Science builds on science, one block on top of another. Understanding and discovery are never an easy process.
Only with time, the gradual acceptance in the mind of the public will effectively give away to the vivid realization; things are not as pure or innocent as those in control would have us believe.
This book is a novel. However, the information sources given as references are real. To get the average person to consume the volume of information necessary to glean the diamonds of truth that are needed to make an informed decision, is about as likely as teaching a cat trigonometry.
The cited sources used are believed to be authentic in relation to the historical and sociological vantage point in the period of time in question.
This text or any portion of any cited should not be considered medical advice. The author contends the right to exercise artistic license en regards to the information related. Any persons needing medical care or advice should seek out qualified medical professionals.
The waitress arrived at their booth and took their orders. The conversation turned to her eating for the baby too. The topic of good nutrition came up. Barbara was telling Carley how important good vitamins, and minerals were to making sure the baby has a good chance coming into the world. Carley brought up the topic of how crack mothers are putting their babies at risk for all kinds of births defects by taking drugs while pregnant. Barbara related the material indicates even a glass of wine or smoking when pregnant can affect the baby. Barbara asked her friend, “Do you know anyone who would take drugs while they are pregnant? I mean, what kind of person would do something like that.” Carley responded she knew people from college that were always on drugs. She adds, “They weren’t addicted, or anything, they did it just for kicks. Come to think about it, I did know some kids that died from overdoses.” she admitted. “Now we have AIDS to consider, they take those drugs, share needles, and infect each other.” Shaking her head she offers, “Why would someone get caught up in all that?” Barbara asks, “I don’t know anyone on drugs around here, do you?” Carley admitted she did, but they don’t act like they are sick or anything. Barbara responded, “What about AIDS?” Carley began explaining, “Working with the community like I do, I thought we would have lots of cases. But, you know, we don’t see it. We do testing and find people who are HIV positive, but those people are still around and are not sick. We had discussions on this at work. We have a lot of promiscuous people in this area. We have the run of the mill, sexually transmitted diseases. We thought by now we should have dozens of sick people, and several dead people, but we don’t. Working at the clinic like I do, I see lots of people and know what kind of drugs the doctor orders for them. He orders no AIDS drugs.” Carley got this far away look in her eye and softly asked, “I wonder why that is? This thing started twenty years ago. It’s sexually transmitted and contagious. I wonder why we don’t have lots of cases.” They sat contemplating the question till the their orders came. As they ate, Barbara could tell Carley was in deep thought. “You went to Nursing School didn’t you?” Barbara asked. “Yes, I went. We were told to expect an epidemic of sick and dying in the near future, they never came.” She explained, “When we were studying the topic of AIDS, for some reason I had a problem with the way they told us the virus attacks the T cells, and if you were HIV positive that meant you were infected. That is just the opposite of the way other disease processes work. The test detects antibodies to the virus. In other diseases; if you have antibodies that means, you have become infected and your body has neutralized the virus, and you have immunity. AIDS is completely different, it seems it breaks all the rules. I don’t know why.” The women finished their lunch and their conversations. As they were walking out of the restaurant Barbara commented, “I’ve been telling you about what I’ve been doing, you told me nothing of your adventures. Come on, cough it up, spill the beans woman.” The woman thought a minute and indicated they should head over to the movie theater and decide what movie she should watch. As they got in the car, Carley admitted her life was filled with work and the drudgery of more work. She offers, “It seems it never ends, work from morning till night, get home, see Alfred for a few minutes. He’s wore out from working the long hours he works. We rarely see each other, and when we do we are so tired, all we want to do is rest. We may get a weekend together every other month. When we do get together our expectations aren’t met because we are putting so much emphasis on the importance of our time together. It is almost as if we don’t talk enough to keep our goals and dreams as a couple. Maybe we are drifting apart because we work so much to pay for the house, car, boat, and the dues to the country club.” “You have a boat?” Barbara asks. “Where do you use a boat around here? Except for Raystown Lake, and of course the Youghiogheny reservoir.” Carley admits, “If we get out in the boat three times a year, we are doing good. It’s as if we feel obligated to use it because we bought it.” Barbara asks, “What kind of boat is it?” “It’s a fourteen foot cabin cruiser. We use it for water skiing and fishing. I wish we didn’t have it. I feel like we owe it our time. The country club is another waste of time. Alfred golfs with his clients from work. He says it’s how business is done. We go out occasionally to have dinner at the country club. We have that house, and are so busy with our careers; I spend most of my time cleaning it, mowing the grass, clipping the hedges, raking the leaves, sometimes I feel as if the house owns me.”
About Christian Everest Jennings III
Christian Everest Jennings III was born in western Pennsylvania in the late fifties. He grew up in a small town, where life was simple, food was wholesome and milk was from the local dairy farm. Back in that day, you could go meet the cow that produced your milk.
The author has worked in the health care field for twenty-five years. During this time, many seemingly unexplainable events have stoked the fires of his curiosity.
Science builds on science, one block on top of another. Understanding and discovery are never an easy process.
Christian Everest Jennings III was born in western Pennsylvania in the late fifties. He grew up in a small town, where life was simple, food was wholesome and milk was from the local dairy farm. Back in that day, you could go meet the cow that produced your milk.