#fatal insomnia

[crystalmosaic]

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[t-spongiformencephalopathy]

Fatal familial insomnia (FFI) is a very rare and fatal inherited neurodegenerative prion disease. The mode of inheritance of this disease is

ncbi has some pretty good articles

[undrsk0re]

I love her so much...fatal insomnia girl

[i-love-pomegranates]

Today in ‘well, sure hope Thatcher burns in hell together with her rotten office’ (not that it’s not happening today too, but EU laws do help a tad).

Was cleaning around and I thought I’d play some light documentary, as background noise. And the first YT suggestion was the BBC doc on mad cow disease. Now, prion diseases are amongst my roman empires, every few months when l can’t sleep for 2-3 days I start panicking about fatal insomnia (‘I got a 6th sense, it’s called paranoia’ or hypochondria, whatever floats some boats).

I DID NOT expect my ears to hear what they did. So BASICALLY, holy fuck. In the 70s, to save every quid, they say, but actually out of greed, the cattle industry started grinding whatever was left of the cows, that couldn’t be sold. Meaning bones, brains, spinal chords, hooves. So they were grinding it all and FEEDING that mush back to the cows, basically turning them into cannibals. And subsequently turning the mush into burgers and shit, to be given out at food banks and in schools in poor areas. Soon after, cows started going mad, as their brains turned to a spongey mush.

Obviously everybody started panicking, what if people who ate the contaminated meat would catch it. But the government, without any proof whatsoever, said no, it’s like scabies, humans can’t get it (wrong again). So to save the cattle industry they started advertising people eating tartar, kids ordering burgers, all to prove how safe British beef was. Apparently how long it takes till your prion proteins get fucked up is up to genetics.

Anyway, a decade or so later, a cat got sick. Some scientists pulled the alarm on the possibility of it going on to humans, they got demoted and moved to departments where they couldn’t research mad cow any longer.

Till ‘95, actually, when more and more cases of CJD appeared in people under 40. Enough for it to get classified as a different disease.

Anyway.

Next time I’m playing Sponge Bob.

[yourapple56-blog]

This is one of the saddest stories I've ever heard of, or seen.

[randomwikiarticles]

Fatal insomnia is an extremely rare neurodegenerative prion disease that results in trouble sleeping as its hallmark symptom.[2] The majority of cases are familial (fatal familial insomnia [FFI]), stemming from a mutation in the PRNP gene, with the remainder of cases occurring sporadically (sporadic fatal insomnia [sFI]). The problems with sleeping typically start out gradually and worsen over time.[4] Eventually, the patient will succumb to total insomnia (agrypnia excitata), most often leading to other symptoms such as speech problems, coordination problems, and dementia.[5] It results in death within a few months to a few years and has no known cure.[2]

[deathishauntedbyhumans]

Fatal Insomnia

Some McKirk for your afternoon pleasure? Actually, I thought this was going to be fluffish and then BAM it wasn't. I don't normally rp McKirk, but I'm totally not against it by any means. This was fun until Madam/Monsieur Stranger disconnected.

Stranger: I can't sleep. -LM

You: You're a doctor, shouldn't you be able to help yourself with that? JK

Stranger: You mean sedatives? -LM

Stranger: And medicines? -LM

You: I don't know, something. JK

Stranger: I've already tried them. -LM

Stranger: Inducing a coma. -LM

Stranger: Physically knocking myself out. -LM

You: That sounds... painful. JK

Stranger: It doesn't work, I always wake up. -LM

Stranger: And I'm /tired/, Jim. -LM

You: What do you want me to do? JK

Stranger: I don't know. -LM

Stranger: Thought I should let you know, since it's gonna /kill/ me. -LM

You: Don't be overdramatic, that's my job. JK

You: There has to be something that'll help. JK

Stranger: No, Jim. -LM

Stranger: It's gonna kill me. -LM

Stranger: No, Jim. -LM

Stranger: There's nothing. -LM

You: There has to be something, stop being negative. JK

Stranger: Fatal insomnia. -LM

Stranger: 107 cases. -LM

Stranger: /Fatal/. -LM

You: Oh. JK

Stranger: I'd rather die than stay awake for 6 months. -LM

You: There's no cure? Or something? At all? JK

Stranger: Nothing. -LM

You: Fuck. JK

Stranger: I'm just tired. -LM

Stranger: My hair's falling out. -LM

You: Jesus, Bones... JK

You: I don't even know what to say. JK

Stranger: I can't sleep. I can try, but it never lasts. -LM

Stranger: Jim? -LM

You: I'm still trying to process this, Bones. JK

Stranger: Where are you? -LM

You: My quarters. JK

Stranger: You're not in the sickbay? -LM

Stranger: I keep seeing you come through the doors. -LM

You: No, I'm not... But I think I'm going to be. Just hang tight, I'll be there as fast as I can. JK

Stranger: I'm going insane. -LM

Stranger: I'm going completely insane. -LM

You: Calm down. Freaking out's not going to solve anything. And that's coming from me. JK

Stranger: No, I am. I keep seeing things. -LM

Stranger: I'm running a fever, I'm sleeping, but I'm /not sleeping/, my hair's falling out. -LM

Stranger: Oh my God. -LM

You: Bones, relax. JK

Stranger: [Delayed] ...sorry. -LM

You: It's fine. Freaking is not going to help, though. JK

You: I'm almost there, by the way. JK

Stranger: Okay, no, it's okay. -LM

Stranger: I'm fine. -LM

You: Uh huh. JK

Stranger: Mostly. Mostly fine. -LM

You: Right. You in your office? JK

You: ...Bones? You there? JK

Stranger: ((Sorry, I didn't get any message.))

You: ((Oh, stupid omegle.))

You: Right. You in your office? JK

Stranger: ((Serious. I'm sorry!))

Stranger: Right now? I... think. Maybe. -LM

Stranger: Should be, I haven't moved. But currently, it looks like a prison cell, so. -LM

You: Okay, hang tight. I'll be there in a minute. JK

You: As soon as Jim had seen the words 'fatal insomnia', he'd immediately looked it up, unsure of what it actually entailed. There was a surprising well of information on it, considering the fact that it was like, super fucking rare. And Bones had it. It was... Well, it was a hit to the gut, if he was being honest. And he'd sure felt plenty of those in his lifetime, so he knew what he was talking about. He rushed into sickbay and made his way to his office, knocking once on the door before pushing it open. "...Bones?"

[thejewofkansas]

Sitting here drinking a cup of tea, wondering how one could make fatal insomnia hip, if one could at all.