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Wednesday, 5 June 2013

08:30 – Dutch isn’t doing as well as he had been. Frances stopped over to see him on her way to work yesterday morning and said he was acting exhausted and a little confused. It was the same when I visited him around lunchtime, and when Barbara visited around dinnertime. Barbara talked to the nurse, who said his blood pressure was low, his temperature was slightly elevated at 99.8F (37.7C), his pulse ox was down to 77%, which is low enough to cause confusion in someone Dutch’s age and condition, and he’s coughing and nauseated. He’s not refusing food entirely, but he is eating much less.

I suspect pneumonia from aspiration or possibly another UTI. Dutch is still on metronidazole for the C. diff infection, but it’s very possible that whatever has infected him now, if something has, is resistant to metronidazole. Barbara and the rest of us are of course worried that this may be it. Dutch is under a DNR, but they will treat him for infections, so we’ll just have to wait and see.


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Tuesday, 4 June 2013

07:58 – The lead article on the front page of the paper this morning is disturbing on at least two levels. A 53-year-old man has been charged with involuntary manslaughter in the deaths of a 32-year-old pregnant woman and her young son in a boat wreck that happened a couple weeks ago.

The man who was charged was driving a speedboat that collided with a pontoon boat on a local lake. There were four people in each of the boats. No one in the speedboat was injured. The woman and her son in the pontoon boat were killed. Her brother sustained severe brain injuries, and her husband was uninjured. Alcohol was not involved, nor was excessive speed. It was what we used to call an “accident”. There were many witnesses to this unfortunate accident. No one was at fault. No one did anything wrong. There was no gross negligence nor reckless disregard. But nowadays, it seems, someone must be at fault any time something bad happens. So they charged the guy driving the speedboat with involuntary manslaughter.

Oh, yeah. The other disturbing part. They charged the guy not with two counts of involuntary manslaughter, but three. The third count was for the woman’s unborn child.


Barbara’s dad continues to do well. His condition is still terminal, but he appears to be holding his own for now, and he continues to act like his old self. When I visited yesterday, I read him the letter that we enclosed with the first CARE package we sent to the Marine unit in Afghanistan. He was delighted that we were going to continue sending packages in his name. I commented that I guessed they didn’t have girl Marines back when he was in, and he replied, “Oh, no. We had ’em.” He then proceeded to tell me some of the nicknames they called the girl Marines back then, but I think I’ll leave those to my readers’ imaginations.

I told Dutch what my dad had told me about women flying four-engine bombers in WWII. My dad flew on B-17’s over Germany, and he’d told me that those huge bombers didn’t have power steering. When the pilot needed to move the ailerons or rudder, he did it by sheer muscle power via cables connected to the controls on his end and the rudder and ailerons on the other. Flying a B-17 was a matter of literally physically wrestling with the controls, and it took a strong young man to do it for any sustained time. And yet, as new B-17’s were produced in factories here, someone needed to fly them to the UK. They couldn’t spare men pilots to do that, so they loaded those B-17’s up with gasoline and turned them over to women pilots, who flew them across the Atlantic to the UK. Those young women must have been in superb physical condition, as tough as any man. I suspect those girl Marines Dutch referred to were much the same.

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Sunday, 2 June 2013

08:13 – Barbara spent some time labeling bottles for me yesterday, and will do more labeling today. As of this morning, I have 2,288 labeled bottles that need to be filled, which, with what’s already on hand, is most of what’s needed for the next batch of 60 chemistry kits and 30 forensics kits. While she was doing that, I was making up solutions: 4 L of iodine solution, 4 L of copper(II) sulfate solution, and so on.

We’re in reasonably good shape in terms of finished-goods inventory for the moment: 41 biology kits, 25 chemistry kits, 20 life science kits, and half a dozen forensics kits. With the exception of the forensics kits, that should be sufficient to take us through June, or nearly so. With the batches already in progress and those we’ll start and finish later this month, I’m hoping we’ll be able to start July with about 90 each of the biology and chemistry kits and 30 each of the others on hand. With a few exceptions, all of which are readily available from multiple sources, we have enough component inventory on hand to build another 700+ kits. Our original goal for 2013 was to double 2012 sales, but through the end of May our actual sales have been quadruple 2012’s. If that holds up, we’ll sell about 1,000 kits this year rather than the 500 we’d planned on.

Barbara visited her dad yesterday and took lunch to him. She said he’s still doing extremely well. With his congestive heart failure and renal failure, there’s no hope of recovery, but Dutch’s personality is back to what it used to be. Barbara is taking the day off from visiting. Frances and Al are taking Sankie over to visit today.


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Friday, 31 May 2013

07:53 – Barbara’s dad was doing very well when I visited him yesterday, acting almost like his old self. I took him the peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwich he’d requested, along with a small cup of strawberry ice cream, both of which he ate. The Hospice representative stopped by later, and told Barbara that Dutch was exactly where he needed to be for the time being. Barbara’s friend Marcy stopped over yesterday afternoon to visit as well. I’ll run over there today to return the clothes I washed yesterday, and Frances and Al plan to visit Dutch this afternoon. Barbara may also stop to see Dutch on her way home from work, and plans to go over for a longer visit tomorrow. So, overall Dutch is getting plenty of visitors. It’s not much, but we hope it’ll help keep his spirits up. Being stuck in a nursing home is no fun at all, even one as good as the Brian Center.

I met yesterday afternoon with Abby Esterly, and wrote her a retainer check to get her started on doing a logo for the business and a hand-out sheet. I told her that I was the client from hell because I don’t know what I want, but I’ll know when I see it. I again encouraged Abby to focus all of her efforts on building her own business rather than beat her head against the wall trying to find a job in the film/animation industry. That’s what she’s trained to do, but there are simply no jobs available and not likely to be. At age 26, Abby is part of the new Lost Generation, coming into the job market just as the job market has collapsed, with no prospect of any significant improvement any time soon, if ever. But Abby is smart, talented, and hard-working, which still counts for something. I told her that there is no security, other than what she makes for herself. And she has all the tools necessary to do that.

Barbara and I are about three quarters of the way through series six of Heartland, which we’ll probably finish this weekend. They just finished shooting the first two episodes of series seven, so it’ll be almost a year before we can start binge-watching series seven. So, once we finish series six, I’ll go back and start again at series one episode one and watch my way through the whole six seasons again at least once and probably twice while I wait for series seven.


16:08 – Stuff like this really pisses me off: Smoke? Overweight? New regulations could raise your insurance rates

And here’s the problem in one sentence: “Smokers, of course, run up more health care bills than non-smokers.” The only problem is, that’s utterly wrong, as is grouping “smokers” without differentiating between cigarette smokers and others.

Cigarette smokers tend to die young and quickly from causes like heart attacks. Few of them make it to 80, which is when the real health-care costs start to kick in. My father-in-law, who is a non-smoker, is almost 91 years old. I have no doubt that in the last year Dutch has consumed more health care resources (and costs) than he did in the previous 90 years combined. It’s end-of-life care that is costly, and people who don’t smoke cigarettes both live longer and consume more resources for much longer than those cigarette smokers, most of whom died quickly years before they reached 80.

Any honest actuary will tell you that cigarette smokers incur higher health-care costs than non-smokers, but there’s a key gotcha concealed in that statement. In the past, insurance companies could drop coverage on people who became seriously ill, and deny coverage for those with pre-existing conditions. So, while their policies were still in effect, cigarette smokers did indeed cost the insurance companies more, so those smokers accordingly paid higher premiums. With Obamacare, it’s a whole different ballgame. Now, everyone is eligible for coverage regardless of their health or pre-existing conditions. So the insurance companies will be stuck paying the bills. As that actuary who he’d rather have a policy on: a cigarette smoker who will probably die of a heart attack, with their only costs an emergency room visit and possibly a day or two of ICU, or a non-smoker, who is going to be in and out of the hospital as he ages, and eventually in more than out. There’s simply no contest. The non-smoker is going to cost much, much more than the smoker possibly can.

Then there’s the problem of lumping in cigarette smokers with pipe smokers, like me. That honest actuary will tell you that pipe smokers on average outlive not just cigarette smokers, but NON-SMOKERS. It’s not that pipe smoking is particularly good for your health, but pipe smokers are self-selected Type B personalities. We tend not to get excited, and we tend not to die of the stress-related problems that kill a lot of those non-smoking Type A personalities. Before political-correctness, pipe smokers were rated for life insurance the same as non-smokers. For that matter, people who smoked half a pack of cigarettes a day or less were also rated as non-smokers. That’s because the actuaries knew that life expectancy was the same for non-smokers, pipe smokers, and those who smoked half a pack a day or less of cigarettes. That’s still true, although you’ll have to do quite a bit of digging to discover the kind of raw data that establishes it. It’s also true that the general health of pipe smokers is statistically indistinguishable from that of non-smokers, and insurance companies used to write health insurance policies at the same rates for pipe smokers and light cigarette smokers as for non-smokers.

So why is Obamacare going to charge smokers 50% higher rates than non-smokers. They should be giving smokers a discount. And the higher premiums also apply to those who are “overweight”, which is just as outrageous. The problem there is that people who are of so-called “normal weight” actually have higher morbidity and mortality than those who are the next step up, so-called “overweight”. That speaks volumes: being “overweight” means you’re healthier and less likely to die than if you’re “normal weight”. That makes one wonder who defines “normal weight” and, uh, what they’ve been smoking.

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Monday, 27 May 2013

08:17 – It’s Memorial Day here in the U.S., the day set aside to remember those who sacrificed themselves to protect our freedom. Although the official purpose of Memorial Day is to remember those who gave their lives in the service of our country, let’s also remember all of those brave men and women, living and dead, who through the years have put their lives on the line to protect all of us. As we have our cookouts and family get-togethers today, let’s all take a moment to think about our troops in the Middle East and elsewhere, who can’t be with their families. And let’s have a thought, not just today but every day of the year, for them and the sacrifices they are making and have made.


Barbara is doing some work around the house and yard this morning before she heads over to visit her dad. This afternoon, she’ll help me with kit stuff. We’ll assemble 30 of the regulated chemicals bags for biology kits, 30 of the non-regulated chemicals bags, and 60 small parts bags. If we have time, we’ll get started on final assembly of 30 biology kits. After that, we’ll start on 30 more forensics kits and then 60 more chemistry kits.

Barbara finally took pity on me last night. We’d watched one 90-minute episode of the British series Vera on Netflix streaming the other night, and were part way through the second episode last night when Barbara suggested we bag it. The problem was that I had no clue what was going on because I could understand only a small fraction of the dialog. Some of the characters might as well have been speaking Martian. We watch a lot of British TV, and normally neither of us has any problem understanding the accents, but this series badly needs subtitles for US viewers. And probably for some British viewers as well.

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Saturday, 25 May 2013

10:18 – Barbara is trying hard to keep things as normal as possible despite her dad’s condition. She refuses to go over to the nursing home and just sit there all day watching him die. I think that’s the best decision. Dutch is sleeping most of the time anyway, and when he’s awake he’s often so confused that it’s difficult to hold any kind of conversation with him. Barbara wants to remember her dad as he was, not as he is now. At our age, she’s been lucky to have him around all of her life, and in pretty good shape until recently. And, like me, she’s been lucky enough to live locally to her parents rather than living across the country and being able to see them only once or twice a year.

So at this point, the emphasis is going to shift to doing what she can for her mom, to help her get past the inevitable loss of her husband of almost 70 years. In fact, Barbara and Frances are heading over to their mom’s apartment today to do some stuff and then take her out to dinner.

During her four-day weekend, Barbara is also getting some stuff done around the house and yard, and helping me build new batches of science kits. I haven’t booked the 20 kits we sold earlier this week to a small private school, and won’t until we receive the check and it clears. Even so, we’ve already done three times the business so far this month that we did in May 2012, and kit sales continue to accelerate.


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Friday, 24 May 2013

08:09 – Barbara’s dad is back at Brian Center. Barbara called me yesterday about 12:25 to let me know he had left the hospital and was on his way. I stopped at Harris-Teeter on the way over to pick up a six-pack of Pepsi and a couple cans of sliced Mandarin oranges for Dutch, which he’d requested. Then I spent an hour or so talking with his new roommate and his sister while I waited for Dutch to arrive.

The privacy curtain was drawn between the two beds, and as I was talking to the sister a woman on the other side of the curtain asked, “Who is that speaking?” I told her my name and that I was Dutch’s son-in-law. She replied that I had a beautiful voice and asked if I was on the radio. For some reason, people frequently ask me that.

After Dutch finally arrived, I visited him for a while and then headed back home. As I was walking to my truck, I saw one of the nurses, Jodi, coming in the opposite direction. Over the time Dutch has been at Brian Center, I kept thinking that she looked familiar. She’s far too young to have been there when my mom was there 10 years ago, but I kept thinking I must know her from somewhere. So I finally asked, “Do I know you?” She stopped and said she’d been thinking she knew me too. We talked for a while about where we might have met, but we couldn’t come up with any explanation.

Barbara is taking today off to give herself a four-day weekend, so we’ll be doing kit stuff over the next few days. I got another query yesterday from someone who wants to buy multiple forensics kits for a class, so we need to get another batch of those in progress as well.


11:08 – Barbara and I started watching Switched at Birth on Netflix streaming. We’ve watched only two or three episodes so far, but the cast and writing are both very good.

The story centers on two high-school girls who were, uh, switched at birth. In the first episode we discover how they find out it had happened, and I thought that was interesting because in one of the biology book lab sessions, we warned strongly about just such an event. That lab session was on using PTC to track the tasting and non-tasting alleles within a family group. In the program, one of the girls was doing a biology lab that determined her blood type. She soon discovered that genetically she couldn’t be the child of her supposed parents. Same concept, different alleles.

One of the girls is deaf. Given her speech patterns, I was very surprised to learn that the actress is actually capable of speaking like a hearing person, but intentionally assumed a “deaf accent” for the role. She grew up hearing, and didn’t start to experience hearing problems until she was 20 years old, about five years before she started work on this series.

It’s interesting for me to watch a series that features deaf people and deaf issues, because I had some experience with deaf people when I was at RIT in the mid-70’s. RIT is home to NTID (the National Technical Institute for the Deaf), and roughly half of the students I regularly associated with were deaf.

The series does portray the ability to lipread as both more common and more successful than was my experience at RIT. One evening, I walked into the lounge and found the TV tuned to Carson’s monologue with the sound off. There were a dozen or more students sitting with their backs to the TV, and one student standing facing the TV and interpreting the monologue in ASL. Thinking that any deaf person could learn to lipread, I asked her later. She explained that many/most deaf people couldn’t lipread at all, and that the ability to do so varied greatly even among those who had some ability. She was among the best lipreaders she knew, and said that even she often missed things or interpreted them incorrectly. That was why she sometimes paused while interpreting when she was uncertain about what was being said and wanted to wait for context before interpreting something.

I started to learn ASL, beginning of course with the most important things: swear words, how to proposition a girl, ask for a beer and so on. As I told Barbara, in my experience deaf people have better-than-averages senses of humor, and some of them are absolutely wicked. I remember sitting around with a group of girls while I was trying to learn to sign. With completely straight faces, they attempted and eventually succeeded in convincing me that, when signing, deaf people had regional accents just like hearing people. They said they could always tell when someone was from the deep South by the accent of their signing. I sat there trying to figure out how that could be true, and eventually decided that it must just be that local ways of signing used slightly different gestures. Once they finally had me convinced, they looked at each other and started to laugh. I finally realized I’d been had by experts. And that was just the first of many examples of the wicked senses of humor that many of my deaf friends had.


13:35 – I can’t believe it took me this long to think of it. Barbara was filling several hundred RIA (radioimmunoassay) vials this morning. She was working at the kitchen table because she was filling obnoxious ones, like black fingerprint powder and activated charcoal, which put up clouds of filthy black dust. She was filling them using a pointy scoop, when it struck me. This would be an ideal application for a powder measure. Fill up the reservoir with the stuff being filled, hold the mouth of the tube under the dispensing spout, throw a lever, and you’re finished loading that tube. Just like handloading ammunition. The powder even resembles gun powder, and the mouth of the vial is the same size as a .44 or .45 case. I can’t believe it took me that long to think of it. It’s not like I haven’t sat at a reloading bench and filled tens of thousands of cartridge cases with powder using just such a powder measure.

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Thursday, 23 May 2013

07:27 – Barbara’s dad will be released from the hospital today and return to the Brian Center. I was surprised yesterday when Don, our UPS guy, endorsed the Brian Center. He mentioned that he hadn’t seen me over there for a couple of days. I hadn’t realized that the Brian Center was on his route, but he said he’d seen me over there every day until the last couple of days. I told him that Barbara’s dad had been over there, but had been in the hospital for a couple of days. Don said he’d been delivering there for 10 years or more and knew just about all of the staff. He has a very high opinion of the place.

Barbara says they’re getting Hospice and the palliative care group from the hospital involved in managing her dad’s care. Dutch is in both congestive heart failure and kidney failure. The next time there’s a crisis, which could be in a day or a week or two, rather than transport Dutch to the hospital they’ll transport him directly to Hospice, assuming there’s a room available. There’s nothing that can be done to fix Dutch’s problems, so at this point the goal is to keep him as comfortable as possible. Heroic measures would simply extend his suffering. Barbara is very happy with the palliative-care doctor who’s now managing her dad’s care, and trusts her advice about how best to proceed.


10:26 – I just talked to Barbara, who asked me to pick up a six-pack of Pepsi and a couple cans of Mandarin oranges for her dad. He’s not eating much, so Barbara and Frances are trying to figure out what might temp him to eat a bit more. Dutch knows he’s going back to Brian Center today, and he’s not happy about it. He apparently likes it at the hospital, where he has a nice single room and gets constant attention.

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Wednesday, 22 May 2013

07:29 – Barbara’s dad is likely to be released back to the Brian Center in the next couple of days. Brian Center called Barbara yesterday to ask if she wanted them to hold his room. She told them yes, even though they’ll have to pay something like $275/day themselves to hold the room. (Obviously, Medicare isn’t going to pay for Dutch to be two places at once.) Barbara was concerned that otherwise Brian Center wouldn’t have a room available when her dad was discharged and he’d end up somewhere else that wasn’t very good.

We had an all-time record for kit orders yesterday, with 21. Of course, 20 of those were to one customer, a small private school. Still, that means that through the first five months of 2013 our kit sales and revenues are more than 50% of the total for 2012. And in 2012, we did only about 10% of the year’s business in the first five months. So of course we’re desperately trying to get more kits built in time for the summer rush.


16:35 – Geez. Colin just scared the shit, almost literally, out of the replacement mail carrier. The front door was open, with just the glass storm door between him and the mail carrier. Colin acts like a berserker when someone approaches the door. Fangs, snarling, loud barks, ramming into the glass, and so on. I’m not even slightly afraid of dogs, but given Colin’s threat display I sure wouldn’t want to mess with him. A pissed-off dog that weighs 80 or 85 pounds is no joke. Of course, if I’d opened the door and let him out, he would have made a big fuss over the mail lady, licking her hand and so on.

But I yelled at him to shut up and then opened the door and went out. The mail lady summed up her feelings pretty well. She asked me, “Are there just the two of them?”

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Tuesday, 21 May 2013

07:56 – Barbara and I had dinner last night, and then settled in to watch a British mystery on Netflix streaming. About 8:30, someone from the nursing home called to say they’d just gotten lab results on Barbara’s dad. His BUN and creatinine levels were very high, suggesting acute renal failure. The nursing home recommended transporting Dutch to the emergency room, which Barbara approved. She drove down there to meet her sister and mom. When she finally returned home in the middle of the night, she said they’d scheduled a meeting at 8:30 at the hospital to discuss options. Given Dutch’s age and other health problems, I can’t imagine that they’ll recommend dialysis, so my guess is that they’ll recommend either moving Dutch to Hospice or keeping him there under their palliative-care group.


11:08 – Barbara just called to update me on the results of their meeting. Apparently, Dutch is terminal but not critical. That is, there’s nothing that can be done to fix the underlying renal failure and congestive heart failure, but Dutch is not in any immediate danger. Although the doctor said that obviously Dutch could die at any moment if something else happens, she doesn’t think it’s necessarily imminent. They’re rehydrating him and plan to keep him in the hospital for a couple days before transferring him back to Brian Center. The doctor is going to contact Hospice about getting Dutch in their palliative care program while he’s still at Brian Center. They’ll consult with the family and nursing home staff and help manage Dutch’s treatment to keep him as comfortable as possible. When the time comes, they’ll probably suggest transporting him to the hospice facility to care for him there during his last few days.

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