Tuesday, 3 November 2009

H1N1 - Muskoka

Absentee rates climbing in area schools
Almost every school in the Trillium Lakelands District School Board recorded at least 10 per cent of students absent on Monday, with some area schools seeing as many as 25 per cent of their populations away.~~~~~~~
News release from Muskoka Health Unit 

Contact your health care provider to make an appointment to be immunized. The first of a series of public clinics for the H1N1 flu vaccine will commence on Nov. 3

 Click here for the flu clinic schedule.

the nocturnal flying squirrel


Blog buddy, Griz, nodded his head, and his shutter, to the Hunter's Moon of last night. I was busy herding cats. They sit, fascinated with the nocturnal flying squirrels (left). I leave the spotlight on, hoping it deters both predator and prey. (AS IF!)

I would love to get them in before nightfall. I really do not want to be hearing a 'meow' at 2 a.m. when my felines tire of the sport!

In the meantime, with the season brings Lake Effect Snow, see last year's Numb in November post. Be careful out there. Be prepared. Tonight promises to be cold, with subzero temperatures. We had major snow on Nov. 18th last year! Today, the highway was closed after a death and snow squalls.

My early morning reflected the sunrise, with the black clouds headed southeast. No doubt, these are the clouds that lay down the weather for Honey harbour.

Snowsqualls lead to fatal crash north of Barrie

A chain reaction crash on Highway 400 stemming from a snow squall is a stark reminder that winter driving conditions are almost here, says an OPP officer.

Alas, the dark pond is quiet, yet the odd ripple lets me know the minnows still stir. Frogs are frozen in the mud, dreaming of summer's feast.

Dew drips off of the preparatory buds, we know spring will come!
Plan ahead, be prepared.


But we know that clouds, like these harbingers of November precipitation, will dominate our future!

Lorenzo - the horses fly

What a stud!


Guess who isn't dinner!

Yes, on a trip to Bracebridge, I spotted a group of turkeys. I was there three times this week. Once for a workshop on Elder Abuse and Power of Attorney.

As I rounded a turn in the road, as promised, this is what I spotted! I stopped the car, and turned around to park and to take a photo. They were uncomfortable and slowly moved away.



Then I went into town. I visited my friend in The Pines (a long-term care facility) and made a donation. What a shame that we pay ball players millions of dollars (Yes, we've been following the ALC!), and a large facility like this has to collect pennies.

Next on my trip was a walk past some interesting buildings in Bracebridge.

I love old buildings. Now, I know that my readers live in cities much older than this. The history of Muskoka towns dates back to the late 1800s. Of course, Aboriginal Peoples have lived here for thousands of years. I cannot imagine a time before this.

That said, 'progress' brings the colonization of a country. The buildings reflect our history.



This is 'The Armoury', actually a medical laboratory now!


Then, walking along the road towards the train station, I spotted The Albion Hotel. Closed up, no longer used, and looking pretty old and ruined. I wonder what will happen with this old building...It has a strong skeleton, but there are some issues. It reminds me of the old, refurbished buildings in Port Hope.


Monday, 2 November 2009

Accuracy in media -peanut allergies

 I have had a number of students with allergies. Some of my kiddies had anaphylactic allergies, but then so did many have bee and milk, and egg allergies. One year I had two students with a peanut allergy in my classroom.

One mom, a nurse, trained the staff in delivering the Epipen. Like the blue jay, carefully choosing a peanut from the feeder, she chose her reaction and prepared for eventualities.


The other mom was fearful and frantic.

The first child knew how to protect himself; the latter spent his school days in fear with a fanny pack containing his Epipen flapping on his side as he participated in sports.

From then on, the principals, in trying to cover themselves, created peanut-free classrooms. This worked well. The school custodian would endeavour to clean the desks immediately after lunchtime. All was well.

Some schools created a peanut-free lunchroom: either the nurse's room, or a classroom where one child was joined by others from different classrooms. It was my belief, however, having dealt with a number of students with varying issues, that kids need to learn to protect themselves. Whether it be a diabetic gr. 1 with a shunt, a child in a wheelchair from spina bifida, another with neuofibromatosis, and physical concerns.  How many children are not allowed to eat peanut butter for lunch due to one child in the school with an allergy? A great number, I imagine.

There are those who believe that the quantity and the severity of cases are over blown, in an attempt by Family Physicians, to cover themselves. If a child has a mild allergy to peanut butter, there is no reason s/he should live in a hermetically sealed environment, like a bubble boy.


Canadian Food Inspection Agency - Food Allergens 




It was once thought that peanut allergies were lifelong. However, recent studies show some children may outgrow their peanut allergy


Then, there are the horror stories. Did you read this news item?


CTV News | Teenager with peanut allergy dies after a kiss


25 Nov 2005 ." -- A Quebec teenager with a peanut allergy has died after kissing her boyfriend who had a peanut butter sandwich. Fifteen-year-old Christina Desforges died Monday. She went into anaphylactic shock and in spite of being given an adrenalin shot, could not be revived."


Did you read the update? -- is more to the point. It is amazing that the press fails to deal with the misinformation they broadcast!


Lack of oxygen killed teen, not peanut kiss - More health news ...




6 Mar 2006 ... MONTREAL - A lack of oxygen to the brain likely played a role in the death of a teenager once thought to have died of a peanut allergy after...


The young lady had attended a party, where there was smoking. The coroner corrected himself with little fanfare:



Coroner Michel Miron told The Associated Press that it appeared that Christina Desforges, 15, had suffered from "cerebral anoxia," or a lack of oxygen to the brain, which caused serious damage.


Those who fearmonger prevail...




1.52 percent of Canadian children were found to be allergic to peanuts. A comparable study, performed in 2002 in the U.S. found that .83 children are allergic to peanuts. Tree nut allergy in Canada was also found to be about 120 percent higher for Canadian children, compared to .51 percent in the U.S.

But did you read the original article? I'll bet you over look the facts as they interpret it for us.



"The data are not complete – they reflect about 90 per cent of the 9,000 individuals who took part in the telephone survey – but give a good indication of how many Canadians are affected by peanut, tree nut, fish, shellfish and sesame allergies."


Plus, it was a PHONE SURVEY! How accurate is this? No actual testing. In Canada, we have universal health care and kids get tested for free if referred by a doctor. In the US, this is not the case. In addition, the US stats were from 2002, the Canadian data from 2008. 


More kids, tested more times, with more sensitive tests. It fail to report if these were skin allergies, or more severe allergies in which skin contact or inhaling the peanut allergen provokes a fatal reaction. There is a huge difference. My kids are allergic to cats, but we had a cat. They washed their hands if they touched it and they knew to protect themselves.


It is amazing the knee-jerk reactions to this issue. Parents need to be better informed than this. If you are reading a blog post - ask questions... Rely on someone with experience assessing the validity and reliability of scientific studies.

Acronym soup


Just when I thought I had them all figured out. Another acronym, not to mention ones from the medical field. With a background in education I had them all figured out. Learning language is a transferable skill! Then, when I did the research for my book, having provided palliative care for my parents, I learned the acronyms that related to seniors and aging, and from that aspect of medical care.


On Friday, Oct., 2nd, the Simcoe Muskoka District Health Unit (SMDHU) found that ponds in Wahta Mohawk Territory have mosquitoes with eastern equine encephalitis (EEE).

October 7, 2009 - by Matt Driscoll
A rare and potentially lethal virus has been found in mosquitoes in the Wahta area.


I am grateful we are approaching November frosts. And speaking of gratitude - I was listening to one of my favourite radio hosts, Rita Celli, on CBC. She was bemoaning November and posed the question:

"How do you get through November?"

Usually a so positive person, she featured a clip from another journalist, bemoaning her impending colonoscopy. Now, really, that is too much information for me. If I wanted to hear about such I would read a blog somewhere, like my friend, 24 years old, with stomach cancer.

But I did phone in. This is what I said...

I get through November by thinking of the 5,000 dead of H1N1. I refuse to listen to those born with a silver spoon in their mouth. I refuse to think of insignificant issues like some cooler weather, and dark days.  I look in gratitude for our health care system, its protocols to ensure fairness. I think of mad line-ups at refugee camps and government corruption and realize that I am living in a wonderful country, on a wonderful continent.


I look around  me at the burnt umber of the oak leaves, one of the last to keep their foliage. I see the pumpkin orange of the Chinese Lanterns in the garden. I look around me and seek solace in nature and beauty. I seek comfort in having me health. Yesterday, I took a bag of drugs, (yes, a bag) to our Meals on Wheels client. He was unshaven, incoherent and untidy. He makes my health issues look small and insignificant. I look around and hear, really listen to the deep chimes blowing in the winds of November gales. I listen to the chickadees chirp at the bird feeder. I try not to listen to the guns of the hunters in the distance, and hope they are well back in the forest.

I have learned, after 52 years on this earth, to appreciate my world and its changes. For who knows what lies ahead. Well, in Canada snow is rather inevitable, but I will appreciate that, too. Last year's mums still smile in the garden!

May you have a strong foundation when the winds of change shift. 
--Bob Dylan

Sunday, 1 November 2009

Muskoka Lakes Links

Santa Claus Parades

Don't miss the Muskoka parades
Here is Santa at Bracebridge's Santa's Village over 40 years ago.
  • Bala Santa Claus Parade, November 14, 2009
  • Bracebridge Santa Claus Parade, December 6, 2009
  • Gravenhurst 55th Santa Claus Parade, November 21, 2009
  • Haliburton Santa Claus Parade, November 20, 2009
  • Huntsville Santa Claus Parade, November 27, 2009

Success or failure - retirement


My friend, Sue, did a post about The Glory Days! She felt that some peak early, some peak later. Her peer peaked in high school, and ended up where she started. It was funny, but I watched a "Ghost Whisperer" 2007 episode that contained this theme: the high school jock who never achieved and failed college. 


Educators are lifelong learners! As long as you are learning something, you are doing well!

I felt, when I quit teaching, went on LTD from bereavement and depression issues, and concentrated on writing my book, that I was a failure and had peaked. 


Sue's post rings a bell for me. Then, I read another post, Twenty-five Years of Stuff, which the author writes of frustrations with the system of Mental Health Care. I found I could identify with it.  I fought long and hard in my teaching career: I fought the system, an abusive principal, and found a job transfer. I was so happy with my new boss! 



Then I dropped everything to care for ailing parents. I left the best class of students I had ever taught. I moved 430 km for a new job in Muskoka, in a school with an incompetent new principal. Both of my parents had cancer. I learned lots, but had no one to help me. Since then, I have begun to do volunteer work with Hospice. I feel that the window opened and I am doing different 'work' in a different place. I am so happy with the changes, despite frustration with the educational system, and now the health care system.
As my parents were dying, I began taking courses (online) for an M.A. in Counselling Psychology. I realized that the frustrations in the system were the same as health care and education. I dropped it and concentrate on volunteering. I have learned so much. All the best.

Now, I have come to terms with the change in my life. I have volunteer work with Hospice; a commitment Monday night working with a support group for young kids with bereavement issues. Then two 6-hour days of 'Grief Training' Tu/Wed. that all keep me busy. A 1/2 day conference on Elder Abuse and Power of Attorney. My notion of success has changed. The easy chair calls me, with the golden foliage to frame the photo. I can reflect and contribute on my own terms.

I continue to read, but no more pedagogical theories. Common sense has gone by the wayside. New theories about how we 
can't put babies in a crib with a sucky toy. (It's driving foster families nuts - I volunteer with CAS, too!)

The leaves have fallen


The leaves have nearly fallen. The winds blow with November gusts. It is cold and brisk. Most cottagers have put away their boats, drained their plumbing, emptied the refrigerator, turned off the power and locked up for the season. Yesterday's winds blasted my raft and broke it. I ventured out in the canoe today to give it a rescue. I think it is 20 years old and needs to be put to bed!


We've had much fun on it over the years. Josephine &  did some bouncing and dancing on it in April, but the end board has torn off of it and the boards are rotting.

The animals continue to seek food, building up those layers of fat when snow blankets the earth. Their winter coats render them puff balls of ‘cute’, but then can get into many nooks and crannies in your cottage. The birds flit about, seeking nuts and berries. The squirrels feed madly under bird feeders, for those who remain in Muskoka, enjoy feeding our furry friends.


The red squirrel sits in a position of control: with it’s mad barks, or its other call, a 'seet' it is attempting to keep the larger squirrels away. November rain and wind do not deter them from their endless task.  Raccoons dig in the ground searching for grubs that will soon freeze. Raccoons, with their opposable thumbs, are merciless and can open up many locks.

The leaves blanket the ground; only a few trees still have their foliage. The ground, in that endless recycling of soil and matter, rejuvenates even as all decays. A new layer of soil will prepare the land for new beginnings.

Eventually, snow will wrap the land in its winter coat, and visitors will return to play outdoors in cottage country. The changing of the seasons brings new fun to those who brave its winter pleasures!