Infected Sans Quotes

Un Mot gribouillé sans réfléchir sur une Page Peut stimuler un Œil Quand enveloppé dans les plis de l'éternité Son Auteur Ridé reposera L'Infection se développe dans la phrase Nous pouvons inhaler le Désespoir Comme, venant du fond des Siècles, La Malaria -

There’s no reason to assume that AIDS will stand unique, in our time, as the only such global disaster caused by a strange microbe emerging from some other animal. Some knowledgeable and gloomy prognosticators even speak of the Next Big One as an inevitability. (If you’re a seismologist in California, the Next Big One is an earthquake that drops San Francisco into the sea, but in this realm of discourse it’s a vastly lethal pandemic.)

Musk burst in carrying a sink and laughing. It was one of those visual puns that amuses him. “Let that sink in!” he exclaimed. “Let’s party on!” Agrawal and Segal smiled. Musk seemed amazed as he wandered around Twitter’s headquarters, which was in a ten-story Art Deco former merchandise mart built in 1937. It had been renovated in a tech-hip style with coffee bars, yoga studio, fitness room, and game arcades. The cavernous ninth-floor café, with a patio overlooking San Francisco’s City Hall, served free meals ranging from artisanal hamburgers to vegan salads. The signs on the restrooms said, “Gender diversity is welcome here,” and as Musk poked through cabinets filled with stashes of Twitter-branded merchandise, he found T-shirts emblazoned with the words “Stay woke,” which he waved around as an example of the mindset that he believed had infected the company. In the second-floor conference facilities, which Musk commandeered as his base camp, there were long wooden tables filled with earthy snacks and five types of water, including bottles from Norway and cans of Liquid Death. “I drink tap water,” Musk said when offered one. It was an ominous opening scene. One could smell a culture clash brewing, as if a hardscrabble cowboy had walked into a Starbucks.

Trump also said out loud what he had made abundantly clear in private, that his main concern was not the health of Americans at risk but what their illnesses would mean for him politically. Asked whether he would allow people to disembark from a cruise ship idling off the coast of San Francisco where nineteen crew members and two passengers had tested positive for the virus, Trump said he would rather not, since their cases would be added to the total number of infections in the United States. And that would make him look bad. “I like the numbers being where they are,” he said. “I don’t need to have the numbers double because of one ship that wasn’t our fault.”[3]

Avec le temps, j'ai simplement aperçu que même ceux qui étaient meilleurs que d'autres ne pouvaient s'empêcher aujourd'hui de tuer ou de laisser tuer parce que c'était dans la logique où ils vivaient, et que nous ne pouvions pas faire un geste en ce monde sans risquer de faire mourir. Oui, j'ai continué d'avoir honte, j'ai appris cela, que nous étions tous dans la peste, et j'ai perdu la paix. Je la cherche encore aujourd'hui, essayant de les comprendre tous et de n'être l'ennemi mortel de personne. Je sais seulement qu'il faut faire ce qu'il faut pour ne plus être un pestiféré et que c'est là ce qui peut, seul, nous faire espérer la paix, ou une bonne mort à son défaut. C'est cela qui peut soulager les hommes et, sinon les sauver, du moins leur faire le moins de mal possible et même parfois un peu de bien. Et c'est pourquoi j'ai décidé de refuser tout ce qui, de près ou de loin, pour de bonnes ou de mauvaises raisons, fait mourir ou justifie qu'on fasse mourir. « C'est pourquoi encore cette épidémie ne m'apprend rien, sinon qu'il faut la combattre à vos côtés. Je sais de science certaine (oui, Rieux, je sais tout de la vie, vous le voyez bien) que chacun la porte en soi, la peste, parce que personne, non, personne au monde n'en est indemne. Et qu'il faut se surveiller sans arrêt pour ne pas être amené, dans une minute de distraction, à respirer dans la figure d'un autre et à lui coller l'infection. Ce qui est naturel, c'est le microbe. Le reste, la santé, l'intégrité, la pureté, si vous voulez, c'est un effet de la volonté et d'une volonté qui ne doit jamais s'arrêter.

Encore au XIXe siècle, les meilleurs médecins ne savaient pas empêcher l’infection ni arrêter la putréfaction des tissus. Dans les hôpitaux de campagne, par peur de la gangrène, les chirurgiens amputaient couramment les mains et les jambes des soldats même légèrement blessés. Ces amputations, comme toutes les autres interventions médicales (telle l’extraction des dents), se faisaient sans anesthésiques. Les premiers d’entre eux - l’éther, le chloroforme et la morphine - ne devaient être d’usage courant dans la médecine occidentale qu’au milieu du XIXe siècle. Avant l’usage du chloroforme, il fallait quatre soldats pour maintenir un camarade blessé tandis que le médecin coupait le membre blessé. Le lendemain de la bataille de Waterloo (1815), on pouvait voir des monceaux de mains et de jambes coupés au voisinage des hôpitaux de campagne. En ce temps-là, les charpentiers et bouchers enrôlés dans l’armée servaient souvent dans le corps médical parce que la chirurgie exigeait à peine plus que de savoir manier le couteau et la scie.

Some 310,000 Indians lived within the boundaries of the present state in 1769. Approximately 60,000 lived in the coastal region between San Diego and San Francisco where Serra hoped to establish a series of missions.84 The Luiseño and then the Acjachemen resided to the immediate north of the Kumeyaay. The Gabrielino occupied the coastal plain of Los Angeles, the Chumash inhabited an expanse from Malibu to San Luis Obispo, the Yokuts lived in the Central Valley, and the Salinan and Ohlone settled the central coast between Santa Barbara and the Golden Gate. The Pomo, Coast Miwok, Wappo, Patwin, and Eastern Miwok lived in the regions immediately north and east of the San Francisco Bay Area.85 Although Alta California successfully supported a large human population, it was hardly disease-free. Even before the Spaniards arrived, a wide variety of infections were common, all of which led to high mortality

The primary cause of death was listed as cryptococcal pneumonia, which was a consequence of his Kaposi’s sarcoma and Pneumocystis carinii pneumonia. Those, however, were only the obvious diseases. The KS lesions, it turned out, covered not only his skin but also his lungs, bronchi, spleen, bladder, lymph nodes, mouth, and adrenal glands. His eyes were infected not only with cytomegalovirus but also with Cryptococcus and the Pneumocystis protozoa. It was the first time the pathologist could recall seeing the protozoa infect a person’s eye. Ken’s mother claimed his body from the hospital the day after he died. By the afternoon, Ken’s remains were cremated and tucked into a small urn. His Kaposi’s sarcoma had led to the discovery in San Francisco of the epidemic that would later be called Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome. He had been the first KS case in the country reported to a disbelieving Centers for Disease Control just eight months before. Now, he was one of eighteen such stricken people in San Francisco and the fourth man in the city to die in the epidemic, the seventy-fourth to die in the United States. There would be many, many more.

Going from a petri dish in a laboratory is a far cry from twenty-eight million dying of an infection.”               “It was released to homosexual men starting in 1977 disguised as a hepatitis B vaccine.  By the mid-eighties, over fifty-percent of all homosexual men in New York and San Francisco were infected.”               “Heathens,” Mortimar hissed.               “Then we started the myth that HIV was sourced from Africa.  HIV wasn’t even discovered in Africa until 1982, years after thousands of gay men in America already had it.”               “How did it get over there if it was an American invention?”               “Some of the monkeys used to develop both the HIV virus and the hepatitis delivery trials were set free in Africa in the late ‘70s.

Sans doute n'y a-t-il qu'une chance sur un million pour que tu lises cette lettre, mais ça ne m'empêche pas de l'écrire avec le fol espoir que tu finisses par la recevoir .. Alors voilà : Je voulais seulement te dire .. Te dire que ma vie est toujours pleine de toi et que mille fois par jour, je t'envoie mes pensées dans l'espoir qu'elles t'atteignent. Te dire que sans toi je meurs à petit feu, parce que tu es mon véritable point d'ancrage. Te dire que j'ai tout gardé de nous : nos chassés-croisés, nos souffles qui s'emmêlent, nos abandons, notre lumière, et que tout reste en moi et me contamine comme une infection dont je refuse de guérir.Te dire que j'ai essayé de te fuir, mais que tout me ramène à toi et si je devais ne jamais te revoir, j'aimerais que tu saches que je ne regrettes rien. Que les morsures cruelles de la douleur pèsent de peu de poids face à la parenthèse de notre amour.

San Antonio suffered one of the highest attack rates but lowest death rates in the country; the virus there infected 53.5 percent of the population, and 98 percent of all homes in the city had at least one person sick with influenza. But there the virus had mutated toward mildness; only 0.8 percent of those who got influenza died. (This death rate was still double that of normal influenza.)

filling the form in.  She held up the photo and matched it with the wall, a tired, thinlooking girl looking out at her. It was set to the right of Oliver’s. They could have had them taken at the same time. She’d ask Mary.  Grace had said she had only been with Oliver — or at least that’s what the answers suggested. She’d have to ask her to make sure. It wasn’t unknown for homeless people to get into disagreements over love. When you’ve got nothing much to lose, the law doesn’t come into play when you’re asking yourself if you’re prepared to kill for someone.  Grace also admitted to being a regular heroin user and agreed to have an examination. She also said she didn’t have any diseases as far as she knew. She was the same age, too. Eighteen. Had they known each other before they’d become homeless? She’d have to find Grace to know the truth.  She went back to Oliver’s file and checked the date next to his signature. It said the seventh of September. Just under two months ago.  Jamie leafed to the next and only other page in the file. It was another shabbily photocopied sheet. Mary must have been doing them on her printer-scanner at home, creating them on her computer. She really did care. The sheet displayed a pixelated outline of the human body — no doubt an image pulled off the web and then stretched out to fill a page. The resolution was too low to keep any sort of detail, but the shape still came through okay. It was a human with their arms out, feet apart. At the top of the page, in Comic Sans, ‘Examination Sheet’ was written as the title.  In appropriately illegible handwriting for a doctor, notes had been jotted around the body. Parts had been circled with lines being drawn to the corresponding note. She read words like ‘graze’ and ‘lesion’. ‘Rash’ cropped up a few times. But there didn’t look to be anything sinister going on. The crooks of the elbows, as well as the ankles, were all circled several times but nothing was written at the sides. Those areas didn’t need explaining, though underneath, as if encapsulating the entire exam were the words ‘No signs of infection’. So he’d been relatively careful, then. Clean needles, at least. Under that, there was a little paragraph recommending a general blood panel, but overall, Oliver seemed to be in decent health. Nothing had been prescribed, it seemed.  She checked Grace’s and found it to be much the same, complete with triple circles around the elbows and ankles. Though her genital area had also been circled and the word ‘Rash’ had been written. At the bottom, a prescription had been written for azithromycin.  Jamie clicked her teeth together, rummaging in her brain for the name. Was it a gonorrhoea medication or chlamydia? She knew it was for an STD, she just couldn’t remember which. But that meant that where she’d put down ‘1’ for number of

Arrhythmias are additional common causes of problems and death, and the heart can also be damaged by infections, birth defects, drugs, and faulty wiring. But atherosclerosis is by far the leading culprit, and chronically high blood pressure, hypertension, is a close second. Hypertension is a silent condition that relentlessly strains the heart, arteries, and various organs. At least 100,000 times a day, the heart forces about five liters of blood through thousands of miles of arteries that resist each squeeze, generating pressure. When we exercise, blood pressure rises temporarily, causing the heart’s muscular chambers to adapt, mostly by becoming stronger, larger, and more elastic so it can pump more blood with each stroke.30 Just as important, arteries also adapt to exercise to keep blood pressure low, primarily by expanding, multiplying, and staying elastic.31 However, when blood pressure is chronically high, the heart defends itself by developing thicker muscular walls. These thicker walls stiffen and fill with scar tissue, and eventually the heart weakens. A vicious cycle then ensues. As the heart’s ability to pump blood declines, it becomes harder to exercise and thus control high blood pressure. Blood pressure may rise as the heart progressively weakens until the failing heart cannot support or sustain a normal blood pressure. Death usually ensues. Coronary artery disease is ancient and has even been diagnosed in mummies.32 But research on nonindustrial populations provides powerful evidence that coronary artery disease and hypertension are largely evolutionary mismatches. Although many medical textbooks teach doctors that it’s normal for blood pressure to rise with age, we have known since the 1970s this is not true among hunter-gatherer populations like the San and the Hadza.33 The average blood pressure in a seventy-year-old San hunter-gatherer is 120/67, no different from a twenty-year-old. Lifelong low blood pressure also characterizes many subsistence farming populations. My colleagues Rob Shave and Aaron Baggish and I measured more than a hundred Tarahumara farmers of every age and found no difference in blood pressure between teenagers and octogenarians.34 By the same token, blood pressure can also stay normal into old age among industrialized people who eat sensibly and stay active.35

Heavy drug and alcohol use degrades the health of homeless people. Drug overdose is the leading cause of death among the homeless.44 Skin infections and disease are more common due to injecting drugs like heroin and meth. Respiratory diseases are common due to smoking tobacco, crack, heroin, fentanyl, and meth.45 And about two-thirds of the time of hospital emergency departments in San Francisco is spent serving the homeless.46 Social

Some knowledgeable and gloomy prognosticators even speak of the Next Big One as an inevitability. (If you’re a seismologist in California, the Next Big One is an earthquake that drops San Francisco into the sea, but in this realm of discourse it’s a vastly lethal pandemic.) Will the Next Big One be caused by a virus? Will the Next Big One come out of a rainforest or a market in southern China? Will the Next Big One kill 30 or 40 million people?

Ecco a cosa sono utili le zoonosi: ci ricordano, come versioni moderne di san Francesco, che in quanto esseri umani siamo parte della natura, e che la stessa idea di un mondo naturale distinto da noi è sbagliata e artificiale. C’è un mondo solo, di cui l’umanità fa parte, così come l’HIV, i virus di Ebola e dell’influenza, Nipah, Hendra e la SARS, gli scimpanzé, i pipistrelli, gli zibetti e le oche indiane. E ne fa parte anche il prossimo virus killer che ci colpirà, quello che ancora non abbiamo scoperto.

What the CDC announced was a cluster of opportunistic infections that normally occurred only in rare cases of immunosuppression—pneumocystis pneumonia and Kaposi’s sarcoma. The fact that both occurred in a network of five young gay men in Los Angeles was striking, and it was soon followed by news of similar clusters in New York City and San Francisco.

What the CDC announced was a cluster of opportunistic infections that normally occurred only in rare cases of immunosuppression—pneumocystis pneumonia and Kaposi’s sarcoma. The fact that both occurred in a network of five young gay men in Los Angeles was striking, and it was soon followed by news of similar clusters in New York City and San Francisco. By July there were forty cases of Kaposi’s sarcoma among the gay communities of those two cities, and by the end of the year 121 men had died of the new disease.

Miami is the “epicenter of HIV/AIDS in the United States with the highest new infection rate per capita of any U.S. city: 47 per 100,000 . . . , more than twice as many as San Francisco, New York City, or Los Angeles.

Another Colorado town, Ouray, in the San Juan Mountains, went further. Ouray’s sheriff hired guards to enforce a “shotgun” quarantine against outsiders. No matter: influenza got in anyway, infecting 150 townspeople. St. Louis, Missouri, barred soldiers and sailors on leave from entering the city.15