The first time I encountered the phrase “impending doom” was in the section on acute hemolytic transfusion reactions in a medical technology manual. It read like this: “Ominously, the patient may report a feeling of ‘impending doom.’ ” Such an emotional-sounding phrase seemed out of place alongside physical symptoms
Are you making summer plans? There’s a general optimism in the air right now that is hard to resist. The Olympic torch, which left Greece a year ago, started its relay in Fukushima yesterday. The next four months will see
Doesn’t it make sense to celebrate New Year’s on the first day of Spring? We’ve reached the time of year when, in the Northern Hemisphere, the daylight grows a little longer than the night each day and we look forward to having more sunshine. I remember our first year in Iran when our neighbors invited us
How our attention has shifted! Only a year ago, on March 10, 2020, the word “pandemic” occurred only 4 times in the Los Angeles Times. Today I counted no less than 38 occurrences and tomorrow, the anniversary of the pandemic declaration by the World Health Organization, will no doubt have many more. I call it Pandemic Creep.
The Pandemic Anniversary! We’re almost there. Can you feel it? I can, because my chronicle, at least this phase of it, is almost at an end. One year ago, on Wednesday, March 4, we took off for Portugal. I had been following the coronavirus story in the news for weeks, curious about how this would actually develop.
Sunday, Feb. 28, 2021 We’re in Big Bear this weekend! To those who say I’m always going somewhere, let me Continue reading
In the news this week: Human trials of COVID-19 infection will soon begin in the UK with a group of 90 volunteers. We have seen discussion of this idea for almost a year, but the green light came last week when a company named Open Orphan announced the approval of an independent Research Ethics Committee on Feb. 17, allows the project to go forward
Ash Wednesday always feels transitional to me. It brings back that gray stretch between Christmas and Easter when one day blended into the next and school seemed like it would last forever. After 11 months I’m almost used to doing things the pandemic way, like celebrating Mardi Gras with a Zoom pancake supper. Last February, when thing were “normal” seems far away.
