a medium for experimenting with light.
By the time in was secondary school my smart questions were annoying, and the punishments too. My least favorite was being given thousand word essays on arbitrary things like The Life of a Penny in Teacher’s Pocket or similar themed story, such as The Life of a Cocktail Stick in a Kitchen Cupboard.
As a child, with little experience of life, trying to fill pages with fiction outside of lesson time was punishing. I’d yearn for the simple ‘five hundred line’ tasks heaped on my fellow students. I was so proud of achieving the essay word counts and so devastated by the teacher’s criticisms or lack of feedback.
Towards the last term of school I found the courage to ask for lines instead of essays. I remember the joy of carbon paper (this copied what was written on the top sheet) and sticking pens together so each line was repeated enabling faster completion.
When my children attended school, in the 1990s/2000s, isolation was the school’s line of punishment. Forcing the ‘disruptive’ children to stay in a room in isolation from their friends is punishment but with other disruptive children it is cruel.
For myself, I think the inconvenience and pain of writing lines was a good punishment. Being smacked across the palm with a wooden ruler was sadistic, unnecessarily cruel and ineffective. I suspect the written essays were to entertain the teachers and to stop my questions, which is why I eventually disappointed them.
What punishments were popular at your school and do you remember why?
Inspired by a Zega & Evans song, released in the 1960s, called ‘In the Year 2525’.
The 2525 Pilgrimage by Samantha “unextraordinarybint” Harris
Centuries since Corona Virus Alpha hit Earth devastating our population, I sit here using a rusty blade, scraping marks in hope that I won’t be discovered by our monitors. We use this ancient fridge for storing clothing; working well for keeping moths out, my up-bringers and I sharing it. Now, it will bare these words for history.
At school, we’re told our ancestors used the fridges to keep carcasses fresh. It was a time when humans battled with each other, spoiling the planet with poisonous weapons. A time when people murdered Earth’s other inhabitants; selfishly eating animals, using them as a source of protein, they’d manufacture products from their carcases and enjoyed wearing animal skins, even using bones for medicinal broths and industrial glues.
I’ve never known a cold fridge. The harnessing of electrical power was outlawed for humans in 2050. For our safety, AI automatic droids maintain our planet’s electrical grids. Distribution and supply is strictly rationed to Necessary For Life organisations and not squandered by people.
I’m told my ‘need to create’ is an escalation of my illness, so I must be cautious. I’m a committed New Beginning Believer but the evilness of bad mental health remains. Managing to physically scrape one word a day has taken discipline. My addiction craves more, risking raising my heart rate to a detectable level.
Weeks after the Corona Virus Zeta variant attacked the planet in June 2030 a cohort study showed how vulnerable humans became when out of their homes. As a major medical discovery it saved billions of lives but had not been welcomed by all. Deadly violent protests spread across the world faster than the virus, destroying cities and towns, cutting utilities and leaving land scorched with fire.
It is history now, how it was necessary for AI to oversee human health for The Common Good and the protection of our species and our solar system. Our homes, for our safety, had to become human cages.
Robots now distribute our care, limiting human error. Armoured vehicles travel streets delivering water tablets and nutrition, monitoring our vital signs so we rarely starve if we are viable. Thankful, we watch through holes we’ve piped into the hives on our windows.
Foxes, snakes, sheep, wolves and deer roam outside our homes on cracked tarmac. The grass verges, left to grow naturally, encouraging wildlife, are now host to the genetic insects released to combat stray humans carrying disease. Building nests and hives around us they are able to monitor movements keeping AI informed of our well being.
State television transmits a basic program service with special entertainment on Saturday nights. Generally television informs us of how the latest health programme progresses, which locations are expecting the Build Back Better vaccination robots and the daily birth rate over death rate graph.
International Communications are impossible for most since the satellites were, for our safety, reconfigured using the same space drones that humans had invented for mining exploration. Anti vaccination terrorists had to be stopped from using the networks to organise resistance and had been blocking The New Beginning Faith broadcasts.
Automatic trucks collect human waste weekly from each street moving it to a collection point where it’s transported by crane into giant airships run on biofuel. These craft transport the sweet smelling load to the ocean where it is released for the marine life to feed upon. Diet, controlled by AI, allows us to now produce nutrient rich waste which is useful until our deaths.
Few natural humans, other than royalty, can safely move around outside. We don’t have the genetic makeup. Crane drivers have outside protective freedoms. Having a skill AI can’t master, they bare witness to how the Build Back Better system is working. I’m assigned a crane operator as my lover. I pray we’ll be fruitful.
Gratefully, I’m able to leave home once in a lifetime. I’ve been researching my Life Pathway Journey on the battery run Ethernet computer. It will be so exciting to see The London Eye. One has to be patient as the current female pilgrimage age is the first month after one’s fifty-fifth birthday.
I pray I will still be considered worthy.
Comments on the medical device TVT mesh.
There is some talk of TVT mesh implants and how they have ruined women’s lives around the globe, but not enough, in my opinion, as it’s a scandal.
It’s development is interesting. The TVT’s inventor piloted the initial study on sheep. Unfortunately, the gentleman died but his work was continued…He worked for Johnson & Johnson. They recognised the monetary value in a product which would cause problems for life…and also supply Tena lady.
TVT is a questionable treatment for an ‘out of control’ bladder after childbirth and it was promoted as ‘the gold standard solution’.
It was designed to be implanted for life. Essentially it is a long tape placed around the bladder. It replaced existing operations and saved an hour in theatre.
It’s made from polypropylene plastic mesh – the same material the marine life have problems with.
The TVT is wrapped, blindly with needles, around the outside of the vagina, under the bladder and through the pelvic bone – if you are lucky the surgeons will miss your skene gland, rectum and clitoris.
It ought to be mentioned, originally it was designed for ‘awake’ patients so the tension could be adjusted.
I want to go back to the pilot though. I’m assuming that they used the TVT mesh on sheep who’d previously given birth AND who accidentally wet themselves. I pity the research student whose job it was to find suitable candidates for study.
How many days were really spent finding pissy sheep?
A problem with TVT mesh, is as the plastic gets older it shrinks. It can make penetrative sex difficult/impossible and generally it causes severe pain as your other organs move against it.
How did they research the sexual element with sheep? Assuming they bothered.
And then, how would the researchers extrapolate the data? I’m thinking all the comforting cups of tea in China will not get a sheep talking. And, were the sheep checked afterwards to see if they were still dribbling? Did they put smelling salts under their noses to induce a sneeze?
There is also the bipedal thing…I know it’s small but surely an important factor?
How could they check if the sheep could lift something? A sheep has never worked in it’s life.
Whatever, I await removal.
Thanks for reading.
Edited to add cartoon and to say coincidence or not (day after I posted this piece) the media have covered many personal stories as news regarding mesh implants. But they are muddying the waters by suggesting these implants are biological. They are not all mesh is synthetic or synthetic based polypropylene. Also,, there is some suggestion that the implants have just not been fitted correctly…no, it is more than that so all these pieces people are being fed in the media have been bent out of shape to stop the blame falling at the medical devices doorstep – where it firmly belongs.
The war machine swims unseen
It slides, drifts in between
Hammer, hammer, hammer
Push, push, push
Making their need a must
Jobs for the many
Death for the due
It could be me
It could be
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There is a woman called Ruby Wax.
A more lovely woman you would not see.
She has cheeks of red which glow, and she hates them so.
Excitable she be and there are none funnier than she.
In earlier days she travelled around England to circumvent our inhabitants.
With Hit and Run, she met me.
Robert Lenkievitz’s model was I with breasts that you could anchor a ship on.
A study of St. Anthony found me naked on the BBC.
The next day, at my work, Boss was grinning like a jerk.
By lunchtime she’d made me coffee and then slyly asked me.
Yes, it was me.
Modelling naked on the TV.
Better though, I said, glowing rather red, was being interviewed by Ruby Wax.
I was immortalised on canvas and TV and that history could haunt me.
But proud, eventually, I would become; of my breasts, nipples and bum.
Meeting Ruby Wax who is a comedy best was the making of that assignment for me.
Afterwards, she went down to Longleat, for tea.
I went back to my bar, as the maid I really was, then I got fired because I’d posed naked for The Painter. See? One rule for one and another for me.
Now, I have Ruby Wax on my Facebook but she does not know that I was the body on which one of her episodes did close.
Thanks for reading.
https://youtu.be/TqlN3zJUWEY – you tube links are rather unreliable in UK so you could search for,
“Ruby Wax meets Robert Lenkiewicz in Plymouth, 1990. Hit and Run. “
Thanks for your time.
It took a year for this program to air – hence the two job reactions.
Ancestors tell me
In voices clear
Be close, but not near.
For centuries they took us
Never seen again
Ancient bones remain hidden
Under greed, envy and pain.
Wrath settles in dust.
Waken state they wake
Soldiers shoulders wide
Enemies show their scales
Poking the bear on the line.
Snakes rattle and spit
Ancestors remind me of it
Pirates of Barbary
Fair freedoms fought
Hold children safe
Whilst history is untaught
As we move into darkness
I hold to brotherly faith
I remember the contest but
Never the race.
By Samantha Harris
This is an extremely important pagan site.
They closed it off saying they were going to redo the carpark.
However, there is zero access to the public now and it looks like they are redeveloping.
Zero public consultation.
This land is our land!
I’m looking into some bits for research and come across this Bible passage.
It has undergone many changes over the centuries.
I like King James version but I suspect believers have their own take.
All the versions are fascinating and say something of the time they are in.
They are all to do with offering meat or grain to God but ensuring it had salt.
Does God have a savoury snack thing going on?
In my country, UK, we have a very popular saying, “I’ll take that with a pinch of salt.”
It means that what you are being presented with is not worth believing.
Funny, as both that saying and the Bible were made/printed and published in England, UK.
Many people have told me that because I live in England I must be a Christian. No, we lived UNDER Christainity for centuries but now the law and the Church are separate.
Most people in the UK are pagan or atheist. The rest is divided by the many surviving different sects of Christianity and other fashionable religions.
Stone Henge is still our cultural spiritual home. Wood Henge, close by, reminds us of the movement/growth of faiths and how they change.
Most of what people read about UK is propaganda. It’s like the shock I got when I went to Israel. The media lie.
Religion has it’s place but it should be taken for what it is, words written by humans.
Leviticus is saying something with this passage and I believe it’s about not taking it too seriously…
Thanks for reading.
By the way, I was researching, ‘How to Make Bible Cake”, when I found the passage.
Could be a good covid19 challenge for you all – boredom is a good motivator.
“I was just showering and reached down and suddenly noticed a bulge” “I had no idea something was wrong until my doctor examined me and told me I have a stage 2 cystocele” “I started feeling heaviness in my pelvis, then was wiping after I went to the bathroom, and noticed something was there!” Pelvic […]5 Common myths about Pelvic Organ Prolapse
Reblogged from this amazing site for women.
This is not written by me. Just shared by me.
Today started very grey.
The whiteness surrounded the tower block I live in.
But during the day it got nicer and nicer until this evening, when it became stunning.
Have a wonderful evening folks. It is Guy Fawkes night for the folks of England, I expect to see some celebrations but small scale because of the Lock down.
Freedom and happiness for ever! Stay safe!