Because my mom loves to make me nervous:
Unseen danger in bagged salads
It was Roi Dahl’s leftover lettuce that cracked the case. At the lab, scientists showed us how they were able to extract and isolate E.coli 0157 in the lettuce, then, using DNA markers, they compared it to the strain of E.coli that sickened Dahl, Amber Brister and the others. It was a perfect match.
Like a lot of Americans, we have multiple bags of pre-made salads in our refrigerator at home.
My Dad is 62 today and celebrating by sailing all over the Caribbean.
I can’t wait to be 62.
And, you know, know how to sail.
Happy birthday-whenever-you-get-near-a-computer, Dad!
Well, this is worrisome, given that sarcoidosis can lead to serious vision problems: I’ve been symptomatic the past few days, feverish, finding it hard to focus, low energy, my typing sucks (OK, that’s not an official symptom, but when the 110 wpm kid starts stumbling over basic stuff, I begin to notice the pattern), wrist, knee, ankle and knuckle pain and all the rest. In addition, I’ve got the rarely occuring dry skin on my eyelid and, hooray, hooray, my vision has been blurry all night.
If it doesn’t clear up in a day or three (I seem to go in peaks and valleys with this thing), I’m going to ask if there’s a specialist I can be referred to. I just got really cool new glasses; having this thing screw my vision all up to hell isn’t an option.
Because it’s a hot (OK, lukewarm) topic on a super sekrit message board where I post, I present to you: Are You a Yankee or a Rebel?
97% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
No, in point of fact, he is not (although my college girlfriend was born in the same county he was), but my Grandfather Ekmark did have a picture on the wall of his study featuring an elderly confederate soldier asking “Forget? Hell, no!”
Yankees will be shot on sight, y’all.
(Source. And my goodness, Canadian women certainly tan dark when they actually get a chance to see the sun in between attacks by the polar bear armies, although I suppose said armies have retreated for the summer and the beaver and moose offensive hasn’t really taken off yet.)
Sure, my eyeballs feel like two eggs being hard-boiled. But they can’t really be that hot, right?
The test: Wet a paper towel and put it on my eyes for wonderful soothing relief. (Aaaaaah.)
Then, take off the paper towel and feel the now-dry spots where my eyes were. Holy crap, that really is hot.
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