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Thursday, March 02, 2006
The face of chloracne
Meet Viktor, he was a good looking guy, a politician, until he had a dinner party with a guy from the secret service and had some dioxin slipped in his cream soup. He's still a politician and he's alive despite all he's been through, but he's not good looking any more.
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Just a crappy way to poison someone. Russians should be better at it by now.
Old news jenn, I saw and read this last year.
Trib, You mean they should have learned from Rasputin? I think the Ukranians would take offense to your suggestion that they are Russians, but you're certainly right that after all the intrigues in that part of the world in this century, you'd think their secret service head would be a little more on the ball. On the other hand, considering how bad his reaction was to it - I'd have thought he'd have died.
Actually this reminds me of a story, when I was a little blogger I used to get a lot of ear infections and illnesses of that nature and the doctor would prescribe me with banana flavoured erithromicin (it's an antibiotic, no idea how to spell it). I hated the flavour of it, I'd have gladly taken it in pill form, it wouldn't even have had to be chewable, but that's not the way they did things, they insisted that children had to take all their drugs in liquid form, died bright pink or yellow and tasting like the most artificial fruit flavouring ever. The problem was that I was not a co-operative child, in fact I was a little shit. My mother tried every thing, all aspects of the carrot and the stick and I just wouldn't take it. Eventually, the doctor told her that she'd have to hold me down and pinch my nose to make me swallow it (you'd think at that point they would have said - hey why don't we try prescribing a pill? but that's beside the point) so my mother who is not normally one for strong arm tactics had to hold me down on the kitchen floor while I kicked the front of her brand new dishwasher and held my nose. I was not about to give up though, I'd taken a big breath before she plugged my nose and I managed to spit most of the dose on her without swallowing it. My mother then tried a new tactic and started hiding the banana flavoured crap in my food, every time she this I would figure it out and not finish the food, eventually she thought she'd struck on something when she put it in my mushroom soup. How could you possibly taste anything if it was hidden in a cream soup? Well, you can, this is a lesson that the head of the Ukranian secret service might have learned if he'd had a little shit of a child like me.
Yrautca, I realise that this happened ages ago, but Trib and I were talking about chloracne in a previous post and I thought I'd put up some pictures to demonstrate.
Yes, you're right. I got the story screwed up. Kuchma was backed by Russia and I thought Yuchenko was meeting with Russians when he was poisoned.
Not only should they have learned from you, I just learned from you. No banana e-mycin for the kiddos.
I know plenty of people who loved the taste of that stuff. Doctors just don't listen to kids, they think they know what's best and the kid doesn't get to make any descisions about their own care, even thought they'd be much more co-operative if they felt like they had a stake in the process. I went to the doc a lot as a child, I had a zillion different diseases, and I had doctors who other than examining me would not even look at me during the visit except when they were examining me. They would talk to my mother and ignore me. I'd try to prompt my mom to stick up for me, but she comes from a culture where 'children are to be seen and not heard,' so I had to stick up for myself and come off like a mouthy brat.
I now have a doc who is awesome and talks to me like I'm an intelligent person and cares if my problems get solved and gets mad when I go to specialists and they don't take me seriously. The problem is that she works for the student health clinic at my university, so if I graduate I'm back to square one. She keeps bringing this up, because I'm getting to that age, and I just don't know if I can go back out there. I think having a good doc is more important than having a degree and I'm prepared to pay incidental fees to the university and take a course a year if it means I can stick with the only worthwhile doc I've ever met.
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