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Skepchick Quickies 9.18

On September 18, 1919, women in the Netherlands were granted the right to vote. On a related note, I just found out that women weren’t allowed to vote in Liechtenstein (a country between Austria and Switzerland) until 1984!

Mary

Mary Brock works as an Immunology scientist by day and takes care of a pink-loving princess child by night. She likes cloudy days, crafting, cooking, and Fall weather in New England.

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  1. Mary

    “Auto-Brewery Syndrome,” So people who drink Alcohol can become beer making factories, and get themselves drunk, even when they’re not drinking? Now I’m even more glad I don’t drink. Modern prohibitionists are probably just going to love this.

  2. “women weren’t allowed to vote in Liechtenstein (a country between Austria and Switzerland) until 1984”

    And they weren’t allowed to vote in Switzerland until 1971.

  3. The problem with C. diff isn’t as simple as a fecal transplant, getting the diagnosis in the first place is unlikely since it mimics other disorders. Knowing what the treat is sometime the lion’s share of the battle.

    Oh and, don’t read the comments on that story. It’s full of knee-jerk leftists blaming it all on factory farms, post hoc rationalizations by libertarians, and an astonishing amount of xenophobic rhetoric regarding whether we should “allow” the third world access to antibiotics. Nasty and stinky, I feel like I need a shower.

    1. Yes, C difficule got that name for a reason!
      What shits me about all this is, GP’s get all the blame for overprescribing antibiotics, yet the usage in agriculture is far greater. We could do something about that right now, with relatively minimal consequences.
      Meanwhile there are some of us, with COPD for instance, who depend on prompt antibiotic treatment for survival. Doesn’t matter whether it starts off as viral or bacterial, it always ends up as a serious secondary chest infection.

  4. I know what a fecal transplant actually entails, but when I hear the term, I always imagine it as a big production. Poop is put on ice in a cooler, loaded into a helicopter, and rushed to the receiving hospital, where the recipient is on an operating table. A surgeon removes the old poop, stitches the new poop in and closes up the patient. The patient then must remain on immune suppressants, lest his or her body reject the transplant. The real procedure always seems anticlimactic in comparison.

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