I was told by my mom to store my newborn child's umbilical cord tissue. It was just setting you did, a way to keep a miracle cure in your back pocket.
But my husband and I are deep divers when it comes to internet research. He's in tech, the guy that reads terms of service and third party papers, reviews, that type.
We looked and looked and looked for the practical application of cord blood. But cases were so rare, and little was written about the results. One company boasted about storing 350k cord units....I had to dig for practical uses. Times applied? 300. That's 0.00085714%.
What I did find was "used in research, used in research, used in research." In partnership with hospitals, medical groups, etc etc etc. Excuse me, but why would I pay a solid chunk of money for their research benefit? It should be the other way around, you want my cord blood for medical research, you pay ME.
I am so disappointed, this is something I was really into, and now it just seems like a giant scam. Was wondering if anyone else out there was feeling the same way...feel like my world view is a bit shattered.
I had a customer that left a (plugged in) extension cord laying on there driveway, and left it there after it snowed. I got it entangled inside my snowblower making my snowblower electrified. I tried to grab it out a couple times only to have it part of it coming flying out making me realize I could have it hit me and fry me. It also was sparking like mad every time I wiggled it.
Luckily I finally managed to get a hold of my customer because If I couldn't I would've had to leave a snowblower just chilling on their driveway that was completely electrified.
This poor Saskatchewan electrical snow snakes need our help guys. Snowblowers are the number one killers of this little critters. Without your help, they will one day go extinct!
Edit: this wasn't hanging from a vehicle or a wall outlet. It was under a garage door making 100% of the cord that was outside under the snow.
I ended up in ER 3 weeks ago with AFib -- for 6 hours. I had my phone, but no power cord. My husband was in our car in the parking lot. The ER had no power cords. Not only was I alone in a very scary situation, but I watched with despair as my battery drained towards zero. Luckily, the battery lasted until they admitted me, then the floor nurses helped me by charging it at the nurse’s station. UPDATE: Wow!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE! I did not expect this to blow up. I’m glad I can help others avoid a situation that makes a scary situation worse. CLARIFICATION: I did not know I was going to be in ER. I went to Urgent Care to get a short treatment/antibiotic. I was shocked, and unprepared, when they told me I had heart failure and they me immediately to the ER. Upon getting out of the car at the ER, I grabbed the USB power cord we keep in the center console. There was no waiting room (due to Covid?) - just a glassed in reception area. They took one look at the EKG from Urgent Care, and took me to an ER treatment room and started working on me. At that point I was tethered to the bed with IVs, so even a short 110v power cord would have been a problem. I asked the nurses, repeatedly, for help charging my phone. They told me they had no power cords, and no USB outlets. GOOD NEWS: I'm fine now. During the 3 days in the hospital, they were able to normalize my heart rhythms, and put me on the appropriate meds.
I've been disenchanted with the church for quite some time. I went back briefly last year in January when my mom was in a coma from having a stroke, because my dad said that is what she'd want, and hey, I was desperate.
However, over the last year I have seen how my LDS family act towards other people, especially ones who don't have the same views as them. Still, because one of my dearest friends was my ministering sister and had at one point been my seminary teacher, I knew she'd find out right away if I left. I also didn't want to disappoint my mom, didn't really care about my dad.
I'm really at the point I just don't care anymore. My husband had his name removed 4ish years ago I think. He's constantly telling me I can't live for other people all the time, and at some point I have to start living for me.
Well, I've decided to wait until September and for my birthday I'm going to have my name removed. Maybe I shouldn't wait so long because I could change my mind, but I have discovered a new assertiveness in me that I didn't know existed. I won't be making a post on Facebook, I won't be telling anyone. It'll just be a quiet thing, for me.
Update: I decided to do it this morning. I didn't want to back out of it. Happy birthday to my nephew, haha.