Trump didn't hire Dr. Fauci.
He was Director of the National Institute of Allergy and Infectious Diseases from November 2, 1984 to December 31, 2022.
NABDad
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Not arguing you're wrong, but I've been witness to the other side of that sort of conversation.
The item was ketchup. Always needed to have ketchup. Then:
Child: "I hate ketchup!"
Mom: "What do you mean? You put ketchup on everything.'
Child: "I've never used ketchup. I've always hated it."
[Jump forward a few years]
Child: "Where's my ketchup?"
Mom: "I thought you hated ketchup?"
Child: "Since when? I use ketchup all the time."
As the dad, I'm tempted to point out that mom doesn't need help losing her mind, but as the dad, I also know better than to be involved.
When I was going through public school, our school district was shrinking, so they were consolidating schools.
What had been the junior high school was being turned into the middle school.
To move the middle school library, all the kids just walked in a line from one library to the other. You'd pick up one book and carry it to the new location, then head back.
We have guinea pigs, so the definition of "good box" has changed to something that is just the right size and shape to be made into a hidey.
As soon as we put in the new box, the girls start destroying it, so we need a constant supply.
Dick won't accept my correspondence!
Years ago where I work a resident decided to be helpful and move a patient into the room with the MRI.
Of course, the patient was supposed to be transferred off the ferrous metal gurney before coming into the room. The resident didn't know that.
The MRI pulled the gurney into the room and it slammed into the scanner. Luckily it didn't actually flip up and crush the patient.
They told the patient to stay where he was and they loaded the gurney down with a bunch of full five gallon water bottles. Once they had enough weight on it, they transferred the patient off the gurney. A bunch of guys pulled the gurney out of the room, amazingly without any damage to the scanner.
MRIs
Far too many movies and TV shows use the magnet to cover for their lazy writing by treating it like something that can be turned on and off like a light.
The magnet in an MRI is one of the coolest things in medicine, and writers get it wrong all the time. In the vast majority of cases, it's always on.
In simple terms, an electromagnet works by running a current in a circle and creating a magnetic field. In an MRI, the current is flowing in what is essentially a closed loop of wire. However, in this case the wire is cooled with liquid helium so it becomes a superconductor.
They induce a current in the wire which creates the magnetic field ("ramp up" the magnet). Because it is superconducting, the current doesn't stop. Once it's ramped up, it no longer requires any external power. As long as the current is flowing the magnetic field remains.
There are only two ways to "turn off" the magnet.
One way is to "ramp down". Essentially the opposite process that is used to get it running in the first place. That's what they do if they need to stop it for service.
The other way is to quench the magnet. You hit the emergency stop and vent off the liquid helium. Without the helium, the wire warms and resists the current and the flow stops.
Quenching a magnet is a magnificently dramatic process. Someone hits the panic button, and there is a loud roar as the helium escapes. Clouds of condensation form around the exterior of the building as the cold gas escapes. In the event some construction crew screwed up and accidentally sealed the vents, there could be an explosion from the rapidly expanding gas.
If writers want to use an MRI as a plot device, have an accident and require someone to quench the magnet to save a life. You'd have the immediate drama from the accident and the quench, and then you'd have the long term drama of the hospital trying to figure out where the money to fix the MRI would come from.
Also: someone took the picture.
I truly believe they thought they were helping.
At the end, we did. At this point my FIL passed away more than 10 years ago. MIL downsized and tossed most things. There's really nothing left that we would need to deal with.
She still owns the most uncomfortable furniture. I was thinking that it might just be because of my size (6'4"), but my wife (5'1") agrees that it's just terrible. There's one chair my MIL uses and I wonder if that's the only comfortable one.
Trying to avoid being rude, making them feel bad.
It's pen cleaning day, so the girls have an afternoon in their playpen while their home gets refreshed.
Seeing lots of cat pictures, but not enough guinea pigs, so here's Daisy and Rose.
Rose, by the way, seems to have recovered completely from her intestinal parasite.
She was getting better, but her recovery coincided with us introducing fresh wheatgrass into their diet (we grew a little window garden for the girls).
They both loved it, but Rose may have loved it too much and gave herself a bellyache. Rushed back to the vet and got more X-rays just to find out that Rose perhaps doesn't know the meaning of "enough".
She's doing well now, and having no problem with the wheatgrass.
We're also pig sitting for our daughter while she takes finals.
This is Etch, the chill college boy:
He's unique among guinea pigs in that he was abused by the other pigs in his environment before she got him, so he wouldn't tolerate being around other guinea pigs. He does ok with Daisy and Rose, although they are in a different pen at a suitable distance from his.
I have no idea what a kangaroo has to do with my employer, but they brought in a baby kangaroo for an event, so I waited in line to hold it.
We had to take Rose to the vet on Friday because she stopped eating hay and started having diarrhea.
Diagnosis: intestinal parasite and gas in her stomach.
She's on antiparasitic meds, antibiotics to prevent secondary infection, and a nutritional supplement to replace the hay she isn't eating.
She takes the tiny doses of the meds ok, but she's not a fan of the supplement.
We had a lot of trouble until we figured out how to get her burrito towel wrapped correctly.
She's starting to do better. More normal poops, started nibbling hay, and she stopped fighting the supplement.
Daisy and Rose are inconsolable because we had to separate them until Rose is all better.
The gateway between the pens is closed now and they keep pulling on it like they're trying to pull it open.
It seemed like every time we visited WDW, there was some event or show taking place in front of Cinderella's Castle, and the interior was closed.
When I visited as a kid, you'd walk through the castle and ooh and aah at the mosaic.
I've wanted to see the mosaic again for years, and it was always closed. I finally got the chance again last time, and I took some pictures.
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Daisy
and Rose
were very curious about the phone.