In Nova Scotia, Canada, where I live, COVID testing is free. Further, because we have so few cases compared to the rest of the world, we have been able to encourage asymptomatic testing. That’s testing for people without symptoms who may or may not have COVID, to see if any spread is potentially being done by people without symptoms. We also have “pop-up” testing labs that move around to make it easy for people to get tested. When I finally learned about the location of near me on the day it was there, with enough advanced warning to go get tested, I went for the “experience”… and now, I want another. 🙂
Have you ever had a near death experience? If not, count yourself lucky, and either take my views on faith and/or consult with someone who has to compare notes. But if you had a near death experience, did it change you and/or your life perspectives afterward? And how, if so?
Supply induced demand
Demand created by unnecessary pushing, availability, and/or excess of supply (opioids by pharmaceuticals)
Illness from withdrawal symptoms from a drug
Misuse of opioids
A chemical that binds to a receptor and activates the receptor to produce a biological response
Adverse Childhood Experience Score
Score from a test to gauge extent of adverse experiences a person had in childhood, to gauge potential for negative repercussions in their lives later
A transfer of care between two members of the health care team, where the handoff occurs in front of the patient and family
I just got the Google Home Assistant yesterday and will be blogging about my experiences with it in the next little while. This won’t be a review as much as a discussion of some of its features, challenges and other issues that can arise from interacting with it. The last will be the most interesting, in my opinion, like if one will start talking to others like that, or change psychologically in constantly barking orders, or even gentle requests, to something that responds in a female voice. I’ll leave all the tech stuff to tech reviewers. I care more about humanity… at least at the moment. LOL
A few days back, I shared a short story I wrote about a very sad childhood experience I had in Viet Nam. I wrote it prior to returning to my home country for the first time in 35 years, ending with contemplation about how I’d handle helping ease some of the poverty I would experience there. Specifically, it was the street children because it was street children survival brutality that I had been exposed to as a child that one day of The Pho Incident story.