A year after a given strain hits your immune system, its surviving descendants are very likely to be completely unrecognizable as far as your antibodies are concerned.
I had a very nasty flu (doc's couldn't identify it, so it must've been a new one) just before my sophomore year in college. I didn't catch another flu for at least 6 years after that and I know I was exposed plenty. Even in the last couple of years, when I've been surrouded by sickies I've sometimes felt tired and achey for a day and then felt fine after that. I think my antibodies are pretty good at the recognition thing.
Of course this means something like the 1918 influenza would turn me into a puddle of white cell goo.
Yup -- the one plague in history where being outside the 20-40-and-healthy demographic was a plus.
IIRC, the second wave of Black Death in 1361 hit the teen-30 population worse than the next older group, which was a big difference from the 1347 inital outbreak. After that, the occasional outbreaks seemed to hit new populations that hadn't been born during the prior outbreak the worst.
We usually have a relish and a cooked sauce made with cranberries, port, and various spices.
Last year I got a killer cranberry sauce recipe off LJ: it calls for fresh ginger and oranges. OMG so good. I'm never making straight cranberry sauce again.
My brother-the-doctor was on NPR a couple of months ago, talking about avian flu. He wasn't optimistic.
The BBC will tell you how smart you are -- scroll over to the right and down.
So far I'm a lot better at geography than at history, but not that good at either.
Oh fun. I just got to call 911. Over a girlfight apparently going on below me. Not sure at all what is/was going on, but when there are "get out of my house" and thumps that disturb neighbors not above them, that's what I do.
There is a section of wrought iron lyingon the grass. What else am I supposed to do?
That's not the good sort of exciting, sara. Want me to come over and break it up?
I'm better at French than geo or hist. Ironically -- my three worst high school subjects. And I did quite decently at the French quiz.
I'm scared to take a quiz in something I was good at.
Sure! Cops came rather promptly (I'm used to being put on hold and then 45+ minutes, but this time I got 3 whole cops, including a woman!) and got to hear that the deadbolt was supposedly jammed and so the cops mocked each other into jumping onto the balcony.
I'm just wondering, can I go to bed yet? And..not wondering, but I should really move.
There was a guy from Columbia's School of Public Health, and he was terrifying in general.
