<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:55:41.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113473684553676972</id><published>2005-12-16T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:42:26.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;E</title><content type='html'>The controversial Hanly Report sought the closure of many regional hospitals with the loss of full-scale A&amp;E and maternity services. There has been much controversy over the closure of Monaghan hospital A&amp;amp;E department. A few months ago Patrick Walsh, the 75 year old man bleed to death because Monaghan hospital was not allowed to carry our emergency surgery on him. In 2003 Baby Bronagh Livingstone died after her mother who was in advanced stages of labour, was refused permission to give birth at Monaghan general hospital. She was transported by ambulance to Cavan and en route gave birth to a premature baby girl who died shortly afterwards. Over a year later there were renewed calls to put Monaghan back on call. Benny McCullagh a 72-year-old Monaghan man died from a heart attack as the ambulance could not attended nearby Monaghan hospital’s closed A&amp;E but had to travel to Cavan which was more than 40km away. Local GP Dr Illona Duffy said that if he had been taken to Monaghan he would have been given life-saving clot busting drugs that would have given him ‘a fighting chance’..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not only raise the issue of inadequate A&amp;amp;E services for rural people, but also of the inadequate ambulance service. Could Benny Mc Cullagh’s life have been saved if the ambulance personnel were allowed to give him these clot busting drugs? The North Eastern Health Board in its statement said that the ambulance services are highly skilled emergency medical technicians who follow standard operating procedures and are trained to respond to all acute care situations, they are trained in CPR and defibrillation’. Ambulance personnel who have been trained in CPR and defibrillation are inadequate when you need drug to save your life. This inadequate training is sure to exacerbate the A&amp;E crisis. If ambulance personnel could widen their scope of practice it would mean that patients could be treated at the scene and would be in better condition arriving into A&amp;amp;E or avoid the emergency department altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113473684553676972?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113473684553676972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113473684553676972' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113473684553676972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113473684553676972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/ae.html' title='A&amp;E'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113473579836627460</id><published>2005-12-16T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:23:18.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meath Street.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/400/map.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite street in Dublin has to be Meath street. It is one of the only streets that is untouched by the Celtic tiger and the homogenous chain stores. It feels like authentic Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;The street is strewn with stalls with selling everything from shampoo to runners, many of them after “falling of the back of a lorry”. There are pound shops cafes and backerys. Loads of butchers, one of which sells really fresh fish for a great price and you can buy the cheeps vegetables in Dublin in Jack Roche’s fruit and veg market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really makes the street special is the banter. The locals chat and gossip among them selves and every shop you go into, the chat is characterised by a dry Dublin sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets hope Meath street stays that way for a very long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113473579836627460?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113473579836627460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113473579836627460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113473579836627460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113473579836627460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/meath-street.html' title='Meath Street.'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113473540443698209</id><published>2005-12-16T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T04:16:44.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of term party.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/hangover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/320/hangover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my class night out I learned that mixing cocktails, baby Guinness, gin, beer and wine gives a very bad hangover.&lt;br /&gt;I also learned a new expression “sneaky ram”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113473540443698209?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113473540443698209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113473540443698209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113473540443698209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113473540443698209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-of-term-party.html' title='End of term party.'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113456429067847642</id><published>2005-12-14T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T04:44:50.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Private System</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/doctors-blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/400/doctors-blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps harping on about the health service and how the government can go about improving the situation. But what no one seems to recognise is that we have a two-tier public-private system which significantly affects the system. Under the present arrangement 80% of the beds in acute hospitals may be designated as public while 20% may be private. It is estimated that the current ratio of private to public beds in public hospitals is being exceeded, with too many patients in public hospitals been designated private. This would raise the question of how this bed ratio affects the public waiting lists and the overcrowding in A&amp;E. One could assume that if we did not have this two-tier system that at least 20% more beds could be made available and thus reduce many of the problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A report by Comhairle na nOspideal found that some consultants protect their beds by delaying discharge in order to insure bed availability for their incoming patients. This report found that delays in discharges usually happen over weekends, or other times when consultants were absent. It estimates that nearly two thirds of consultants currently have contracts that entitle them to treat private patients in the public hospital were they work. In the public system they are contracted and are paid on a salary basis, in the private system they are paid on a per patient basis. Figures from 2001 show that having a private practice, in affect doubles a consultant’s salary. Even without a private practice they are the highest paid in EU. So consultants are rewarded hugely to attend to private patients and it is questionable if this is at the expense of the public patients and the public hospital waiting lists. One commentator, Sean Conroy, put it succinctly: “If a publican paid her barman by the hour for covering the bar and by the drink for covering the lounge, it would be hard to get served in the bar”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultants’ daily work is been divided in this two-tier system, and one could come to the conclusion that this is impacting negatively on the public system. Many consultants want to discharge their own patients. If they are absent there will be delays in discharge and causing more blocked beds. The Irish Nurses Organisation recently announced emergency measures to tackle the A&amp;amp;E problem. One of these has been the provision of additional ward rounds (at least three per day) to ensure a speedy discharge. Within the current two-tier system this may be virtually impossible for many consultants to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consultants’ absence may also affect the A&amp;E department directly. Eight out of ten times patients in A&amp;amp;E are seen by junior doctors. These doctors may be inexperienced, and are more likely to give substandard care over a longer period of time causing further delays. The government’s health strategy proposes a programme for improving A&amp;E departments by appointing more A&amp;amp;E consultants and to designating a member of staff to liaise with patients awaiting treatment. Mary Harney remarked recently that consultants would have to change their working hours because patients often ended up staying in A&amp;amp;E overnight, because there was no consultant on duty after 6pm until 8 or 9 am the following morning.&lt;br /&gt;The two-tier system offers unequal access for unequal care. These inequalities cause patients to wait longer to see consultants and to get treatments. During the waiting period the patient’s condition may worsen and inevitably present with more complex problems at a later stage. One radical solution would be to abolish the unequal two-tier health system. Canadians take enormous pride in their state-funded medical system. Many provinces have an outright ban on private health care. Since 1972 every Canadian has been covered by national health insurance for medical and hospital needs. This system could be possible in Ireland with the cooperation of the medical profession. Such a system could be feasible in Ireland. The funding could come from tax or introducing a compulsory insurance system. Maev-Ann Wren, author of Unhealthy State: Anatomy of a Sick Society believes that this would be a realistic solution, by banning private practices in public hospital and investing in public care so that the majority would opt to be treated in a one-tier public hospital by salaried consultants. She also warns against the risk of insufficient investment, which may cause doctors and patients to take flight into the private system and leave the two-tier system dominant. Unfortunately this government shows no signs of veering to a one-teir system and celebrates in the collaboration of public and private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113456429067847642?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113456429067847642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113456429067847642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113456429067847642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113456429067847642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/public-private-system.html' title='Public Private System'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113456279413225826</id><published>2005-12-14T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T04:19:54.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/glasnevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/320/glasnevin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The invitation specified two rules; no illegal drugs and use of mobile phones was forbidden. It was a Saturday night in October and I was going to the first Deep Blue party in Dublin. My fellow invitees gathered outside Penney’s on O'Connell Street. We were collected by a hired bus, to be brought to an undisclosed location. Each of us had paid €30 for this uncertain pleasure.As we drove north of the city we speculated where our mystery bus ride would bring us. The Botanic Gardens? Finglas Observatory? An Airport hanger? I never would have guessed that the venue for our party would be Glasnevin Crematorium.On entering the church we were welcomed by Deep Blue, a Belfast based association of artist's, musicians, DJs, poets, writers, photographers and performance artists. The room was dimly lit and a recorded voice repeatedly asked what I was already wondering: What am I doing here?It was eerie. A person had been cremated there the day of the party. Most probably, there would be another cremation in the morning.Everyone commented on this, as if by acknowledging this we would be relieved from the sense of guilt.At the furnace there was a free champagne bar. Why not, I suppose? Soap was laid out around the circumference of the altar where two chairs faced each other. Visuals were projected on to the arched ceiling. I had no idea what was going to happen?The anticipation and wonder added to the excitement and seemed to dispel feelings of discomfort. There was also grandiose feel to the party as we sipped on our champagne, listening to opera in this beautiful spacious old building. This was, after all, one of those events that can truly be called unique.There were performances artists, but they were not focal points. They blended in, adding another curious dimension to the night. After a while it was accepted as normal that a girl was standing still on the altar holding a painting in front of her face for an hour. Another lady got the soap and a bowl of water and washed the doors of the church, which she has previously covered with jam.A girl dressed in a black and white corset appeared and got the attention of the room. She also sported a clear plastic cone around her neck, which amplified the sounds she made. Then she manipulated her voice, making bird-like purring sounds which got louder and louder. I sat dumbstruck, trying to figure out what it was all about.Deep Blue has a policy of not promoting dancing as the exclusive element of clubbing. Each party is at a different venue, and it frequently changes the types of music and visual entertainment. The only constant in Deep Blue is the free champagne bar provided by its sponsors, Lanson Champagne of Belfast, and Piper-Heidseick Champagne of Dublin.Previous venues include Belfast Zoo, a sewage works, an aquarium, a railway station and a gallery. It has also preformed in New York and Barcelona.&lt;br /&gt;Many of the invitees had come alone, and some were of the 30 - 40 years age group. One guy had travelled alone from Liverpool for the event. People had expected a gathering of at least 100 people and were surprised that the group numbered only 40.&lt;br /&gt;There was an eclectic mix of music. Swing, classical, jazz, opera and rock were all played. A lone saxophone player walked around playing moody jazz. Two musicians banged out some techno beats on their synthesizers, accompanied by a keyboard and their friend who was ten feet up on scaffolding playing a hand held keyboard.This heightened the revellers energy levels. As we danced on the altar we joked about excommunication and our journey to hell. A friend, Jeremey, took the microphone for a freestyling MC session and he ingeniously improvised to the techno.The Gypsy Kings were the wind down music. Our bus was there to bring us back to the reality we had just escaped from. I left happy and satisfied wondering when the next party would be. They set out to entice, bemuse, and amuse and this they did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113456279413225826?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113456279413225826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113456279413225826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113456279413225826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113456279413225826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/deep-blue.html' title='Deep Blue'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113448958402723072</id><published>2005-12-13T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:01:54.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pyjama wearing women</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/pyjamas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/320/pyjamas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.answerbag.com/g_view.php/2063"&gt;I have been living in the inner city since this summer, and I have noticed a strange phenomenon that seems to have taken hold in Dublin 8. No, it’s not junkies wanting to syringe you or travellers riding around on there horse and carriage looking for scrap. Its people wearing their pyjama out doors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, they don’t just happen to be in their pyjamas and realise they have to go to the shop for some milk. They wear their pyjamas as a fashion statement. I don’t fully understand what it’s all about but what I have noticed is that it’s mainly the females that are the culprits. There is no age distinction but it’s predominately the over 45 and the under 16 that wear there bed attire outside. These pyjama wearing women wear normal cloths during the day, the women go and do their shopping and the young girls go to school. Once they return home after their daily work done they get straight into their pyjamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think, there is nothing wrong with this and that you often get into my pj’s early and vegetated in front of the TV. But what you don’t do it get into my pj’s at five o’clock!! It’s not even that they have any intention of staying in and watching the TV, the kids come home from school and get out of their uniform into their other uniform. They then hang out in gangs around street corners (in their pyjamas) or the younger ones play street games (in their pyjamas). You see the older ones in the shop and going for walks in their pyjamas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in Vietnam three years ago I stopped off in a place called Delat. Everyone was wearing pyjamas! In the restaurants, in the shops and the cinema! Apparently this is a uniquely asian thing but could this have really spread to Dublin?&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know what this is all about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asians&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113448958402723072?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113448958402723072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113448958402723072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113448958402723072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113448958402723072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/pyjama-wearing-women.html' title='Pyjama wearing women'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113415357387412996</id><published>2005-12-09T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T10:39:33.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Hot Ballroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/MadHotBallroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/320/MadHotBallroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to see Mad Hot Ballroom last night. This is a documentary about preteen kids entering a ballroom dancing competition and the adults that are teaching them. None of the children had ever danced before and we see them transform on screen while learning the foxtrot, merenque, rumba and swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first they are awkward in their own bodies and repulsed by dancing with the opposite sex. Their faces even grimace at the teachers order to keep eye contact at all times. By the end of the movie these children are extremely confident and superb dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It follows two main schools of poorer areas New York. Many of these kids are from Dominican Republic emigrant families and we get a glimpse of what there home life is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of the film is the natural charm the children have. They break out of their childhood shells as we get a glimpse of what it was like to be 11 again. These children are still so innocent but very open and become completely immersed in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;It’s heart-warming and inspiring and you will litterly be dancing out of the cinema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113415357387412996?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113415357387412996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113415357387412996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113415357387412996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113415357387412996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/mad-hot-ballroom.html' title='Mad Hot Ballroom'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113406294793237821</id><published>2005-12-08T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:22:23.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burningman.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/burningman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/400/burningman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the Burning Man festival for the first in 1999. At the time I was living in San Francisco working on a J1 visa. I had heard of the festival before when I was about 16 on a channel four documentary “Rave New World”. While watching it I promised myself I would go one day.&lt;br /&gt;Five years later I find myself in the middle of the middle of the Nevada desert surrounded by seer madness. The TV had not prepared me in anyway for what I experienced and I quickly understood what “culture shock” meant. I had never before experienced people been so uninhibited and free. Naked people wanting to paint me or having people give you things just for the fun of it. That not to mention wandering in cluslessly to the orgy’s and S&amp;amp;M tents!!&lt;br /&gt;To say it was an education is an understatement. I suddenly knew what the hippy movement was all about and developed a true appreciation of hedonism.&lt;br /&gt;I went back home to Dublin with colourful tails of the event. The next year I returned with a troop of my mates on the promise of the “time of their life”. That they had and we all went again for the third time in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been five years since I’ve been there and I miss it. Many people claim that it’s got to big and commercial (check out &lt;a href="http://www.burningmanisdead.com/"&gt;http://www.burningmanisdead.com/&lt;/a&gt;). I recently came across an email I got from a friend who was a burning man this year for his first time. It may not be with in not with in “blog” rules to paste another’s mail, but I simply had too as I think it captured the wonder and chaos of the event. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;For more info go to &lt;a href="http://www.burningman.com"&gt;www.burningman.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113406294793237821?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113406294793237821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113406294793237821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113406294793237821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113406294793237821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/burningman.html' title='Burningman.'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113406025795322055</id><published>2005-12-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:44:17.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Budget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/brian-cowan-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/200/brian-cowan-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The budget was released today and by all accounts the low-income earners with children and the pensioners did well. But the issue of health care seems to have been put on the back burner for an other year. Our health service is in a mess and the government seems to have done nothing constructive to solve the problem.&lt;br /&gt;The A&amp;E crisis seems to have fallen from the media spotlight over the last few weeks. Some people may interpret this to mean that things are improving, unfortunately not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Irish Nurses Organisation this year there has been an average of 265 patients waiting on hospital trolleys every day. MRSA is endemic in our hospitals and patients are still waiting too long to see hospitals consultants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that money is not the only answer to the crisis in our hospital service. The government health expenditure is above the EU average per had of population. However some provisions should have been made for the promised improved “primary health care” and what about the cancer patient who has to travel from Donegal to Dublin for their radiotherapy, not to mention an improved ambulance service. Money also could have been provided for the appointment of more A&amp;amp;E consultants. This list of worth while causes could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so depressing to know that there is no sign of improvement for our hospitals and that patients will continue to suffer for the foreseeable future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113406025795322055?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113406025795322055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113406025795322055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113406025795322055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113406025795322055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/budget.html' title='The Budget'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113388413286697269</id><published>2005-12-06T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T07:48:52.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Irish Ambulance Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.piperreport.com/archives/images/Ambulance%20from%20Rear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.piperreport.com/archives/images/Ambulance%20from%20Rear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a follow up to my last post called “Media Ethics”. Mayoman left a comment asking if the girl survived the incident. I don’t know whether she did or not. If she did, she would have been left with sever brain damage as her oxygen supply to her brain was cut off for a long time. Perhaps now she is been fed by a tube in her stomach and can’t talk, walk or live any semblance of her previous life. This happens regularly to drug users who overdose. They ended up living the rest of there life in a state institution. I wouldn’t call it living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing about it is, if this drug addict lived in the UK she would have had a much bigger chance of survival and she might not have had to go to hospital at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drug narcan is classed as an opioid antagonist. It is used in the emergency treatment of opioid poisoning, heroin is an opioid. When some takes an overdose of heroin their respiratory system is suppressed. That why the girl I found was not breathing and was blue in colour. The treatment for heroin overdoses is to give narcan thorough the vein. Within minutes it reverses the effected of the heron and the person is back to a relatively normal state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The addict I met was given oxygen by then ambulance crew while on her way to the Mater Hospital. She would have received narcan when in A&amp;E but at that stage she would have been brain damaged. In the UK the ambulance personal would have been able to give the drug straight away at the scene of the accident. Most people then walk away and usually do not come to A&amp;amp;E at all. This saves health services money and most importantly it saves lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Irish ambulance service is not covered to give any drugs or difibulate (electrical shock to the heart. You may see them in ER shouting clear before they use it). All they are covered to do is give oxygen. That is unless they are a cardiac ambulance, in which case they are well trained and equipped. Unfortunately there aren’t many cardiac ambulances around. The ambulances personal welcome any extra training but are not given the responsibility they deserve. So instead the Irish public have to settle for substandard ambulances which provide little more than a taxi service ferrying people to hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Check out the site below for a first person account of been revived from narcan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php"&gt;www.erowid.org/experiences/exp.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113388413286697269?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113388413286697269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113388413286697269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113388413286697269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113388413286697269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/irish-ambulance-service.html' title='The Irish Ambulance Service'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113379146013927076</id><published>2005-12-05T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:00:13.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Media Ethics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/photp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/200/photp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In class the other day we had a discussion on the media and respect to the individual’s right to privacy. It came about after examining some of the media coverage of George Best’s funeral. The Best family had requested that the family be left alone by the media so they could grieve in private. There was a picture of George Best father standing at the door of his home, presumable looking with distaste at the packs of journalist that had gathered there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a divide in the class. Some would knock on the door saying that it if it wasn’t them it would be someone else. Others wouldn’t as they felt it was disrespectful to the Best family. I was torn. I could see so both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of a situation that happened about four years ago. I was walking up O’Connell St with a friend who was studying an MA in Journalism at the time. I had just qualified as a Nurse. We came across a girl who was unconscious and not breathing. She was blue in colour. We quickly became involved in trying to help her. My friend called the ambulance while I commenced CPR. The unconscious girl had overdosed on heroin. Five minutes later the ambulance arrived. By this stage a large crowed had gathered around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My journalist friend had his camera and wanted to take photos of the ambulance men putting the girl on the stretcher with a view to writing a story. I was disgusted at him. As a nurse you are thought to protect the patient and respect their privacy. I argued with him, that this girl may die or be left brain damaged and all he could think about is writing a story. He put the camera down and wrote no story,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am studying journalism and can reflect on this experience with a different view. Instead of thinking that he’s insensitive and disrespectful, I admire his nose and readiness for a story. Whether or not I could ever become the person that takes the picture is questionable. I suspect I’ve been a nurse too long and would find it difficult to separate my emotion from the drive to be a news journalist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113379146013927076?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113379146013927076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113379146013927076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113379146013927076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113379146013927076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/media-ethics.html' title='Media Ethics'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113346613327000004</id><published>2005-12-01T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T11:42:13.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Fight</title><content type='html'>Gwen Halley article, “Browned off with sexist two-faced Village mentality” appeared in the Sunday Independent a few weeks ago.  I found the title amusing, as the kind of person she describes Browne as, is very similar to how she comes across herself. I am aware that the word ‘village’ is used as a pun in reference to Browne’s magazine.I found this ironic, as there is defiantly a ‘village’ mentality in her opinion. &lt;br /&gt;The article is a pathetic rant involving tit-of-tat stories. For an adult to be recalling tails of what Vincent Browne said while she was studying in Griffith College seems a little juvenile. Her argument is so petty that you would be forgiven to think that maybe she is trying to get revenge for a bad mark she got. Or maybe she is embarrassed about the “gushy teenage fan letter” she sent him! &lt;br /&gt;The main issue that irritates me in this article is that of sexism. Halley opens with the question, “do I really want to be a woman working in journalism?” She is asking herself this as she feels there is a lot of sexism in journalism. &lt;br /&gt;As a woman I am passionate about equal rights between men and women, but I actual find her attitude damaging to a woman’s argument. Just because Dana started to cry when Browne interviewed her does not mean he is sexist. This could be telling us more about Dana than Browne. &lt;br /&gt;She describes Browne, O’ Toole and Waters as the “smug male club”. Maybe it is justified for O’Toole and Waters to challenge Geraldine Kennedy’s salary? For Halley to question whether they would have challenged Conor Brady’s salary is hypocritical. If women want to be taken as equal to men, then what sex a person is, has to be seen as irrelevant to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have wasted enough of my time thinking about this. Instead I’m going to write about something more important. Maybe Mrs. Halley should think about doing the same!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113346613327000004?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113346613327000004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113346613327000004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113346613327000004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113346613327000004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/12/cat-fight.html' title='Cat Fight'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113293401575543846</id><published>2005-11-25T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:25:44.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On being robbed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/greaserustler.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/200/greaserustler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week my parents arrived home to find three men robbing their house. My father Maurice, a small slim man of 64 followed his instinct and without thinking confronted the men. My mother frightened, fled to a neighbour’s house.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice chased the three men around the back garden and into an other estate, until they climed over a wall and he lost them. He said if he caught them he would of “kicked the living daylights out of them”. Somehow, I think three men in their twenties would have got the better of him.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile my mother Kitty was hysterical, imagining that my father was been stabbed to death in the back garden. She rang the Gardaí and alerted the other neighbours who arrived out with golf clubs. In a gang, they entered the back garden where they thought Maurice was wrestling the intruders. They found nothing only my father’s hat and coat. Kitty said, “it was like a murder scene and Maurice was nowhere to be found, I thought he was dead”. Kitty has a pacemaker and with the stress had mistaken her anxiety for a heart attack. Dramatic at the best of times, she began to feel faint and tell everyone how she was about to die.&lt;br /&gt;Maurice returned high on adrenalin and proud of protecting his home. My mother lay on the couch anxious, waiting for the doctor. It was a daunting situation but was  quickly transformed into a comic scene.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard about what had happened I asked my dad why he confronted the three men. Concerned for his safety, I thought of what could have happened if these men had weapons or just felt safe in numbers and decided attack him. He explained how he didn’t even think and just followed his gut reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have asked many people what they would have done in a similar situation. Nearly all of the males said they would confront intruders. A friend told me of how his father has every intension of using his rifle on anyone who broke into his house and has no qualms about doing time in prison for that reason. Whenever strangers or dodgy looking characters call to his large country house, he casually arrives to the door with his rifle opened over his shoulder. He says that letting people know you have a gun is the reason they have never been burgled in forty-eight years.&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not the law will protect you if you hurt an intruder is very topical at the moment. This is due to the Nally case. Padraig Nally was sentenced to six years in prison for the manslaughter of John ‘Frog’ Ward. The support of Nally was so huge that a group of supporters planned a rally in his support. The ‘Nally Rally’ was postponed to allow Mr Nally proceed with his appeal.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Nally has a lot of sympathisers even though he killed Mr Ward in a particularly brutal way. Understandably people want to protect their home and their possessions, but at what cost?&lt;br /&gt;Burglary and the taking of a life are both wrong. But to place the value of land and possessions over the value of a human life is a huge distortion of any moral code.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113293401575543846?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113293401575543846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113293401575543846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113293401575543846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113293401575543846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/11/on-being-robbed.html' title='On being robbed!'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113292845592106137</id><published>2005-11-25T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:20:55.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Insurance</title><content type='html'>I have health insurance. Ever since I was a baby my parents paid VHI for my whole family. They feared, like many Irish people do, that they would have to endure the substandard conditions of our public hospitals. Something like 50% of our total population have health insurance, this is one of the highest rates in Europe.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I never had to use my VHI. If I was in an accident and needed emergency treatment, having insurance would be of no advantage. In that case I would be rushed to the nearest A&amp;E, in a public hospital. Private hospitals generally do not have 24 hour emergency operating theatres or intensive care facilities. If you suddenly get sick in a private hospital, there is usually only one house doctor on duty, as compared to a whole team of doctors in public hospitals. Privately you do have consultant cover. That’s not much good to you if your consultant has to travel to the hospital from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equally if I got caner I would opt to be treated in a public hospital. Cancer drugs are extremely expensive and cost the private hospitals huge financial losses. Consequently, private hospitals limit the amount of patients to be treated with chemotherapy each day. This results in waiting lists in for chemo patients, in private hospitals. This is virtually unheard of in public hospitals, as they don’t have any limits on the amount of patients treated daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, conditions in our public hospitals are poor. Between over crowding and MRSA, it’s no wonder that many people opt for private care.  &lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt that health insurance has its advantages; waiting times are drastically reduced (excluding oncology), you may get a private room and the food is typically nicer. However, patients are under the misapprehension that, because they are paying for the care, that it’s superior to care in the public service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113292845592106137?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113292845592106137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113292845592106137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113292845592106137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113292845592106137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/11/health-insurance.html' title='Health Insurance'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19301286.post-113292380685044701</id><published>2005-11-25T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T08:03:21.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man's best Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/1600/dog%20pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/155/1908/200/dog%20pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It long been suspected that animals can sense when there is something wrong with humans. Recent studies have found that dogs can actually smell if a human has cancer.&lt;br /&gt;“Can dogs smell cancer” was on the Discovery channel last week. . The researchers trained dogs of various breeds over six months to discriminate between urine of bladder cancer patients and healthy patients. The average success rate was 41%, compared to 14% which would be expected from chance alone.&lt;br /&gt;The idea was first put forward by two London dermatologists in 1989. One of their patients requested that a mole be cut out of her leg as her dog would not stop sniffing at it, even through her trousers. One day her dog tried to bite it off her leg when she was wearing shorts. It turned out to be malignant melanoma which is one of the most deadly forms of skin cancer.&lt;br /&gt;There have been many similar anecdotes which prompted further studies into this theory. This documentary revealed that dogs could be better at diagnosing cancer than current technology. It claimed that dogs can detected breast cancer at the early stages which would be not detected by mammogram. It also ran test using samples of lung and bladder cancer.&lt;br /&gt;It is believed that cancer produces a certain odour and that dog’s excellent sense of smell can pick that up.&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps dogs could be even better friends than we ever imagined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19301286-113292380685044701?l=fiveforfifty.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/feeds/113292380685044701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19301286&amp;postID=113292380685044701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113292380685044701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19301286/posts/default/113292380685044701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fiveforfifty.blogspot.com/2005/11/mans-best-friend.html' title='Man&apos;s best Friend'/><author><name>dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16509170054086003817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
