creutzfeldt jakob disease

anonymous asked:

I'm writing a character that doesn't sleep until she literally can't stay awake and passes out from exhaustion, because she's afraid of sleeping. Are there any conditions that cause this and if someone is aware of the problem, how can they help her?

Oh, boy, Anon.  You have finally given me an excuse to talk about one of my favorite diseases.

So there’s this thing called “Fatal Familial Insomnia.” (FFI)  In short, you stop being able to sleep.  You go crazy.  Then you die.  

There are four stages to this disease:

  • 4 months - First, the character gets chronic insomnia.  They start getting paranoid, develop phobias, and begin having panic attacks.  They start experiencing severe physical symptoms (excessive sweating, constipation, etc.)
  • 5 months - The character begins having hallucinations and their panic attacks get much worse.
  • 3 months - The character rapidly loses weight and is completely unable to sleep.
  • Over the course of the next 6 months, the character develops dementia, becoming completely unresponsive and mute.  
  • Then they die.  Do not pass go, do not collect $200.  

There’s no cure.  Taking sleeping pills doesn’t work.  In fact, being sedated makes the disease worse, and shortens the time until death.  The only thing that’s even slightly helped someone with this disease is spending nights in complete sensory deprivation chambers.  Even then, they still died within a few years.

FFI is an incredibly rare disease, and it’s only found in about 40 families in the world - hence the “familial” part of the name.  Only about 100 people in the world today have tested positive for this disease.

So what causes such a horrifying thing?

Prions.

What the fuck is a prion, you ask?

Well, it’s something that can spread an infectious disease, just like bacteria or viruses.  But prions are different in that they’re made from something that’s usually normal inside the body - a protein - that has just been made wrong.  And it begins to spread its wrongness to other proteins.  These proteins basically begin to eat holes in your character’s brain.

Yes.  LITERAL HOLES.

Some prion diseases are fairly well known, such as Mad Cow disease, Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease, kuru, and scrapie. But FFI will always be my favorite.

This is probably not what you wanted, but I will take any excuse I can to talk about this disease. >_> Prions are terrifying and awesome.  But mostly terrifying.

Even still, looking at the symptoms experienced by people with FFI, who have severe, long-term insomnia, might help you writing your character.  If that still isn’t what you’re looking for, I should have the Demystifying the DSM for Sleep Disorders (including insomnia) early-ish next year :).

Get some sleep, y’all.  WHILE YOU CAN.

For more info:

http://www.bbc.com/future/story/20160118-the-tragic-fate-of-the-people-who-stop-sleeping

http://www.newyorker.com/books/page-turner/a-prion-love-story

anonymous asked:

Omg 44 with Yoongi and Hobi with the whole ship thing pls

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A/N: Since I’ve already written this prompt for vmin, I’ve taken a slightly different approach for this ficlet. I hope this doesn’t break your heart too much. As you read, you’ll notice more clues to their relationship that I’ve carefully embedded throughout the ficlet. Hope you can empathize with their love. Enjoy! :)


My dearest Hoseok,

It’s almost four in the morning now, the dawn to our seventh anniversary. If you knew that I am still awake, you’d definitely be mad at me for staying up so late. I can almost picture it - your hands on your hips, a pout on your lips, and the characteristic frown between your brows. I’d laugh and brush you off. You’d nag until I relent. 

It has always been like this. 

For seven years. 

Happy anniversary, by the way. If this were a perfect world, I’d buy you the sunflowers you adore and take you to Nami island for a walk because you’ve always loved that sappy tv drama. But this isn’t a perfect world, at least not for us, so I can only be a coward and hope that as the ink bleeds into this paper, my feelings for you will flow with it. 

There’s so much I want to say but I can’t. I’m not a man of words. You know this. You know me better than anyone else. I’ve written lyrics for Jungkook and I’ve written songs for Jimin, but I’ve never written a letter to anyone. This is my first. You’re my first, like everything else. Did you know that? I hope you don’t though, because you’ll tease me. You’ll wrap an arm around my shoulder, squeeze me tight and tip your head back in laughter. I’ve always told you that your laughter is too loud, too sharp and just too bright for my liking. 

It’s one of the many regrets I hold close to heart. Your laughter exists in my memories, hoseok, that’s how much you’ve been crying these days. I remember asking you once, back when we were still in high school and you were dating Namjoon, why are you always so fucking happy? I was this rude, immature boy who didn’t know how to express myself. I was envious that you could be so honest with your feelings. It came to a point when I could read you like an open book. Even though we weren’t friends, I could tell. I could read your emotions from the slouch of your shoulders and the bounce in your footsteps. I wanted to be like you, wanted to share a little bit of myself with the world, but I was too afraid to do so. 

And you taught me how. You held my hand and showed me how the world wasn’t such a mean place. It wasn’t like what I feared it to be; it didn’t chew my feelings and spit it out like mangled bodies after a long-drawn war. Because of you, I’ve grown. It took me 35 years to let myself be free and it’s all thank to you.

Man, if you ever read this letter you’re going to use it as blackmail. I know it. You’ll wave it in the air and brag about it to our friends; boisterous, annoying yet endearing all at once. But you wouldn’t be able to read this letter. Even if you do, you’re probably not going to understand whatever I’ve written so far, and that’s okay, I guess. Moreover, you’re not going to be able to find this letter. I’m not intending to keep it in the drawer where we store my music sheets, or slot it into the bookshelf in our living room. I don’t know why this matters. It shouldn’t, not when you’ll be away from home for a while. 

That being said, I’m going to burn it after I’m done. I know what you’d say. Stop being melodramatic, Yoongi. What are you practicing? Witchcraft? I can hear you laughing again. 

But no, I’m not burning it because I’m dramatic. I’m burning it so that I wouldn’t ever need to read it again, like how I read my diaries from time to time to remind myself of how I’ve changed. Yeah, that. I don’t want to do the same for this letter. I don’t want to remember how things between us changed, or be reminded of the reasons why I’m writing this to you. 

I’m tired, Hoseok. I truly am. This isn’t like our younger days when you’d chastise me for refusing to jog with you or to climb Bukhansan with you. This is similar to when my grandmother had suddenly passed away, except that I’m not entirely sure if I can pick myself up this time. How can I, when you’re the one who sewed me back together again?

You’re dying Hoseok. It’s the truth that I haven’t be able to tell you. You’re a smart kid, you’ve probably figured it out already. I’m sorry it has taken me a while to come to terms with it and I’m sorry that I haven’t been a better husband. I’m sorry that the first reaction to your hospitalization wasn’t to kiss you better, but to walk out of the door because I had been too scared. 

Seokjin-hyung had knocked some sense into me that day. He told me that I shouldn’t abuse the honesty you shared with me, shouldn’t trample on it like a petulant child. It was such a simple piece of logic that my cheeks had burnt in shame. I bet when Heerae-sshi gives birth to our baby daughter, she’ll learn faster than her daddies. If I ever tell her about this someday, she’ll frown the same way as you, with her hands on her little hips and a familiar pout on her lips.   

I thought about us a lot, amongst the frequent trips to the hospital. I’ve thought about the days we have left. It scares me. It tires me. Honestly, I’m still at a loss of what I’m supposed to do. You get it, right? When bad things hit people, they don’t just miraculously see a beacon of light amidst the darkness. It takes time. It takes time for them to formulate some battle plan that can’t even guarantee them success. We’re a little different than those people, though. We’re fighting a losing battle and time isn’t exactly on our side.

Still, I’ve had enough of running away. When tomorrow comes, I’ll tell you a few things honestly. I’ll tell you that you’re dying and then I’m telling you that I will stay. I’ll be beside you as you sleep and be the first person you see when you awake. I won’t walk out of the door anymore. I grounded my fate when I married you. To death do us apart? Can you believe we actually promised each other that? It’s stupid, really, when I’ll still be here even when you’re gone. 

I love you Hoseok. I’ll tell you that tomorrow too. And the next day. And the day after next. The doctors said your illness will make you forget. It doesn’t matter because I’ll remind you, again and again, day after day, week after week and year after year if time permits. 

I’ll also tell you that I love it when you laugh. Its so bright, loud and warm that it reminds me so much of the sun-kissed sand at the beaches. I hope that you’ll be able to laugh once more before you pass on, so that we’ll remember, for old times sake, that the first time Min Yoongi fell in love with Jung Hoseok was when he heard him laugh.

Ironic isn’t it?

Love,

Min Yoongi. 


A/N: Ah my yoonseok heart </3. I’ve tried to write this whilst sticking close to Yoongi’s personality. I hope you like this, sorry this took awhile. :’) Also, Hoseok is suffering from a rare, degenerative, invariably fatal brain disorder, also known as the Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. You can read about it here

Don’t go - Bucky Barnes

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It wasn’t to happen that way. Life was being too hard with just you, it didn’t need one more person into the endless list of who you would hurt. It seemed a joke in a very bad taste of fate, where it gives a sweet to soon after take it from you by force. But you couldn’t avoid him, you had no will power to say no. You loved his company, loved face those deep blue eyes, loved how he could intrigue you and make you forget all the problems. And it looked like he feels the same thing, which made you feel bad for not making him go away and not tell him the truth. You were being selfish and the guilt did everything get even worse.

You looked at the calendar hanging on the wall, two months ago that you had met Bucky Barnes. Two months in which you managed to get the man who was hiding in guilty, you were able to make Bucky  talk more, interact with people and even smile more. Were times it was difficult, he returned to the initial state, but it was only you sing his name that the smile appeared. But today you didn’t feel very happy, scratching these two calendar months meant that you had only another two months maybe.

“James, you know how important it is for me, right?” you whispered, feeling your cheeks blush while playing with ryou fingers, you were already coming back to your apartment, you two had walked a few blocks enjoying the moonlight after dinner at a themed restaurant that he insisted on taking him.

“You are also very important to me, doll …” the brunette smirked, thinking how cute your behavior were, he allowed himself to take a hand to touch yours. “I wouldn’t be half of what I am if it were not for you, (Y / N).”

“Oh, James … You know very well that it was only your merit!” you smiled, blushing even more if it was possible, taking courage to look into his blue eyes and sigh softly.

“(Y / N), I wanted to ask you a question … If you say yes, I will be even happier.” Bucky took a deep breath, getting slightly anxious, licking his lower lip to dampening it before nibbling the same.

“Bucky, we can talk about it tomorrow? I need to wake up early and you too.” you formed a pout on your lips, feigning innocence, but you knew exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” the man scratched his neck a little lost, but then looking in your eyes he smiled affectionate. “Tomorrow then?”

“Yes, James.” you sighed, slowly approaching and standing on tiptoes to seal his lips with care and, before he could hug you to deepen the kiss, you walked away chuckling and running toward the door.

Bucky was nervous, it was a month that he didn’t see you, you seemed to avoid him in every way. Did not answer the calls, not answering the door and no one had the courage to talk about you. He  started to have a bad feeling, he could not sleep without having a nightmare with you. Then he decided he needed to force his presence in your life.

“You’re James, right?” a lady appeared behind him when he finally managed to open the door to your apartment, he just nod and she handed him a paper before returning to her apartment. “She’s in the Hospital Saint Hope, my dear.”

When Bucky appeared at the door of your hospital room, your eyes filled with tears and you began to cry not caring about your appearance. He walked slowly, feeling his heart beat too strong, he was afraid, he knew that hospitals and cries were not good signs. Once he was close enough, Bucky embraced you gently and kissed the top of your head.

“What happened, doll? Why you didn’t tell me?” blue eyes stared sore at you, making you swerve and stare at the floor.

“I have Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. I’ve had altered vision, tremors and seizures even more now.” you murmured in a weak voice, feeling your body tremble slightly and you closed your eyes.

“It’ll be all right, my love. The doctors will help you get better.” Bucky tried to say firmly, trying to pass you safely.

“No, Bucky … It’s not like that.” you wanted make him go away from you, but you just hugged him as if it were your last chance. “I … I’m dying.”

Silence filled the room, the weight of your words slowly reaching Bucky. You returned to cry softly, feeling hopeless and too selfish to bring him to this kind of situation. But Bucky just held you even more against him while he allowed himself to mourn what he thought he had found with you. He lost his love even before officially love it.

Bugs - Part 1

Word Count: 2613

Pairing: Eventual Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language. Bugs? 

Tagging: @letsgetoutalive @aprofoundbondwithdean @spnfanficpond @pb-5minutefanfiction @desiringspnimagines @blacktithe7

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You pulled up to a little dive bar in Oklahoma, arguing, which shouldn’t come as a huge surprise to you but it often did. “You’re staying in the car with Sam!” Dean told you. 

“No, Dean, I’m not! I’m a better hustler than you.” You retorted. 

“Oh, princess, you are so not a better hustler than me and you’re still recovering from the giant hook slicing you like a fish. So no dice.” Dean said, as if the conversation was over. 

“I’m fine. That was like a week and a half ago! Plus, you made sure I was gonna be fine when you drugged me.” You said. 

“You knew about that?” Dean asked, his voice laced with a little bit of laughter but a little bit of fear. 

“Yes, obviously. So as an apology for that I will accept being permitted to come hustle some pool, dad.” You knew you’d won. 

“Fine. Come on.” Dean huffed. You smiled and followed him into the bar.

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Genetic mutation blocks prion disease
Unknown mechanism helped some people in Papua New Guinea escape historic, deadly outbreak.

Scientists who study a rare brain disease that once devastated entire communities in Papua New Guinea have described a genetic variant that appears to stop misfolded proteins known as prions from propagating in the brain1.

Kuru was first observed in the mid-twentieth century among the Fore people of Papua New Guinea. At its peak in the late 1950s, the disease killed up to 2% of the group’s population each year. Scientists later traced the illness to ritual cannibalism2, in which tribe members ate the brains and nervous systems of their dead. The outbreak probably began when a Fore person consumed body parts from someone who had sporadic Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (CJD), a prion disease that spontaneously strikes about one person in a million each year.

Scientists have noted previously that some people seem less susceptible to prion diseases if they have an amino-acid substitution in a particular region of the prion protein — codon 1293. And in 2009, a team led by John Collinge — a prion researcher at University College London who is also the lead author of the most recent analysis — found another protective mutation among the Fore, in codon 1274.

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Protein linked to Alzheimer’s could be spread during surgery, say researchers

Fragments of sticky proteins found in the brains of people with Alzheimer’s disease could potentially be spread to others via contaminated surgical instruments and other medical procedures, scientists warn.

Researchers called for further work into the possibility that metal instruments used in medical procedures could pick up harmful proteins which survive conventional sterilisation with formaldehyde.

The concern comes after scientists found that a small number of people who died from Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (CJD) after being treated with growth hormone taken from cadavers, developed brain changes seen in Alzheimer’s disease.

“This is the first evidence of real-world transmission of amyloid pathology,” says molecular neuroscientist John Hardy of University College London (UCL). “It is potentially concerning.”

The small study indicated that potential routes of transmission, such as surgical instruments, should be investigated. Photograph: David Levene/the Guardian

Eating brains helped Papua New Guinea tribe resist disease

Research involving a former brain-eating tribe from Papua New Guinea is helping scientists better understand mad cow disease and other so-called prion conditions and may also offer insights into Parkinson’s and dementia.

People of the Fore tribe, studied by scientists from Britain and Papua New Guinea, have developed genetic resistance to a mad cow-like disease called kuru, which was spread mostly by the now abandoned ritual of eating relatives’ brains at funerals.

Experts say the cannibalistic practice led to a major epidemic of kuru prion disease among the Fore people, which at its height in the late 1950s caused the death of up to 2% of the population each year.

In findings published in the scientific journal Nature, the researchers said they had identified the specific prion resistance gene – and found that it also protects against all other forms of Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease (CJD).

“This is a striking example of Darwinian evolution in humans, the epidemic of prion disease selecting a single genetic change that provided complete protection against an invariably fatal dementia,” said John Collinge of the Institute of Neurology’s prion unit at University College London, which co-led the work.

Papua New Guinea Photograph: Lloyd Jones/AAP Image

"Look at the flowers, Julie. Aren't they beautiful?"

The last thing my grandmother said to me in the hospital. She was dying of Creutzfeldt-Jakob Disease. It was January in Michigan, there were no flowers. The disease made her hallucinate in her final days, but it’s always been my reminder to find beauty where no one else may see it.

OB Science Time: The Castor Disease

Episode 3x03 had a lot of science in it, so it’s time for a second edition of OB Science Time to discuss the science behind the Castor Disease, or “glitching”.

Scott says, upon examining Seth’s brain that “it looks like Swiss cheese” and he mentions encephalopathy as well as Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Encephalopathy is an umbrella of diseases categorized by an altered mental state, including symptoms such as loss of cognitive function, subtle personality changes, and inability to concentrate. We certainly saw these symptoms in Seth, with his inability to perform well on Paul’s syllogism test, as well as his violent outburts and his mutterings in the stairwell before his final episode.

Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease is caused by prions, which are misfolded proteins that then act as an agent to convert their properly folded counterparts into more prions. The classic result of these prions is a change in the gray matter of the brain, causing large vacuoles to form, giving the appearance of Swiss Cheese. Symptoms of this disease include memory loss, personality change, and hallucinations, as well as jerky movements and seizures.

My guess is that the Castor disease functions in a similar manner as these diseases. Scott also mentioned the presence of amyloid plaques in Seth’s brain, which are protein aggregates. These aggregates, which could be made up of prions, could be causing neurodegeneration, leading to the Castor glitches and altered mental states.

It will be interesting to see what Cosima and Scott do with this knowledge, and more importantly, how the Castor clones will go about finding a cure for their malfunction.

My ask is always open for any questions or comments, and you can find more OB Science Time here!! :D

There’s a real rage virus. When Mad Cow gets in humans, they call it Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease. Check out the symptoms:

  •    Changes in gait (walking)
  •    Hallucinations
  •    Lack of coordination (for example, stumbling and falling)
  •    Muscle twitching
  •    Myoclonic jerks or seizures
  •    Rapidly developing delirium or dementia

Sure, the disease is rare (though maybe not as rare as we think) and the afflicted aren’t known to chase after people in murderous mobs. Yet.

5 Scientific Reasons a Zombie Apocalypse Could Actually Happen

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This is for @2momsmakearight​​‘s X-Files Revisited Challenge (better late than never)  Word Count: 2525

Dana Scully, at some point, had lost count of how many times she’d sat in a hospital lounge, waiting to hear whether or not Mulder would be okay.  She considered restarting the count at midnight, if she had not yet discovered his prognosis.  The world outside was nervously celebrating the upcoming New Year, but for Mulder and Scully, it was just another day, another hospital; standard operating procedure, in their particular line of work.

 All year, the fervor over the start of a new millennium rose, bringing every type of doomsday prophet imaginable.  She couldn’t turn on the television without seeing another ominous warning about everything grinding to a halt as 1999 gave way to 2000.  There was even talk of apocalypse, which caused Scully’s eyes to automatically roll towards the heavens, every time she heard that word.

 It was almost fitting, in a way.  Mulder could be considered a trendsetter. 

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