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Is no lifetime caps feasible?

I hate to tell you the news but as soon as medicine started being able to do incredible things that are very expensive, we started rationing. The reason 100 years ago everyone could afford their healthcare is because healthcare was a doctor giving you some elixir and telling you you'll be fine. And if it was a cold you would be fine. And if it turns out it was consumption; it was tuberculosis; it was lung cancer—you could still sit there. He'd give you some sympathy, and you'd die. Either way, it's pretty cheap.

We now live in a world where technology has triumphed, in many ways, over death. The problem with that is that it's enormously expensive.

But I prefer tuberculosis jokes!

Sort of unexpected, a la Andy Kaufman?

I'll have the tuberculosis eggs with hash browns.

The biggest thing with any of these "newsworthy" epidemics is to keep it in perspective. The only reason why anyone cares is because the media tells us to be afraid.

This swine flu has killed around 100 people, SARS killed 775 people in 2002, the h5n1 (avian) flu has killed less than 300. These are things to be taken seriously but there are much more important things to worry about:
More than 500,000 people die worldwide every year from the common flu. Malaria kills 1-3 million a year (and infects 350-500 million). Tuberculosis kills more than that.

Unfortunately sometimes the media gets wind of a particularly interesting strain (by which I mean one that has higher chance of killing people in developed countries) and they go out of their way to scare everyone.

Maybe instead of scaring us with small-time diseases the media should be attacking figures like the Pope who are helping AIDS/HIV kill 3 million people each year.

My money's on drug-resistant Tuberculosis. That's common enough. God help us if it's something else.

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I couldn't really tell you the legality of refusing a shot. As far as I know, you can - but when you're faced with certain viral threats, you want as much defense as you can get.

I have been immunized against Anthrax, Hepatitis A and Hepatitis B, Japanese Encephalitis, Smallpox, Meningitis, Typhoid, Tuberculosis, and other small stuff like the flu and tetanus.


All that being said, I doubt it was some big secret test program like this news clip makes it seem to be. Just because the woman at the hospital wouldn't tell his mom about his immunizations does not mean there's a cover-up. It means she's doing her job and ensuring patient confidentiality. Is it possible there's a cover up? Yes. Does that mean there is one going on? Get a grip. This could be nothing more than sensational media.

Doc Holliday (1851-1887)

DocJohn Henry Holliday was born in Georgia in 1851. An educated man, John learned mathematics, the sciences, and earned a degree in dentistry (hence his nickname, “Doc”). He disliked the teeth trade, preferring to spend his time playing poker, and after being diagnosed with tuberculosis, he went west to partake of the dry climate.

Despite his genteel upbringing, what Doc really liked to do was have a good time. His idea of a good time involved gambling on cards, drinking whiskey, and enjoying the attentions of a lady or two. A really good time featured all three at once. It has been said that he drank three quarts of whiskey on an average day, and when he got serious about the job, could kill five or six.

Together with his occasional paramour, “Big Nose” Kate Elder, Holliday went on a violent, lucrative, and whiskey-soaked spree through the territories. He tended to leave town under threat of arrest or one step ahead of a posse, and at one time was wanted for various crimes in Kansas, Texas, Missouri and Arizona. He holed up for a time in Tombstone, Arizona, arriving shortly before the Earp brothers, with whom he became embroiled in the animosity which led to the gunfight at the OK Corral.

His TB worsened, causing him to regularly cough up blood. Strong whiskey seemed to stem the hacking, so Doc drank from dawn to dusk. He checked into a hospital for consumptives in Glenwood Springs, Colorado, where, as a wealthy man, he bribed nurses to bring him his self-prescribed medicine. Otherwise, he remained a model patient until he died. He was 36 years old.

Big Nose Kate (1850-1940)

Known at various times as Kate Fisher, Kate Elder, or Kate Cummings, Mary Katherine Haroney was born in Budapest, Hungary, the oldest child of a wealthy physician. Her father moved to Mexico in 1862 to act as the personal physician for Emperor Maximilian I. In 1865, when the Mexican government imploded, the Haroney family relocated to Davenport, Iowa, where Dr. and Mrs. Haroney managed to die within the year, leaving Kate an orphan.

The intervening years are a blur, but by 1874 Kate was living in Dodge City, Kansas, where she sold her charms in a brothel owned by Nellie Earp, wife of James Earp, the less famous older brother of Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt. While living in Dodge, Kate met Doc Holliday, who would be part of her life for many years.

Kate could match Doc drink for drink, and her temper was, if anything, even more volatile than his. She carried a derringer in an ankle holster, and when crossed, could curse a trailhand back into church. After she’d had a few, her verbal tirades took on a cosmopolitan flavor as she assaulted her opponents in a hair-raising potpourri of Hungarian, French and English. Many times, sadly, when Kate slipped into banshee-mode, her target was Doc Holliday.

They were quite the couple. The phrase “love birds” can share space in the same sentence as the words “Doc” and “Kate” only as a means of defining what they absolutely were not. We’ve all had friends like Holliday and Big Nose (hopefully without the shootings and stabbings), or witnessed their like. You know, they start the night acting like Siamese twins attached at the lips, drinking and dancing without a care in the world, then, for reasons even they probably don’t understand, they spend the next few hours auditioning for the Springer show—yelling, chasing, crying, slapping, pouting—until, just at the very apogee of ugliness, they make up and sneak off to screw in the laundry room. Such was the daily reality of Kate’s relationship with Doc Holliday.

Kate’s epic drinking habits once got her and Holliday in a whole hill of trouble. They had been fighting and Kate, in a cloud of rage, went to a saloon, where she encountered Tombstone sheriff Johnny Behan. He was sitting with members of the feared outlaw gang, the Cowboys, lead by a rancid little psycho called Curley Bill Brocious and his frequent partner in crime, the gunman Johnny Ringo. (At a saloon in Prescott, Arizona, Ringo, a specialist at shooting unarmed men, offered to buy a man a whiskey, but when the man ordered a beer instead, Ringo shot him dead.)

The Cowboys were involved in a feud with the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday, a feud that Sheriff Behan encouraged because he was a weasel and felt threatened by the Earps’ influence in “his” town. When Kate thundered into the saloon, the boys saw an opportunity. Someone, surely one or more of the Cowboys, had recently robbed a Wells-Fargo wagon and murdered the driver. The Cowboys and Behan bought Kate as much whiskey as she could drink and persuaded her to swear that it was Doc Holliday who had done the deed, which she did right on the spot.

Kate recanted after she sobered up. Doc forgave her, and their relationship continued along its usual tempestuous course until Doc finally became so ill he required hospitalization. They never saw each other again, and Kate returned to Arizona, where she lived well into her 90s.

The building that was once the Grand Hotel in Tombstone is, today, Big Nose Kate’s Saloon. Numerous visitors have claimed that Kate’s ghost haunts its back rooms and corridors. Big Nose Kate was a hellion in life, a free spirit, an ass kicker and a name taker, so her lingering spirit is likely one spitfire of a spook.
-Modern Drunkard

I think people should receive medical treatment based on what they believe. If someone believes that viruses and bacteria can evolve resistance to treatments, they should be treated accordingly. If someone doesn't believe that microorganisms can evolve resistance to drugs, they should be given some posey, a jar of leeches, and sent on their way.

Survival of the fittest - save the vancomycin for people who aren't going to pass rampant stupidity on to the next generation. Natural selection will let MRSA and other germs that have evolved resistance take care of the rest.

Let me say this one more time - viruses and bacteria EVOLVED into forms that are resistant to antibiotics and antivirals. Tuberculosis, staphylococcus, HIV, influenza... they have all EVOLVED resistance. By going through the process of EVOLUTION they have gained adaptations that make them more virulent and more dangerous.

Not sure how many more times I'll have to say EVOLUTION and the varying forms of the word to drive the point home.

People can believe whatever the hell they want to believe, but if they intend to be passionate about it and make a shitstorm about it that pisses everyone else off, they should at least practice what they believe. By rejecting evolution, one is essentially saying that they reject the PROVEN FACT that drug resistant strains of TB, staphylococcus, influenza, HIV, and other suberbugs exist. Why waste the effective drugs on people who don't even believe the disease they have exists?

I think my main reasoning for doing this is a core belief that aging and death are a disease, just like tuberculosis or smallpox, etc. I don't think it's "the way it's supposed to be". It's something that affects us that can be beaten if not eliminated. My contract w/ Alcor tells me that if an accident should happen or I should not make it long enough to see that day...I can still wait for it the best way I know how. I love life and the adventure of seeing another day. Like dag, I will take a million to one odds over none.
I don't necessarily want to be immortal as a human (because I don't know what else is out there yet), I just want to opt out when I am good and ready to do so. Ha!
I am 30 y/o in good health (so far) by the way, which made the life insurance premium which pays for this procedure practically negligible in terms of it being a hardship to afford. My husband, on the other hand, is much older than me making his more of an issue. The issue of when to sign up in my mind is the only financial consideration... but where there is a will, there is a way. We could easily be spending the money we are spending on cryonics on monthly cable, extra phones, car payments & misc. bills (none of which we have). The whole thing is just so interesting and ... deep ...

To help the fight against tuberculosis, put me in your collective.

"More die and are killed by pharmeceuticals than any thing else"

What? Where are you getting this from?

According to WHO:

Leading causes of death in developed countries:

1. Ischaemic heart disease
2. Stroke
3. Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease
4. Lower respiratory infection
5. Lung cancer
6. Car accident
7. Stomach cancer
8. High blood pressure
9. Tuberculosis
10. Suicide

I'll readily agree that pharmaceutical companies do some terrible, terrible things, but I feel like this video misrepresents some of the key issues in the Prozac case.