I think this visually sums up that sort of day MONDAY.

I can’t make up my mind if quantum physics has unlocked door to new levels of existance and consciousness and explains the rare events of pre-cognition and other things we see or if it is all borderline cult hookum. But none-the-less through the book I found a site called got psi

I’ve been having lots of fun on it. Give it a try. Perhaps you’ll discover a hidden talent.

Actually, I didn’t stop writing, I just stopped writing here. I was working on a chapter for a book. My chapter is on sterilization, disinfection and antisepsis. It now resides with my editor. I keep reading it over and over. At times saying, hmmm this is good and engaging in egobation and at other times berating myself that it could be more scholarly. But my aim was that the information was simply put and was easily read and hopefully applied.

I don’t think I can post the chapter here, as I think my publisher will hold the copyright, but here are a couple of gems I came across in my research. One of the things we know about the prevention of disease is proper handwashing. Widmer compiled statistics from various sources and looked at compliance rates in handwashing. Below are the rates of compliance for various venues.

• ICU (intensive care unit): 9-41%;
• Ward/ICU: 32-48%;
• Pediatric 37%;
• Surgical ICU 38%
• All ICUs 32%.

Scary, less than half the people in serious places like intensive care units properly wash their hands.

Widmer, A. F. Replace Hand washing with the use of a Waterless Alcohol Rub? Clin. Infect. Dis. 31:136-43. 2000.

The other thing to get back on my rant with nosiocomial infections in hospitals, some computer models were run. The found two simple things could decrease the rate nosiocomial infection. Not surprisingly they were (drum roll please): 1) Increase in handwashing (particularly among visitors) and 2) decrease in the number of patients each nurse had to care for. One also advocated for pre-screening all patients for MRSA.

Raboud, J. Saskin, R. Sior, A. Loeb, M. Green, K., Low, D. E. and McGeer, A. Modeling transmission of methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus among patients admitted to a hospital. 2005. Infect. Control Hosp. Epidemiol. 26(7):607-615

Cooper, B.S., Medlye, G. F. and Scott, G. M. Preliminary analysis of the transmission dynamics of nosocomial infections: stochastic and management effects. 1999. J. Hosp. Infect. 43(2):131-147. 1999.

Food for thought, none-the-less. Some of our biggest problems may have some very simple answers.

We added to our fish tank three goldfish, one velvety black energetic one which we named Obama, a shiny hopeful gold one, which we named McCain and a lovely white one with a red dot, perhaps stain, on her forehead, who we christened Hillary. Also a bottom feeder that blends in well and is hard to see, but with politics there is always a lot of dirt to collect. Since he cleans messes up well, we named him Rudy Giuliani.

At first they made merry with all the other fish. Rubbed against them and shared political dinners. Hillary quickly convinced a small school of tiger barbs that she was one of them. Grrrrrrrrrr she roared and shook her tail. I’ll admit the school is quite integrated with two of a blue varietal, two of a pink varietal and two of a slightly aggressive black and white striped with flaming tips on their fins. But integration is good. She has them convinced that she is merely a different varietal, and not a different species all together. After all, perhaps not all presidents need to be tiger barbs. They only need to seem to be tiger barbs.

McCain went to skulk about the base of the castle and Obama, quickly went to spy on the Bushes…of algae.

Shortly thereafter, I came down to find McCain had quit the race. Belly up on the top of the bowl. Politics- a tough life. Not everyone can make it.

Obama, shortly thereafter got an eyeful with the Bushes and ended up with a parasite in his eye. Hillary also bloomed a red flower on her side and looked ill. Could the Bushes be up to no good? The tank was fine before I allowed these politicians in. Obviously they brought the parasites with them..but don’t they always.

Alas, Obama succumbed to the evil parasite.

Soon, other tank mates, living happy and quiet congress began to join them. A large spotted scat, named spot, known for his banishment to “the angry tank” after his attempted assassination of two brother scats. They didn’t recover from his attentions so he returned to rule the docks and other unsavory areas of the tank. But now that evil element has perished. Another, a Boseman’s rainbow fish, a member of the green party, usually flaunting a quiet blue color, soon became covered with a small pox of ick. Was this bioterrorism? Hillary proposed new funding to prevent further attacks. I poured in a parasitic general cure.

Now left in the tank (aside from the fawning school of tiger barbs) are Rudy G. and Hillary.

Does this predict the final race?

Who knows…only time and primaries will tell

In my searches I found a product that deserves to be on You-Tube. The video is a must see. I won’t be getting one, but I could only imagine the social dynamics, the thought, the obsession that drove the inventor. Not only to think of this as one dark night once again he stubbed his toe, but to design, patent and market the device.

It is a light that lights up your toliet when the seat is up. Not when the seat is down, as women have the eyes of a cat and the ears of a bat and can see and hear in pitch darkness. Make sure you watch the video …Johnny Light.

While looking for my Daytona Top Banana Charger, I had the pleasure to drive two cars-cars 71 and 2071. When I found Car 2071, it was hidden behind the dealership as a small piece of plastic had been dislodged upon its arrival. No one had yet taken it for a test drive. It only had a mile or two on it. It was shining and rumbled happily at me as I drove it, hugging the curves, sparkling in the sunlight. The salesman who loved cars, carefully advised me of the 2000 mile break-in period as I merrily did 85 on a local interstate so I didn’t quite bring it up to its highest gear. I was in love..this was my car. My husband insisted (quite reasonably) that we visit a couple of dealerships with Daytona Top Bananas.

We called another dealership in Westchester County, NY an hour or so before our arrival and made arrangements to drive their car. Car 71. Alas…poor car 71. As this dealership didn’t have much space, car 71 languished on the rooftop in the hot sun for months and was brought down for me to drive covered in birdshit and the end of summer kamikaze suicides of every species of mosquito and moth known to man. But beauty is only skin deep and I know many good deals have been made with the eye on the carwash in the very near future. I gingerly let myself into the car not allowing my clothing to touch any part of its exterior. The dealer tossed me the keys and said, ” Have fun!” I turned out onto the road and noticed, not that the car was near empty, but the gas tank red light was on with an estimated gas mileage of under a mile. The engine sounded labored. And the car handled oddly, as if it had quite a few very adventurous test drives. I brought the car back and one of the people working at the dealership managed to reach its highest gear and chirp the tires while driving three feet into a parking space. Poor car 71!

So today I happily picked up car 2071. It is a delight and a joy. Picture below! I only hope car 71 has as happy a fate!