A star for Dad

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This star has hung in my rear view mirror since October 2010, in memory of my dad. And when I say "this star" I mean this or one like it because I'm on my third. I keep whacking them with my purse and breaking them. Which I did today with this one but the
This star has hung from my rear view mirror since October 2010, in memory of my dad (the purple is appropriate, n’est-ce pas?). And when I say ‘this star’ I mean this or one like it because I’m on my third. I keep whacking them with my purse and breaking them. Which I did today with this one (you can sort of see the break at the bottom) but the wire is so far holding it together. I practically buy these things in bulk because I’m so clumsy with them (I also have one to hang on my front door and one for my Christmas tree). Crazy glue, here I come!


A pretend step forward

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[Disclaimer: all opinions stated in this post are my own, and do not necessarily reflect the official position of the organization I work for.]

I was all riled up all day today about the news that Canadian Blood Services will this summer relax their restrictions on blood donations from men who have sex with other men:

Starting this summer, Canadian Blood Services will accept donations from men who haven’t had sex with another man within the last five years. Before the change, men who’d had sex with another man “even once, since 1977” were turned away. Canadian Blood Services defines “sex” as almost anything, including anal and oral.

In other words, Canadian Blood Services is essentially upholding its ban on gay men giving blood.

Don’t get me wrong – I’m not a hematologist and don’t pretend to be an expert in these matters, so I’m not going to state definitively that I think a deferral period is completely unnecessary, although I will admit I’m not sold on it. It does seem to be a fairly well accepted practice to have a 12-month deferral period, which would be the same as for a woman who has had sex with a man who has had sex with a man.

But five years? Really, CBS? Good job.

Yes, we know that more than half of HIV/AIDS infections in Canada are among the MSM community. Yes, we know that they account for about 45% of new infections. Yes, I can see that having no deferral period could potentially increase the risk of tainted blood product slipping through the cracks and finding its way into the system.

But.

Have we not come far enough to truly recognize that even if CBS discriminates, HIV/AIDS doesn’t? There’s a reason we don’t call it GRID (or worse, the gay plague) anymore.

And.

CBS has been successfully screening out tainted blood for decades. Their system appears to be working – can they not have figured out by now how to mitigate any additional risk a little better? And would it really be that much more work to ensure proper testing of a gay man’s blood? My hope would be that their process for testing my donated blood is just as strict as what it would be for testing a gay man’s. If, in our office, we can test for HIV in 30 seconds with 97% accuracy, surely Canadian Blood Services has an even better testing system. And if we absolutely need a deferral period, and we know that HIV antibodies are evident in the bloodstream between 3 weeks and 3 months post-infection, is a year not more than enough? Exactly what are they saying is likely to show up in someone’s blood between day 366 and day 1826 that wouldn’t be there on day 365?

More to the point, as much as I take issue with some of the questions asked during the screening process, due to the fact that many, if not most, of them involve at best an educated guess on the part of the prospective donor, blood donation screening should focus way more on behaviour than CBS seems to be saying it does with this announcement. As a single woman, the chances that I’m engaging in risky sexual behaviour are far greater than a man who is in a committed relationship with another man. But no one asks me the date of my last sexual encounter, and they take me at my word when I tell them I’ve never had sex with someone whose sexual history I don’t know (see “educated guess” statement above – how many people can truly answer that with 100% confidence? Let’s face it, 99% of us are answering that question based on what our past sexual partners have told us about their sexual histories, not necessarily on our past partners’ actual sexual histories), and I’ve never been turned down as a donor (with the exception of that one time in high school but that was because strangely my blood started to run back into my arm and that doesn’t count).

I have posted here at least a dozen times about the importance of blood donation. I am a huge advocate for it, I’m unapologetic about hounding people to become donors, and I’m sorry, but I truly think that if you’re eligible to donate and you’re not doing it, you’re lazy – you don’t need it but other people do, so be a hero, get out there, roll up your sleeve and know that you are literally saving lives, or at the very least giving someone another week with their loved one, like more than 100 amazing strangers did for my family over the course of my dad’s illness. They’ll even give you free cookies afterward. And I am all for anything that expands the list of eligible donors.

But this, to my mind, is little more than a false sense of progress.

Simon Johnson wrote this on Women’s Post today:

All I see here is Canadian Blood Services perpetuating a homophobic and discriminatory idea that HIV/AIDS is something that only affects gay men. [...] It pains me to feel like a second class citizen with poisonous blood in a country I am so proud to live in, but it hurts me more to know that I am unable to help those in need with something I have to give.

This is not progress. And it’s not nearly good enough, CBS. For a developed country, it’s downright pathetic and embarrassing. Do better.


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Chihuahua accounting

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I bought a bag of dog food tonight for Allie (who else?), and on the way home realized I hadn’t bought one since I moved into this apartment, back in October. When I got home, I weighed a quarter cup of her food (the equivalent of one meal) and worked out how many meals she gets out of a bag. Keep in mind I buy the smallest bag possible, because there is not one closet in this apartment and therefore very little storage space. (I’m redefining ‘minimalist living’ over here.)

One 15-lb bag feeds Allie exactly 300 times.

That’s a little less than 14 cents a meal.

Which means that in the almost 3 years since I gave birth to my first child we adopted her, she’s cost us just over $500 to keep her fed. Add in her insurance (and out of the goodness of my heart I won’t include the vet visit last fall after she ate something on a walk that scratched her esophagus and she yelped in pain for 4 days anytime she tried to eat anything, which resulted in me hand feeding her kibble piece by piece) and that brings us to about $1,600.

I also won’t add in the cost of all of her toys because most of them come from Ikea and cost about 69 cents each, or the cost of having her nails done, which is a necessity because she flips the fuck out when I do it but is an angel when the nice people at PetSmart do it.

Really, it’s ridiculously inexpensive when you think about what a “regular” dog would cost. My mom’s 60-lb labradoodle eats a little under 3 cups of food per day, for a total of about $1.50/day. At $0.28/day for Allie, it seems like a pretty sweet deal for me.

However. When I think about the life of luxury this little dog leads, and how little is expected of her, I can come to but one conclusion.

It’s time for that freeloader to get a job.

I’m not an unreasonable person; I don’t want to work her to the bone. But I think she could at least make enough to cover her food and insurance – we’re talking like $1.30/day here. Perhaps I could rent her out to clean the crumbs off people’s kitchen floors – my neighbour loves when I take Allie over after she’s fed her kids lunch.

I would also consider calling it even if she was willing to take on some of the household tasks around here. A load or two of laundry each week would go a long way. I’d say she could vacuum, but Roomba does that for me now and she hates that thing.

All I’m saying is, she could pull her weight. How hard a life can it be for a dog who spends half her day in a cat-sized sleeping bag?

My dog has a sleeping bag.


Leftover weekend photos

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On my way.

Whoops.
My shoulder on Saturday night. Whoops.

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After I became a redhead.

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I hit the brakes in the middle of an Ottawa neighbourhood to take this.

#champions #manutd
I hate hashtagging but I make an exception for this. #champions

This is what happens when I stick my phone out the car window at night and click repeatedly.
Sometimes when I’m driving, I roll down the window, hold up my phone and click repeatedly.

File this under: Things You Will Never See Within 10 Feet of Kate's House.
File this under: Things You Will Never See Within 10 Feet Of Kate’s House.

Pretty tree-lined street
A pretty pink street.