FYI whenever you read something like “Southern Italians are dark and not white and that’s why Northern Italians discriminate them” just know that this is something completely untrue.
I myself I’m Neapolitan and yes I’ve been often mistaken for a Mexican/Moroccan/(Egyptian when I was super tanned) abroad but nope, Southern Italians are just Mediterraneans with olive skin that get tanned in the summer. We have a complex genetic history and YES sometimes we do share physical appearance with people from South American countries or Turkey, Morocco, Tunisia, Lebanon, Syria, Algeria, Israel and even Iran.
now IDGAF whether in your tiny sjw brain we’re white or not but the North/South Italy feud has literally NOTHING and I repeat NOTHING to do with skin colour or any other physical trait.
I’m sorry, this isn’t Jojo at all but I think I’ve had it for today. As a pharmacy tech, I’m tired of hearing “Well, I started to feel better so I didn’t finish them.” I always knew this but now as a Molecular and Cellular Biology major, I not only know why but how. If you’re willing to heed my advice from the title, good; be on your way. If you need to know more, keep reading.
It’s widely known–to some extent–that not completing a regiment of antibiotics can result in resistant bacteria, or even super bacteria.
But in an infection, you already have resistant bacteria lurking. Not taking antibiotics doesn’t literally create resistant bacteria. So how, then, do the antibiotics take care of the resistant ones?
A lot of antibiotics aren’t bacterialcidal: They don’t actually kill them. Many inhibit growth by some mechanism depending if the bacteria is gram negative or gram positive. For example, penicillin inhibits growth by disrupting the formation of a peptidoglycan layer on gram positive bacteria. Others target the LPS layer on gram negative ones. This keeps the non resistant bacteria at bay. So what kills the resistant ones? Your immune system. Antibiotics buy time and energy for your immune system to recognize and destroy the resistant strains. Your immune system is intelligent in that sense and can form antibodies for new illnesses. It’s important to give your immune system this time because bacteria grow, mutate, and transfer genetic material at astonishing rates. If you wanted to look at a microcosm of the mechanics that go into evolution, you’ve got it with bacteria.
There are three methods aside from binary fission in which they transfer genes (I won’t get into the minutia of the form of informational material): Transformation, transduction and conjugation.
In transformation, a bacteria can pickup lost genes from a ruptured and dead cell.
Transduction is a way to transfer information via a viral vector.
In conjugation, genes are transferred through something called a pilus: It’s a bridge between two cells that pipes a copy of the information from one cell to another receptive cell and is the only method that doesn’t involve killing either cells. Resistant bacteria like to give around that resistance information like they’re burning a CD for their friends.
So please finish your antibiotics if you’ve been given them. It doesn’t matter if you’ve started to feel better or even great. Finish them.
(Hey science people, If I’ve missed anything or even got something wrong, help me out. There’s obviously lengthy stuff I’ve left out but I think I got the basics).
Request: “hello there! your works are absolutely amazing and I enjoy reading them so much~ keep doing what you do!!! I would love to request a soulmate au where both newt and reader can feel and witness each other’s pain and even fresh wounds on their own body!! (eg. if newt gets a paper cut, so does the reader at the same time) welcome to the angst train _(:3/”
Your friend holds a bowl of popcorn out to you when it happens.
You curse and grab your arm, curling up and grimacing.
“Again?” Is all Maria says, placing the bowl back in her lap and taking a handful of popcorn.
You groan. “I’m going to kill this idiot when I meet him.”
She laughs. “You’re going to kill your soulmate?”
“Yes.” You grumble.
“Well, how bad is it this time?” She crunches the popcorn in her mouth as the two of you ignore the record droning on in the background.
You remove your hand from your bicep. A red patch of skin grows under where your hand was clutched, bubbling up in the center. You hiss at the sight.
“Oh, that’s disgusting. Do you have your medkit?”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. “How the hell did he get a burn there?” You mumble, reaching to your hip and unlatching the medkit you carry with you. It holds everything from tiny bandages to a tourniquet. The tourniquet was a joke gift from another friend when they’d noticed all the scars covering your body, but you’re not so sure you won’t need it someday.
“Leaned against an open oven?”
“With their upper arm?”
She shrugs, tossing more popcorn into her mouth. “Possible.”
“Whatever.” You dig around in the bag and find the bottle of burn cream. You’d bought it six months before and used half of it already.
Maria looks back to the record player, watching the disk spin. “You’re missing the best part of the song.”
“I’m sorry, I’m a little busy.” You spit. You’d been having a perfectly good night before your soulmate had to go and do something stupid.
You finish applying the burn cream when a deep cut suddenly rips opens on your left forearm. A trail of blood rushes out of it, dripping onto your blanket before you can grab anything.
Oliver: Yeah, there were so many people with costumes and-… Brynn: You better shut up little monster. Arabella: Brynn. You know you won’t get away with this, do you? Brynn: Yeah, but I’m so happy you’re here I don’t care. There’s so much you need to know mom… Arabella: Oh, don’t worry Boo. We have plenty of time… since you’re grounded. No parties allowed, Understood?
My boss at the gym literally texts me every 2 days to thank me and tell me how much she appreciates me, gave me a thank you card last week with a gift card in it, had me train someone last night even though I’m the newest person there, and is just overall such a good person to work for. I’m GRATEFUL.