Comments by "Stephen Villano" (@spvillano) on "Chubbyemu" channel.

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  68. Dilaudid is legal in every state, as it's medically necessary for treatment of severe pain, such as post-operative pain. Narcotics are like guns, legal in every state and just as potentially dangerous and just as useful on occasion. The biggest difference being, a firearm can get me meat for dinner, a narcotic can't get me a damned thing to eat, but can keep me from having a stroke or heart attack from pain (or even limit damage from pain from a heart attack (yes, pain can actually kill you)). I don't know if it's fortunate or not, but I've a legendary tolerance for ethanol. Despite drinking enough to rival a Marvel comic book god, no liver dings or pancreatitis. No hangovers either. Fortunately for me, drinking so tends to bore me and I'll just toss the bottle into a closet to be forgotten for months on end. But, I do know quite a few substance abusers and can emphasize the pain. Best wishes on your recovery, which is its own agony, day by day. But, I did learn one thing in the military above all other things, pain is nature's way of telling you that you ain't dead yet, keep on living and thriving. Fight for life and if you feel the need too badly, contact me immediately. For the record, I love narcotics. Can't tolerate them, but love them for their utility medically. I tend to flood with histamine when dosed, so literally go into shock from vasodilation (blood vessels open up wide, due to histamine, dropping blood pressure into the basement). And I'm chronic GERD, so booze isn't quite so fun either. And blew a disc in my lumbar region, courtesy of not observing something I literally trained thousands against - never catch a patient, help lowering them to the floor and summon help. Wife collapsed hours post-op from gallbladder removal, I caught her and 440 went down both cheeks to the balls of my feet. Hence, my near-addiction for NSAIDs. ;) My thoughts when the disc failed? You. Dumb. Mother. Fucker. Couldn't even manage to express an exclamation point at the time. Too busy not dropping her, out of concern for mutual damage. Hilariously, she regained consciousness once I did get her to the floor, so she was able to help me to the bed in the next room. Lost her a year and a half ago, after 41 years. Excuse me while I crawl into my bowl of spinach. Really. Made a really nice batch last night, got some leftover and well, I do need to eat. Shit happens, you learn how to deal with it by remaining conscious. My trick, learning how to cook well, but then one other qualification I've got is, I'm a reformed chef. Reformed, as really, the pay vs labor ratio totally sucks. Now, excuse me, I really want to enjoy that spinach. Garlic, onion sauteed, a dab of chicken bouillon, dump in some spinach, cook and enjoy. Like many recipes, simplicity itself, my recipes even more so, as quantities of spices are entirely to taste - yours, not mine, dammit.
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  81. Ah, but is that burger still in your mind? Poor soul, have some of my brunch, spinach, sauteed with garlic, a bit of chili pepper and chicken bullion. Leftovers from last night's junk food dinner of mac and cheese with some ham added, comfort food. Tonight will be clams and linguini in white sauce. Preparation time, maybe a half hour, consumption time, mere minutes. ;) Recipe is simple, olive oil, garlic to taste (there's no such thing as too much garlic for me), onion, a bit of basil, saute till onions and garlic are cooked, add clam juice and clams, cook the pasta, drain pasta (yeah, some need to be reminded), add sauce, enjoy. And there's also no such thing as too much onion. ;P Red sauce is similar, garlic, onion in copious quantities, want it sweeter, add more onion, tomatoes (canned crushed or feel free to blanch and peel fresh tomatoes, some whole tomatoes to preference, loads more basil (I tend to use fresh frozen, sectioned off in a quart container and wax paper separating leaf layers, but dried works too), chili pepper to taste, add meat with fat and hopefully bones to thicken and flavor, cook until the meat falls off of the bones and the oil and fat puddles, foam being now gone, sauce is done. I make the red sauce in two gallon batches for home, all stored in quart containers, frozen or canned in my pressure cooker. Preparation time, well, pretty much all day. The stove does most of the work, I just have to stir occasionally. ;) Most good recipes are fairly simple, preparation and cooking tend to be the greater pain in the ass. But, like any relationship, well worth the effort. Sponsors be doubly damned.
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  90.  @palomathereptilian  I'd say oddly, save that I know precisely why I have an aversion to any medication. Speaking as a primary, on site EMS practitioner, well, I'm both extremely conservative and adventurous, depending upon very specific conditions. Typically, the least intervention delivers the least side effects and problems, but in some patients, more intervention is required to simply get them evacuated to a definitive care facility. The worse, under that context, took 12 hours of intensive interventions, over a simple severe allergy event, which consumed the entirety of a Battalion medical supply. One bee sting resulted in depletion of the treatment for many conditions, for over 1200 men. And was the most exhausting day of my life. As for the remarked upon case, she'd have been equally served by not bothering to eat. I do that, on occasion. Not out of disorder, but out of lack of activity. Not busy at all, idle beyond couch potato? Not hungry level, go for base mineral nutrients, hydrate as needed, call it a day. I'm not underweight, not overweight, "just right" to end up the eldest male in my paternal line of the family to not be type II diabetic. By decades. While taking a beta blocker, calcium channel blocker and a thyroid blocker, due to severe hypertension and Grave's disease hyperthyroidism. Another pill? Doc, do make a very serious case for it. Did opioids for a significant issue, the histamine response sucks, badly! Got a better ploy? Annoyingly, no.* *Opioids and opiates tend to share a common effect, activating mast cells, resulting in a massive release of histamine. Inject a patient with morphine, get vomit on your boots, decrease in blood pressure and respiration.
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  106. I do rotate my foods literally daily, as I honestly can't comprehend eating the same thing every day. I also hadn't salted my foods in decades, as there's plenty of salt in things like canned vegetables and that's worked well for me for decades. I did however, despite ample sources, chronically run low in magnesium. Mystifying, but a supplement helped when it dropped extremely low - once doctor actually followed his treatment plan. Then, four months of continuous or nearly continuous diarrhea arrived for an extended visit. Bristol 6 -7. Doctor was a bit distracted with some other issues that could do that killing me thing, so overlooked the overloo complaint for a couple of months until I reinforced the complaint a bit more strenuously and blood work came back with a severe sodium and chloride ion deficiency, as in I should've had severe cramping and possibly some entertaining cardiac conduction issues. GI consult it is! After a number of entertaining misadventures resulting in missed colonoscopy appointments, largely involving a rather comedic number of transportation issues of the most improbable, crap for luck sorts, this appointment stuck. Crohn's and of course, erosion right were salts are scavenged. On a biologic now, last induction dose is just shy of two weeks from now. We'll see if that's effective, as there was some annoyances with what the GI specialist wanted to utilize and what the insurance company has a warm and fuzzy with and for once, due to efficacy rates, I rather agreed with the insurance company. They did check for some micronutrients and folate and B-12, both star spangled happy mid scale. I've identified one flare trigger, <grumble> <grumble> <grumble> chili peppers. Love them, but the neighborhood around my ileocecal valve really wants to run that stuff out of town. And for entertainment's sake, my endocrinologist informed me (well, the blood tests did as well before my appointment) that my body got bored with Graves' disease and instead is visiting Dr Hashimoto. And if one couldn't take a guess from the maladies, yeah, I'm a desiccated smoker. OK, my hydration is fine. But, given those issues and their linkage and some lumbar issues that'll likely require surgery or my switching to permanently seated and needing a diaper, yeah, think it's time to toss one bad habituation. So, the sex swing goes! OK, the smokes gotta go. Never got that other thing, as neither my wife or I had a yen for being in traction. One needs to retain one's sense of humor and my ancient EMS humor remains alive, imbalanced and unwell. ;) And at least my herbal teas are well tolerated - drank not for some medicinal value, but because they just taste so damned good. Favorites being artichoke tea, ginger-tumeric and hibiscus. Might try some rose hips, if I can clip some when the Rabbi next door isn't looking... ;) And note to self, discuss with doctor some forearm novel behavior, sudden 5 - 6 cm inflammation and intense itching, with sub-centimeter hives that hemorrhage and resolve in about a week, a bit longer than my usual healing time and I clot quickly, as observed in bleeding time measurements and when using the glucometer due to the steroid I'm briefly saddled with. Was just finally clocking at pre-diabetic at age 63, in a family where diabetes is usually diagnosed in the age 30 - 40 range and dialysis is needed by age 50 - 55 ("It's in the genes, why fight it" being their mantra and mine being, over 28 years in the Army, fighting's what I'm best at and loathe). Shit. Forgot to pick up coffee when I was at the store, gotta dip into my pantry reserves, as a winter storm is coming. Probably revenge from Canada for those tariffs... ;) That's OK, I pre-pre-retaliated by buying 2.5 gallons of Canadian canola oil. But, the good news is, eggs in the US should be coming down in price, given one certain POTUS incessantly laying eggs... I'll just get my coat on the way out...
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  108. While there are risks within even a high therapeutic dosage level with diphenhydramine, it remains my antihistamine of choice, due to its slightly higher efficacy level and being common in our military drug chests. When it's not quite effective, one can rapidly follow with dexamethasone or other steroid and of course, to close those leaky, dilated vessels, good old epi, followed with a rapid MEDEVAC. Once, I lost the advantage of rapid evacuation and got saddled with severe anaphylaxis, secondary to longstanding beesting allergy and several stings. Yeah, that man kept me busier than a one armed paper hanger! Used up a fair number of drugs in a kit designed to supply stabilizing care for 1200 men. Our surgeon was supervising and only offered a sparse few suggestions of odd one off uses of some drugs, after he noticed that I was calling out using Promethazine for its antihistaminic properties, synergising it with an analgesic to ensure that the patient not injure himself. It also meant that I was beginning to scrape bottom in the drug kit and my knowledge base and doctor suggested a few drugs, even adding atropine to counter the recalcitrant bradycardia. Learned a few things from that, mostly, on how to more politely indicate outrage over unnecessary delays in MEDEVAC requests, some of which made it up to division level as the most polite alternative usage of terms that otherwise would be translated far more profanely. Worst twelve hours of my life! But, he finally stabilized, was hospitalized anyway, as I wasn't having a warm and fuzzy over the encyclopedia of drugs utilized to stabilize him. Suffice it to say, the surgeon gave due credit, which I honestly didn't give a damn about and had some interesting words to say to command over unnecessary delay of evacuation of a critical patient during a training exercise. He also had a touch of ethanol, for medicinal purposes that he prescribed a strong dose of for both of us. Largely, as we both wanted to hit a specific individual over the head with a flung M1 Abrams tank.
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  144.  @purupurupikopuyo-k5w  I had unexplained diarrhea for four months, doctor initially being a bit distracted over some things that could quite literally kill me quite swiftly, what was initially characterized by a radiology resident as severe mitral regurgitation (it was low end moderate) and an abdominal aortic aneurysm, which is a big deal. Once those were at mischief managed, aka watchful waiting, it was, "Hey wait, you said four months?! Let's order some tests now". No eggs or worms or suspect critters like protozoa was the first test. Inflammatory markers were high. Sodium, chloride and magnesium were dangerously low. A few other markers were ambiguous for several conditions, which isn't unusual in such cases and I was referred to a GI specialist. A few additional tests, primary prescribed a steroid to calm the raging brown waters, which controlled the worst, GI doctor prescribed a colonoscopy (which amazingly went through well, three other attempts leading to a comedy of events like broken down cars, a major storm rendering getting the procedure done, etc), which revealed Crohn's disease. My primary, knowing my dietary habits of basically everything from scratch because I'm a cheap SOB, ordered me to eat prepared foods, an Rx for magnesium oxide and called a few days later to see how I was faring. I explained that I'd excavated my salt cellar and was salting my foods for the first time in over 30 years, repeat testing showed much better sodium levels, chloride levels were happy and magnesium was dead center of whatever normal is. Minimal processed foods, because well, they suck. GI doctor also ordered a few metabolic and specific tests, B-12 was good, as was folate, which was surprising given the inflammation, eroded tissues and other deficiencies, so obviously my diet was more than sufficient. Just got my second infusion of infliximab to curb some of the immune system effects that spur the wider inflammation, we'll see, it'll work, not work or I'll grow an ear from my scrotum. OK, I invented that last bit. It'll work or we'll have to stop playing with TNF-alpha antibodies and go with vedolizumab, which is a bit lower in efficacy, but still fairly decently effective, but not very well liked by my insurance company. We'll see how it goes. I'd already staged things to appeal successfully if their recommended drug is ineffective and to put it simply, I agree with their medical reasoning in this case. My knowledge of anatomy, physiology and pharmacology is quite good, so if it came to an argument, those physicians are going to have one hell of a tough row to hoe, as I've also written peer reviewed papers in other fields and know how to present an airtight presentation. And high on my to-do list is smoking cessation, as I've also noticed before the biologic treatment some signs of autoimmune dysfunction that could be warnings of some things becoming a problem and autoimmune and autoinflammatory syndromes are worsened by cigarette smoking. And it's also likely I'll need surgery for a disc problem and that has a very high failure rate in smokers. I know these things because Google scholar is one of my closer friends, as are peer reviewed papers on such subjects. And peers love little more than to savage shoddy work from a peer.
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  150.  @anonjoeoof2113  I tend to not get injured, since retiring from the Army. Previously, when I did, I rarely needed hospitalization, save a couple of times for outpatient care. One advantage of being a medic is having one's own aid station that one works out of. A couple of months back though, well, heart racing, BP insanely high, SPO2 of 85 and obviously feeling lousy - while COVID-19 was peaking in my county. You can guess what was running through my head. Pulse 135, BP 225/130, SPO2 85, atelectasis with fluid and partial collapse in both lungs, totally fun times. Noted also, even if doctor didn't mention it was phenomenally high voltages shown from the left ventricle, which told me longstanding hypertension to the point of cardiac muscle hypertrophy. Light bulb comes on - it wasn't COVID-19, it was proved out that essentially, my blood wasn't moving well from the tachycardia and rather narrow window in BP, resulting in lung dysfunction (there are a few other factors involved, it's a touch complex for here). COVID-19 was indeed ruled out, although heparin was given to ensure no unpleasant surprises and dexamethasone administered for the inflammation, preventing some really degrading conditions. Free thyroid hormones were elevated over tenfold above normal, thyroid stimulating hormone was nearly absent and I had a previous diagnosis of Grave's Disease - a form of hyperthyroidism. I was in a classic thyroid storm, indeed, a fever can also be expected during a thyroid storm, but that remained absent. So, the words that I never thought I'd utter came from my lips, to laughing agreement from doctor, "Oh, thank God, it's only a type of congestive heart failure!", rather than COVID-19, which would, within six sigma certainty, punch my ticket. Used to be an SF medic, my A&P knowledge, as well as general medical knowledge is more than sufficient to converse comfortably with physicians, had to do that by radio on occasion for treatment suggestions within the scope of equipment vs time to evacuation to definitive care, with an eye toward stabilizing the patient for up to a day or two. Can't accomplish that in a knowledge vacuum. Drugs carried were those that, optimally would have multiple uses - even if used off label and critically, were temperature stable in an uncontrolled environment.
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