YC, about adding the two Nalgene capfuls of alum solution, I did it that way the first couple of times, and afterwards just dispensed a glug of the solution into the settling bucket. I had a pretty good idea of how much alum solution was in two capfuls and don’t think that measurement need be all that exact.
Sorry to hear, Mike, that you contracted Beaver Fever. I had a friend who contracted it from shallow well water on a southern British Columbia ranch. A very painful experience for him, but seemingly easily cured with proper treatment.
PP, I’ve had Giardia (which for me wasn’t that bad symptomatically ), Lyme Disease (which I caught early-ish, but may have left me a bit arthritic) and Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever (which undiagnosed nearly ended me).
That tick borne crap is bad, and worth diluting some Martin’s Permethrin to spray on pant legs and shoes before a trip.
https://www.amazon.com/Control-Solutions-Permethrin-Multi-Purpose-Insecticide/dp/B00061MSS0
Or
during a trip; Permethrin is poisonous for aquatics and felines. I’ll bring a bottle in and spray my pant legs, shoes, chair, tent and vestibule doors in camp in situ; if the overspray is underfoot, under-chair or around tent doors I’m ok with that. Waking up to see a horde of ticks leg waggling on the no-see-um mesh ISO a blood meal is not a great start for the day.
Luckily I also spent 40 years working with infectious disease and docs; the Spotted Fever was finally diagnosed from 500 miles away, from a symptom I mumbled incoherently over the phone while explaining that I was weak, feverish yet having chills, and barely able to walk across the room, let alone drive, and wouldn’t be able to travel 500 miles home in time for work on Monday
My then boss’s actual words (a Walter Reed infectious disease expert) were “Mike, you’ve got Rocky Mountain Spotted Fever, you better get to a doctor or you’re going to die”. Great bedside manner, maybe why he was in research.
Doxycycline knocked that crap out fast and I only missed one day of work.
(Well hell, I’m just watching paint dry. Literally, latex paint over pink foamboard, and will instead blather about a peculiar time in my life)
On our longest trip, planned for 40 days, my GP gave us a prescription for pills to take with us.
If that medication was Flagyl (metronidazole) for Giardia it can make you photosensitive, so if you were to take it watch your sun exposure, And, I know from personal experience,
DO NOT drink alcohol while taking Flagyl. Maybe especially don’t wash them down with beer.
I was given Flagly for the Giardia when my two week inpatient E.coli study was up. And a pocket full of cash ($22 a day x 14 days! Riches beyond dreams of avarice!). I was not given any instructions or contraindications for taking Flagyl, just handed a bottle of pills and “A take these X times a day ‘til they are gone”
I did what any red blooded American 18 year old with a sudden pocket full of cash would do upon release from a sterile and monitored in-patient environment. I partied for days. Some of the after-parties, with a cohort of twenty suddenly cash flush fellow guinea pigs, gathered together to celebrate their freedom, were epic, multi-day affairs.
Thank goodness they kept some of our money until we appeared for the required follow up visit. I left one after party on a Saturday night and when I came back Wednesday it was still going on.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rKaQzQAlNn4
I kept passing out and coming to face down on the carpet or in the dirt. I
was drinking quite a bit to make up for lost time, and oh hell, it’s time to take my Flagyl. When I went back for the follow-up a week later I mentioned that I felt fine gastrointestinally, had developed a brain tumor, because I kept blacking out.
“You haven’t been drinking have you?”, asked with a look of wide eyed horror. I burst out laughing at the inanity of the question before I could sputter a reply. What the hell do you think I’ve been doing, beer is the only thing we haven’t figured out how to smuggle onto the ward.
(Paint is drying nicely, best keep blathering than screw with it just yet)
With some practiced smuggling technique we did not lack for much on the ward, and the “old hands” were particularly inventive. This was a sealed ward, flying a quarantine flag. The windows didn’t open. But they once
had opened, via a since removed hand crank. One early roommate rubbed a pencil across the missing handle gear-toothed connection and fabricated a window crank.
He would crack the window barely ¼”open, roll a joint from his smuggled-in stash and stick the joint in the end of a drinking straw laid out on the concrete window sill. An exhale straw went on the other side of the windowsill.
Close the blinds just in case. Lean in and inhale through the straw. Wait 30 seconds, lean out and exhale through the other straw, with all smoke and odor remaining outside the building. He was brilliant. And, I should add generous.
There were upsides to being a guinea pig for vaccine studies. It funded a bunch of wandering cross country trips. The vaccination page of my passport was a head scratching thing of wonder. Typhoid, Heptavax B (several doses), Imovax rabbies vaccine (several doses), H1N1 Swine Flu, Cholera, A. Victoria, several nasty strains of E.coli. It was a hypochondriac traveler’s wet dream, and yet I still managed to catch things not on the list.
I met some interesting and bizarre people during those (need I mention co-ed) studies, a couple of whom made their living as guinea pigs. I was however not interested in that steady money gig as a human subject teaching interns how to perform rectal exams; Turn your head and cough, Next, Turn your head and cough, Next, and eventually ran out of infectious diseases to be vaccinated against or challenged with.
But, on the last inpatient day of the last study for which I was eligible (immune to dang near everything they were working on, or been challenged with it) my morning physical was conducted by the Director of the Institute, who I had come to know well.
When he finished my physical I looked him in the eye, pulled my empty pants pockets inside out, shook out some lint and said five words that changed my life:
“I need a real job”
Started as a glassware washing Laboratory Assistant II. Thirty five years later I was managing the largest dedicated research facility on campus, had helped design that building from ground up, and worked on the retrofit design of two other laboratory buildings.
Those five simple words changed the course of my life. Freaks me the hell out when I think about it.
And that’s all I have to say about that
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Otm4RusESNU