Posted on 10/05/2014 4:34:35 PM PDT by Lazamataz
Ebola Zaire attacks every organ and tissue in the human body except skeletal muscle and bone. It is a perfect parasite because it transforms virtually every part of the body into a digested slime of virus particles. The seven mysterious proteins that, assembled together, make up the Ebola-virus particle, work as a relentless machine, a molecular shark, and they consume the body as the virus makes copies of itself. Small blood clots begin to appear in the bloodstream, and the blood thickens and slows, and clots begin to stick to the walls of blood vessels. This is known as pavementing, because the clots fit together in a mosaic. The mosaic thickens and throws more clots, and the clots drift through the blodstream into the small capillaries, where they get stuck. This shuts off the blood supply to various parts of the body, causing dead spots to appear in the brain, liver, kidneys, lungs, intestines, testicles, breast tissue (of men as well as women), and all through the skin. The skin develops red spots, called petechiae, which are hemorrhages under the skin. Ebola attacks connective tissue with particular ferocity; it multiplies in collegen, the chief constituent protein of the tissue that holds the organs togehter. (The seven Ebola proteins somehow chew up the body's structural proteins.) In this way, collagen in the body turns to mush, and the underlayers of the skin die and liquefy. The skin bubbles up into a sea of tiny white blisters mixed with red spots known as a maculopapular rash. This rash has been likened to tapioca pudding. Spontaneous rips appear in the skin, and hemmoraghic blood pours from the rips. The red spots on the skin grow and spread and merge to become huge, spontaneous bruises, and the skin goes soft and pulpy, and can tear off if it is touched with any kind of pressure. Your mouth bleeds, and you bleed around your teeth, and you may have hemorrhages from the salivary glands -- literally every opening in the body bleeds, no matter how small. The surface if the toungue turns brilliant red and the sloughs off, and is swallowed or spat out. It is said to be extraordinarily painful to lose the surface of one's tongue. The tongue's skin may be torn off during rushes of the black vomit. The back of the throat and the lining of the wind pipe may also slough off, and the dead tissue slides down the windpipe into the lungs or is coughed up with sputum. Your heart bleeds into itself; the heart muscle softens and has hemorrhages into its chambers, and blood squeezes out of the heart muscle as the heart beats, and it floods the chest cavity. The brain becomes clogged with dead blood cells, a conditions known as sludging of the brain. Ebola attacks the lining of the eyeball, and the eyeballs may fill up with blood: you may go blind. Droplets of blood stand out on the eyelids: you may weep blood. The blood runs from your eyes down your cheeks and refuses to coagulate. You may have a hemispherical stroke, in which one whole side of the body is paralyzed, which is invariably fatal in a case of Ebola. Even while the body's internal organs are becoming plugged with coagulated blood, the blood that streams out of the body cannot clot; it resembles whey being squeezed out of curds. The blood has been stripped of its clotting factors. If you put the runny Ebola blood in a test tube and look at it, you see that the blood is destroyed. Its red cells are broken and dead. The blood looks as if it has been buzzed in an electric blender.
Ebola kills a great deal of tissue while the host is still alive. It triggers a creeping, spotty necrosis that spreads through all the internal organs. The liver bulges up and turns yellow, begins to liquefy, and then it cracks apart. The cracks run across the liver and deep inside it, and the liver completely dies and goes putrid. The kidneys becomes jammed with blood clots and dead cells, and cease functioning. As the kidneys fail, the blood becomes toxic with urine. The spleen turns into a single huge, hard blood clot the size of a baseball. The intestines may fill up completely with blood. The lining of the gut dies and sloughs off into the bowels and is defecated along with large amounts of blood. In men, the testicles bloat up and turns black-and-blue, the semen goes hot with Ebola, and the nipples may bleed. In women, the labia turn blue, livid, and protrusive, and there may be massive vaginal bleeding. The virus is a catastrophe for a pregnant woman: the child is aborted spontaneously and is usually infected with Ebola virus, born with red eyes and a bloody nose.
Ebola destroys the brain more thoroughly than does Marburg, and Ebola victims often go into epileptic convulsions during the final stage. The convulsions are generalized grand mal seizures -- the whole body twitches and shakes, the arms and legs thrash around, and the eyes, sometimes bloody, roll up into the head. The tremors and convulsions of the patient may smear or splatter blood around. Possibly this epileptic splashing of blood is one of Ebola's strategies for success -- it makes the victim go into a flurry of seizures as he dies, spreading blood all over the place, thus giving the virus a chance to jump to a new host -- a kind of transmission through smearing.
Ebola (and Marburg) multiplies so rapidly and powerfully that the body's infected cells become crystal-like blocks of packed virus particles. These crystal are broods of virus getting ready to hatch from the cell. They are known as bricks. The bricks, or crystals, first appear near the center of the cell and then migrate towards the surface. As a crystal reaches a cell wall, it disintegrates into hundres of individual virus particles, and the broodlings push through the cell wall like hair and float away in the bloodstream of the host. The hatched Ebola particles cling to cells everywhere in the body, and get inside them, and continue to multiply. It keeps on multiplying until areas of tissue all through the body are filled with crystalloids, which hatch, and more Ebola particles drift into the bloodstream, and the amplification continues inexorably until a droplet of the hosts blood can contain a hundred million individual particles.
After death, the cadaver suddenly deteriorates: the internal organs, having been dead or partially dead for days, have already begun to dissolve, and a sort of shock-related meltdown occurs. The corpse's connective tissue, skin, and organs, already peppered with dead spots, heated by fever, and damaged by shock, begin to liquefy, and the fluids that leak from the cadaver are saturated with Ebola-virus particles.
Oingo Boingo, relevant to almost every situation.
More brilliant satire of those who understate threats. Man, I'm really digging this satire! You are John-Semmens level!
They were, BIKINI-CLAD...
...and a slice of bacon.
But once you get it, you are on the Screw Train.
With people like Youngor Jallah who helped her step-father sit up in bed, took his temp and BP, disinfected the apartment, etc. she knew the risks and basic precautions, She may or may not have been infected but she's past the median incubation period without symptoms. It means there is hope with reasonably smart people like that. But if she gets the symptoms and then dies that will be bad not just for her, but for the rest of us.
absolutely nothing to worry about. The US has the greatest health care system in the world etc etc er ... just ignore those men in the hazmat suits.
“Everybody has to die of something, I just hope that I die of something else.”
Cheerleaders come to mind.
Youngor Jallah had no hazmat suit doing what she did (see my previous post). If she survives without infection that would be a very good sign for everyone else.
Yeah, what’s a little tissue necrosis or a hemoraghic fever among good friends? It seems that we just dwell on the bad news of ebola. What about all the good points? For one, I hear it works wonders in clearing the sinuses.
“Bottom line: Getting ebola isn’t particularly easy with our sanitary customs. It is possible but not easy.”
50% of the people don’t wash their hands after a bowel movement. You know right before they slap you on the shoulder and reach into the communal cup for a coffee stirrer.
Remember that when you grab that pump handle at the gas station.
lol
A perfect killing machine ( hat tip Peter Benchley ) Thanks for that graphic description Laz, should help my supper digest.
Rumack: All right, I'm going to level with you all. But what's most important now is that you remain calm. There is no reason to panic.
Rumack: Now, it is true that one of the crew members is ill... slightly ill.
Rumack: But the other two pilots... they're just fine. They're at the controls flying the plane... free to pursue a life of religious fulfillment.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keBzy5-iRyo
The Reverend Doctor Fred Lane - The French Toast Man
Ssing along!
Oh — The French Toast Man
The French Toast Man
He rides around the corner
Takes a turn around the block
He’s got a lot of french toast in the back
He’s got it wrapped up in a sock.
He’s timing the engine of his truck
He’s got a lot of french toast in the back
The kids come around and ask him if they
Can have a delicious slice of french toast.
“Sure you can! Here it is!”
He says as he hands it out to all the boys and girls
And they scream with delight as they run home
And show it to their parents.
Then mom takes the french toast from the kids
To examine it more closely
It has green mould growing right out of the crust
And it smells like something awful.
So she throws it into the garbage can
A rat comes along and eats it up
And falls right over, dead.
And his stomach bursts open
And his liver pops out
Everyone stands around with their hands on their mouths
They really are disgusted.
Then — The French Toast man comes right around the block
And puts it in his french toast sock.
Oh — The French Toast Man
He’s on his way
He’s got a slop-bowl too.
So evacuate your bowels and have a hot lunch
And don’t be late for school
And don’t be late for school
And don’t be late for school!
Rainbow Six?
Actually, I was at the urinal in the mens room at work, and I made to walk out without washing my hands. An old-school heavily-accented Southern Gentleman stopped me by calling out, "Son, you are in the South, now. Down heah, our mama's teach us to wash our hands after we pee."
I turned to him and said, "Yeah, well I'm from Noo Yawk, and up there our mama's teach us not to pee on our hands."
Seriously, that’s a horrible way to die...
I think a .40 cal to the temple would be a alternative....
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