Monday, July 23, 2018

The Case for the Ablative

   Forgive me, Alma Doran, if I don't get this quite right. It was a long time ago, but I remember the first assignment we had in Latin class was to be able to recite the 5 grammatical cases: Nominative, Genitive, Dative, Accusative and Ablative.
   The Ablative Case is the irregular perfect passive participle of the word "auferre," which means to carry away, to express motion away from something. I believe that the translation to English always included the word "had." The Ablative case was probably the most difficult to translate, as it denoted the case of nouns, pronouns, or adjectives  in passive sentences or action described by a verb.
     The word Ablative itself is an adjective describing a particular grammatical case. The noun form of the word would be Ablation, which expresses motion away from something, a taking away or removing of something.
     In the field of medicine there are various methods of removing the unwanted. Cutting it out with a knife is one way, extreme heat as in radiofrequency ablation is another and extreme cold as in cryothermal ablation still another.
                      "Some say the world will end in fire.
                       Some say in ice."
                                                     Robert Frost thought either would suffice.

Moon Landing Apollo 11

Well-baby checkup at Dr. Grattan's office in Waterford. Dr. Grattan came out into the waiting room to invite everyone into his office to see the event.  I held her up to see, but I don't suppose she remembers, since she was 9 weeks old. She weighed 10 lbs. 14 ounces and was 24 inches tall.

Friday, July 20, 2018

Aqua Ducks

   It was a  beautiful summer day and we  decided to use the passes that Dorothy's friend, "P." had won in an early morning radio trivia contest. He had no interest in going so off we went to the Port of Albany and boarded the Duck Boat for, first, a tour of the city of Albany and then the water tour. Dorothy, Snookie, Barbara, and I.
   The land tour was fairly smooth, though some of the streets were cobblestones and the old converted tank or whatever it was didn't have much in the way of shock absorbers. The transition to the water was another matter, quite a bumpy transition from wheeled vehicle  to boat. When we boarded, I started to feel a little queasy, not having much skill as a swimmer. I asked where the life preservers were, and that seemed to be a joke question. But underneath our seats were black plastic bags that the captain told us contained life jackets. No one looked of course, but to me the bags seemed very difficult to open and don the contents. But nothing untoward could happen on such a nice day; the other passengers seemed relaxed and comfortable.
   When we were quite far out on the river, a sudden storm arose and swept over the boat, with sheets of cold rain gusting across our vessel.  One of the passengers attempted to unfurl a boat-length canvas curtain which was attached around a pole at the bottom meant to hold the curtain down, but the pole slipped out and was lost at sea, so to speak. The captain was visibly irked at the loss; attempts to retrieve it soon failed.
  It took a while for him to bring the duckboat back to the dock; the boat's engine sputtered, died, but then kicked back in. We were cold and wet by then and went into the Port of Albany restaurant for lunch, hoping it would warm us up. The host who greeted us was Mark V. a former teacher. He did not seem surprised at our adventure. He said that just yesterday the Coast Guard had to rescue the Duckboat's passengers, and that was a fairly frequent occurence.

Saturday, July 14, 2018

Cross Words!

  I was just remarking, to myself as usual, that no one reads anymore. Of course that's a little bit of hyperbole, but it it seems all too true. The thought was inspired by my rifling through a brochure at a doctor's office, a 6-sided multi-colored edition put out by Albany Advanced Imaging, an affiliate of St Peter's Health Partners.
   Considerable thought and expense undoubtedly went into preparing the brochure, which must have been distributed to scores of offices. If each office received 100 such brochures, the total printed may number well into the tens of thousands. So wouldn't you think the printing company would have been overseen by Albany Imaging and that measures would have been taken to invest in first-class proofreaders.But obviously not.
  At one time, I worked as a proofreader for the New York State Regents Department, and am well aware of the proofreading process. Proofreading is not just a look-it-over exercise; the proofing process is composed of several formal steps and the goal is to detect all errors or redundancies and present a product that is 100% free of any mistakes or misperceptions.
  I looked through the little brochure, "Your Medical Imaging Experts," and noticed minor lapses in subject-verb agreement, omission of articles before nouns, and random sentence fragments. Nothing too striking until I came to one of the highlighted sections with the heading, "LOSE DOSE CT."
That caught my attention--what the heck is a lose dose? But the following sentences referred to LDCT, Low-Dose CT scanning which can detect disease before (ahead of ) apparent symptoms. I figured that, unless there actually is such a thing as a "lose dose" the proofer must have nodded off for a while. But to have gone to the time and expense to prepare a widely-distributed health handout and find an absurdity with such a negative connotation should be of importance to someone. But then, my point is that nobody reads anymore. An executive decision  contracts for an agency to construct  a compendium of medical advice, send it to the printer, and distribute it to the pertinent medical offices.  Nobody cares what it says as nobody reads. But the project is done. And somebody covers the cost.
  At home that same night, I was doing the Word Jumble in the paper and had the thought that there must never be an error in those words. Just imagine what would happen if those letters could not be arranged into a word. The Horror! And  that train of thought extended to crossword puzzle constructors. I remarked, again to myself, that  I'd  never encountered a mistake in either:
        UNTIL TODAY
           Bored, I turned to "The Daily Crossword" in today's July 14 T.U.  allegedly by Andrew J. Reis.  The first thing I noticed was that there is no 7 Across clue.No 14 Across.  No 13 Down  or 14 Down either. As a matter of fact, there are 121 Down Spaces in the puzzle and 127 Acrosses, while the Clues number only to 63 Across and 57 Down. Evidently someone failed to match the Clues with the correct Grid.
        Nothing is sacred anymore.



 
 










Friday, July 13, 2018

New Word Order (Didja ever notice?)

 You can listen to media accounts and reports and chances are you will not hear the word "before."  Another perfectly good and succinct in meaning vocabulary word has succumbed to media trendiness. Just as the word "yes" pretty much disappeared as an answer to any question, being replaced by full sentences:
"I was. I did . I will. I have." 
   Currently you are much more likely to not hear the word "Before" in any construct.  The in-terminology is "Ahead of":
    Trump will not address the investigation ahead of his meeting with Putin. 
    I will not answer your question of what might occur if Plan A is followed ahead of Plan A's actually occurring.
     "Ahead of " may have been popularized and so largely attributable to Sarah Sanders as she has used the term approximately a million times to deflect answers from the press, but the term has morphed into general use.  People seem to tire of basic vocabulary terms and look to the media for a change.  I could comment more on the subject but I don't want to get ahead of myself.

Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Hey, Little Snake...

...Don't mean to be cruel but you should have stayed
in the grass.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

"Those were the days, my friend,...

....We thought they'd never end."    But they do, and they did.  Dave thought nothing of jumping in the car and driving to Fenway to meet David, and watch the Red Sox. (Second picture)

Word of the Day

Vlei 
Herb Terns, in his OUTDOORS  column, used the word "vlei"  not once, but three times. I thought for a while I must be reading George Will.

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Still hot

July 3, 2018 at 4:00 p.m.

Monday, July 2, 2018

Guilderland to Valley Falls

Dorothy's pomegranate tree seems to be flourishing in its outdoor setting.

Official Heat Wave

2:30 p.m. July 2, 2018

Dream on.

Last night in dreams, not unpleasant, an involved and complicated compendium  in which my spirit animal appeared to be a newt or salamander. 

Sunday, July 1, 2018

Second Opinion

  When the doctor delivers the diagnosis of a disease, the patient, surprised to hear it, asks for a second opinion.  The doctor says, "OK, I also think you're a fat slob." 
   So that passes as a joke, but not a very funny one, especially to us older folks.
Before the widespread use of ultrasounds, CT scans, MRI's, even x-rays, it used to be said that doctors diagnoses were correct less than 50% of the time. I can remember my mother visiting the family doctor because she had pains in her stomach and asked what it was.  He told her he wasn't able to see inside her belly, but told her to take some medicine that might help. Later when she threw up blood, he was able to diagnose her with a stomach ulcer--a bleeding stomach ulcer.
    For sure, medicine has improved since those long ago days, but it is far from a perfect science. Technology allows a better look into our insides, but patients are still subjected to a whole slew of "differential diagnoses."  The more detailed inspection of the body opens to the insight that the human body contains imperfections and irregularities that may or may not cause symptoms, and those symptoms may be a sign of disease, or not.
    With so many options on the table, so to speak, and with so many more medical staff involved, plus the lack of relationship to the patient, the chances for error and misdiagnosis are many. It's a cliche, and wrong, to say that the doctors don't care.  They just don't care enough.
   I don't think I'm special in any way, nor do I think I have worse luck than most but, medically, in a little over a year's time:
   * I was led down a hospital corridor and handed materials for an invasive procedure instead of a routine US.
   * I was told that an embedded tick posed no threat on one visit where it was removed, that what looked like the typical bullseye rash on a second visit was just from scratching, but a third visit, to another facility, resulted in a positive Lyme test.
   *  I was brought into a room at the urologist's and handed preparation for a surgical procedure when I was there for a follow-up office visit
  *  Underwent major surgery based on ultrasound readings that were later found to be incorrect. "Those things happen sometimes," said the doctor.
   * Wore a Holter Monitor for 48 hours and was later called and told it had been mixed up and/or erased.
 
 Who knows what's next.
 
 

Before the Fall

  June 17, 2016 was just another day in the life process. Early in the morning he had gone to his usual duty of getting the kids on the school bus, then home, to the post office and Stewart's, and worked on the pool. After lunch, he went to Wiley's to get chlorine for the pool. One wrong misstep while lifting the bag, and life changed forever. That was the last day he drove; the Subaru, recovered from the store, remained in the driveway for months. His trip to the Emergency Room was uneventful. He had complained of "an awful shock to his back," but they chalked it up to the fall, and discharged him in a matter of hours, nothing broken they told him.
   Since that day, he has not only not driven a car, but that day was the last day he walked unaided.
   Doctors say his condition, unspecified as it was, is progressive, and the fall, and the recovery time thereafter,just made him more aware of the progression of the disorder. He has seen 4 different neurologists, traveled to 2 clinical trial sites, had a remote diagnosis from  U. Mass, participated in a study of neurological disorders through a statewide study, and has completed drug regimens which failed to be of even minimal help.
    At the time of the fall, he had no health problems, took no prescription drugs, and even at an older age was more active and fit than many who were years younger.
     The summary of his diagnoses includes a rare form of a variant overlapping with an even rarer form of another. Probably, they say, as there's no way to confirm a diagnosis in a spectrum of more than 200 possibilities.
   Knowing more now than I did then, it is all too true that the medical profession  tends to fall in lockstep when it comes to peer review. A second opinion, a third, and infinite others, are regurgitations of what has gone before.
   Hope for recovery at first prevailed, then dimmed, only to die. I will never believe that a hard fall would trigger any latent symptoms into an abrupt and  complete immobility.
 

Today's Temperature 3:50 p.m.