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😱❗ IMAGINEZ : UNE SEULE INJECTION… ET VOS DENTS REPOUSSENT TOUTES SEULES ! 💥 ADIEU IMPLANTS, DENTIERS ET BRIDGES À VIE. 😲⚡Le Japon est en train de tester un médicament qui réveille vos « bourgeons dentaires dormants » (oui, vous en avez un troisième jeu caché dans la mâchoire depuis la naissance). Le truc de dingue ? Il bloque simplement une protéine appelée USAG-1 qui les empêchait de pousser. Résultat : de vraies dents avec racines, émail et tout le reste. Chez les souris et les furets, ça a marché à la perfection. Aujourd’hui, 30 hommes japonais de 30 à 64 ans (chacun avec au moins une dent manquante) reçoivent le traitement en intraveineuse dans les essais de Phase 1 à l’hôpital universitaire de Kyoto. Le but du Pr Katsu Takahashi et de sa start-up Toregem BioPharma ? Rendre ça disponible pour tout le monde d’ici 2030. C’est pas de la SF. C’est déjà en train de se passer. Préparez-vous à ne plus jamais voir le dentiste de la même façon. 😱 (Partagez si vous flippez autant que moi) #DentitionDuFutur #ScienceQuiDéchire #Japon2026

Adult children cutting off their parents is a topic most people don't wanna talk about.

@DebiEvansMatron Last recent stay in hospital--I was not even "allowed" to wipe my hands with an antibacterial wipe after being taken to the bathroom. "Oh, we don't stock those in here." Then my meal was dropped on my tray at 7am sharp.

Nursing in the 1970s – A World Away from Today. Back then, we changed patients’ beds daily sometimes more if needs required. Fresh, crisp sheets weren’t a luxury; they actually made people feel better. There was something healing about climbing into a clean bed with properly tucked envelope corners. We knew all our patients by name and they knew ours. Doctors in white coats and nurses in uniforms. We knew who everyone was. The ward looked welcoming. Vases of flowers from relatives and the local flower stand to the entrance of the hospital. adorned the bedsides. Families weren’t “visitors” to be tolerated, on the contrary they were welcomed, included, and often helped with little jobs. It felt like a community. Any problems, family would be 1st to spot and report. Matron ruled the roost. You didn’t want a summons to her office. One look from her and you straightened your apron and your attitude. Standards were non-negotiable. We turned bedridden or unconscious patients every two hours, religiously, to prevent pressure sores. No exceptions. Fluid balance charts hung at the end of every bed, constantly we encouraged patients to drink, recorded every sip, and took mouth care seriously. Basic care was never “basic”, it was fundamental. Doctors sometimes prescribed a pint of Guinness for the anaemic or a sherry for the frail elderly. It worked wonders for appetite and morale. After acute illness, patients went to proper convalescent homes for a week or two by the sea. Fresh air, good food, gentle exercise. It prevented bed-blocking and got people home stronger. Palliative care wasn’t a separate specialty it was woven into our training. We knew how to sit with the dying, hold a hand, ease discomfort. TLC wasn’t a slogan. It was our mantra. We didn’t have fancy equipment or endless paperwork, but we had time for patients. We saw the person, not just the diagnosis. So… what on earth went wrong? How did we move from this to where basic care is sometimes rushed or non existent, relatives feel like a nuisance, and “turning” someone properly is squeezed between targets and tick-boxes? When did we lose the simple things that actually made people feel safe and cared for? This is just the tip of an iceberg, I could go on. I’d love to hear from other nurses who trained or worked in that era. What do you remember most fondly? #Nursing #1970s #OldSchoolNursing #TLC #PatientCare

‘Do you know how hard you have to abuse a mammal for them not to have children?’ (re humanbeings)

@StellarArtoisGB It's amazing how Americans open a can of soda or beer without rinsing it under hot water. Think those container ships are free of vermin? Even bartenders don't rinse their beer cans/bottles.

Was asked to share this by a friend. On Sunday a family went to picnic with a few drinks in tin cans. Monday, two family members were admitted to the hospital and placed in Intensive Care Unit. He died on Wednesday. Autopsy results concluded it was Leptospirosis. The virus was stuck to the tin cans and consumed, without the use of glasses / cups. Test results showed that the tin was contaminated because mice urinated on them, and then it dried. The urine contained Leptospira. I Highly recommend to rinse the parts evenly on all soda cans before drinking it. Cans are usually stored in the warehouse and delivered direct to retail stores without cleaning. A study shows that the top of all beverage cans are more contaminated than public toilets (full of germs and bacteria.) So, clean it with water before drinking in order to prevent this from occurring. From a friend

As an American who lives in Italy now, I feel I can speak on this topic. Is the food quality different in Italy versus the US? Yes, wildly different. I’ve noticed it in pretty much everything. The fruit and vegetables taste stronger and sweeter. Yes, zucchini, broccoli, potatoes and cauliflower have a sweetness that I never knew about. Meat tastes “meatier,” and carbs never ever bog me down. In the U.S. I’d eat a serving of pasta, or bread and feel like I was bloated or needed a nap. Here, I eat pasta, or pizza or bread and I feel nothing out of the ordinary. The eggs have a totally different consistency. They’re very “creamy.” Even the American Cheese here is so wildly different. It’s so creamy that it sticks to the wrapper, it’s a mess trying to get it out. Clearly, they don’t use the stabilizers we do in the U.S. Another difference is the salt and sugar levels in processed foods. Nothing, not even the cookies and cakes are too sweet. It took me a while to get used to the Heinz ketchup here, because it’s nowhere near as sweet as the U.S. product. And crunchy snacks are not overly salted. The wine here is on another level. Even the “cheap stuff” is really good. You rarely, if ever will wake up with a headache, even if you’ve over indulged. The olive oil here has this peppery almost slightly spicy finish to it. It’s so good, unlike anything in the U.S. and another thing I noticed, I haven’t eaten “greasy” food since I’ve been here. And yes, I order fried and batter-dipped foods, but nothing ever feels heavy or greasy and I can’t figure out why. Aside from the taste of food, my overall feeling is healthier. I know part of that is because I’m much more active, walking so much. But I honestly can’t recall the last time I felt “bloated” - that feeling hasn’t happened here, but in the U.S. I had that “bloat” feeling all the time. Also, I had a lot of stomach issues in the U.S. I remember always having heartburn or a churning stomach and chewing on TUMS. So much so, that I actually brought a huge container of them with me when I moved here. Oddly enough, I haven’t had one single tablet in almost 2 years. Don’t get me wrong, I think so much of the food in the US is amazing. I love recreating US-style food here for my international friends. Im proud of my American food culture. I just think we’ve been screwed over by weird seed splicing, creepy fillers and stabilizers, artificial junk, and dyes, among many other unhealthy things.

@dr_ericberg If you can't afford organic strawberries--don't eat them at all.

Strawberries carry the highest pesticide residue levels. Washing them does not get rid of the pesticides, since they are absorbed into the fruit. Dr. Eric Berg, DC, not MD; information only

@Kadotttt Yeah. I want a rest life of at least one hundred years.

I once read somewhere that after an especially exhausting life,some souls choose to reincarnate as a tree spending a century just resting. I haven't looked at trees the same since then

@0Beanie05923291 I think it is a serious mistake to stop teaching children cursive writing in grade two. They are no longer able to note down information quickly on a piece of paper.

Not teaching students math facts because they can use calculators, spelling rules because they have spell check, historical dates because they can google it, or writing skills because they have Al is a travesty. Depriving students of these things enslaves them to technology rather than freeing them to flourish as human beings.

@minds_eminent Interesting that you stopped at age 25. What happens at age 75+ when the kids treat their mothers with disdain or ignore them when they perceive there is no more "inheritance" left to inherit? And mom has become a "burden"...

HOW CHILDREN SEE THEIR MOM'S AT EVERY AGE ... (The quiet truths of a mother's place in a child's heart ) Must read thread 🧵

Left behind in Kabul. Alone. He waited 47 days. K-9 Chaos was not a dog who did his job. He was a dog who had DECIDED, completely, permanently, without reservation, that Lieutenant Marcus Webb was coming back for him. No matter how long it took. At Hamid Karzai International Airport, Kabul, on the morning of August 30th, 2021, a three-year-old Belgian Malinois sat in an empty aircraft hangar. The last American plane had left six hours ago. The evacuation was over. Chaos had been left behind. Not intentionally. The chaos of the withdrawal. The panic. The rush. Webb had been separated from Chaos during the final evacuation. Put on a different plane. Told Chaos would be on the next flight. There was no next flight. Chaos survived the first day alone. Waiting at the hangar where Webb had left him. Chaos survived the first week. Scavenging food from abandoned military supplies. Chaos survived 47 days in Taliban-controlled Kabul. Alone. Hiding. Waiting. Because Chaos survived on the belief that Webb wouldn't leave him forever. Back in the United States, Webb was losing his mind. Filed reports. Called congressmen. Contacted rescue organizations. Went on the news. "I left my dog in Afghanistan," he said on CNN, his voice breaking. "I left my brother. And I'm going to get him back." The military said it was impossible. Kabul had fallen. Taliban controlled the airport. No way to extract a dog. Webb didn't care about impossible. He contacted Pineapple Express, a veteran-run extraction operation. Gave them Chaos's last known location. Sent photos. Videos. Anything that could help. For 47 days, Webb didn't sleep. Didn't eat properly. Just waited for news. On October 16th, 2021, his phone rang. "We found him," the voice said. "We found Chaos." A rescue team had infiltrated Kabul. Used Webb's intel. Found Chaos still at the hangar. Still waiting. Forty-seven days later. Chaos was emaciated. Dehydrated. Traumatized. But alive. The extraction took three days. Smuggling Chaos out of Taliban-controlled territory. Through checkpoints. Through danger. But they got him out. On October 19th, 2021, Chaos landed at Dulles International Airport. Webb was waiting on the tarmac. When they opened the crate, Chaos didn't move. Stared at Webb like he was seeing a ghost. "It's me, brother," Webb said, kneeling down. "I came back. I promised I'd come back." Chaos stepped out slowly. Walked to Webb. Collapsed into his arms. The reunion video went viral. Seventeen million views in three days. But what people didn't see was what happened after. For six months, Chaos wouldn't sleep unless Webb was in the room. Wouldn't eat unless Webb fed him. Wouldn't go outside unless Webb went first. "He's terrified I'll leave him again," Webb said in an interview. "And I don't blame him. I left him once. In the worst place. At the worst time. He waited 47 days for me. And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows I'm never leaving again." Three years later, Chaos still sleeps with his head on Webb's chest. Still follows him everywhere. Still making sure Webb doesn't disappear. K-9 Chaos. Survived 47 days alone in Kabul. Extracted by heroes. Reunited with his handler. Home. facebook.com/share/1HLX9dCv… #LostAndFound #doglover #seniordogs #animalwelfare #militarydog #k9hero #dogrescue #Kabul #47Days #LeftBehind #BroughtHome

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@Oceanbreeze473 It was a simple job that most kids could do. Busy moms assigned this one to kids while they cooked breakfast.

Coca-Cola is phasing out its frozen Minute Maid juice cans, bringing an end to a longtime favorite that many people grew up with. For decades, these freezer staples were a small but memorable part of childhood.

@dja751 @Symply_rhoda1 OK you win! Everyone who quits a job should tell off their boss(es) in the most nasty way possible. You are right. Word will never get around about them. You are obviously from a very large city. Stop arguing with me! I have seen this play out in real life in smaller communities

@UnPC17 @Symply_rhoda1 She was already fired. They weren’t gonna give her a good reference anyhow.

My coworker got let go yesterday and decided to leave a farewell gift—a full-blown manifesto in the team chat, exposing who was sleeping with who, who played favorites, and who lied to get promoted. We were all reading it like live breaking news. Sis chose chaos and I respect it 😭🙌🏽