Vraag & Antwoord
Onze Slackware maintainer is ziek :(
- -----BEGIN PGP SIGNED MESSAGE----- Hash: SHA1 Tuesday, November 16, 2004, 10:43 "Last post?" Hi folks. If you're reading this, I thank you. Perhaps you'll have a role to play in bringing about the miracle that I desperately need. First, I'd like to apologize for the lack of updates lately in Slackware -current and stable... I know there are a few outstanding issues that need to be addressed. However, I've been too sick to work for a couple of weeks and now I am away from my computers and at my parents' house in Fargo, North Dakota where my only online access is through an AOL dialup. I have told only a select few people about what's going on thinking that I did not want the internet at large to know about this, that I'd get it taken care of and get back on track without a major problem. Now, I'm hoping that this will get seen by a lot of people and that if it hits Slashdot that some kind medical geek will help save my life. I've generally been a pretty healthy guy. Nobody I know would characterize me as a hypochondriac by any stretch, so when I raise an alarm it tends to be for real. I'm going to give a timeline and run through all the symptoms I've had (so if that sort of thing grosses you out, you can stop reading right now). For the rest of you, here goes. This is going to be long, but hopefully somebody who can help will read it... This all began quite some time ago, perhaps as long ago as May of 2001. I was preparing Slackware 8.0 for release and working really hard. A pain developed in my shoulder, and (too busy to do anything about it right away) I ignored it and continued to keep working. It got to be pretty bad and one afternoon in early June I was rushed to the emergency room at a hospital in Concord, California. I was sweating, feverish, with a weak pulse of around 50, experiencing chills and seeming to be on the verge of passing out. The doctor who saw me did a chest X-ray and didn't think it was too unusual. I was told it was probably bronchitis and was sent home with a presription for ciprofloxacin which mostly cleared up the problem. Still the pain in my shoulder seemed to vaguely remain. By mid October of 2001, I was in bad shape again. My parents asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I told them some more Cipro. They found someone who was able to help me out with a 60 day supply (no small task as this was right after the infamous Anthrax mailings when all the newspapers were running articles about Cipro and people were trying to horde it). I finished the two month course of antibiotics and felt better. Not perfect, but significantly improved. I chalked the events of 2001 up to stress, but in retrospect I am not so sure. I had similar problems in 2002 and 2003 that were also knocked back with some antibiotics, but the pain in my left upper back (and some kind of "presence" there) never did fully clear up. Tests for TB came back negative. Fast forward to May of this year. I found myself complaining about "my usual pain", as I had started to call it, more and more. I was starting to wonder if I was even going to be able to make my annual camping trip out in western New York state at the beginning of July, but I did go. I figured the sun and a little exercise would do me some good, and I did feel a little less like I was "fixin' to die," but upon my return to California things started to do downhill for me again. This whole time I was coughing up some strange stuff. Some of it was white and reminded me of dental plaque. In spite of being a dentist's son I've never had the best oral hygiene so I'm familiar with plaque. The "plaque" I was getting out of my lungs was some nasty stuff and smelled just like dental floss used after a couple of days without brushing. Yeah, I know I should be better about that, but tend to stay up late and if my wife is already asleep don't always turn the light on and wake her up so I can brush before bed. To help me avoid more tooth decay my dad bought me one of those fancy rechargable electric toothbrushes that really powers away the plaque. It also creates a fine aerosol mist of plaque, and I started to wonder if 4 years of using this brush had caused me to breathe in some of this plaque mist and moved an infection into my lungs. I inquired with several physicians about "lung plaque" and most of them had never heard of such a thing. One told me he had heard of something like that in people who were exposed to asbestos, though. Searching on Google didn't turn up any relevant hits on the subject. By early September 2004, I was spending a good portion of the time I'd normally be working online flat on my back instead. The pain that had started in my left upper back had moved into my left side below the ribs, and my right side just under my armpit, too. Being an ex-smoker, worries of lung cancer were starting to consume my thoughts. A close friend of my father's had recently died from that disease, and his initial symptom was also shoulder pain -- in fact, they treated him for a presumed pulled muscle for many months while the real problem went undiagnosed. Sometime in October I decided that it was time to pull my head out of the sand and get in to see my usual physician who runs a small clinic in Concord, tell him all of this stuff, and at least try to get cancer ruled out. He ordered chest X-rays, blood work, ran an EKG, and checked all my usual vital signs. I told him about the "lung plaque" and reported feeling weak all the time with no appetite. Being 6'2" and about 145 pounds I knew I didn't want to be losing any weight. He also listened to my chest and like all the doctors I've seen this year thought it sounded mostly clear, like there wasn't anything major going on there. The X-ray was a little different story though. It was taken on a Thursday and I was told not to expect to hear anything until sometime the next week. Well, the next morning the phone rang and it was my doctor. He told me there was something "suspicious" seen in my left upper lung (right about where the long-standing pain was), and that I needed to get some more X-rays at the local hospital instead of the imaging center I'd gone to before. They weren't going to be able to get me in there until the next Monday. The next morning I decided that I'd better FedEx some T-shirts that my friends at the GUS in Brazil had been waiting for (not knowing how much longer I could procrastinate on that, etc). While driving back I felt a sharp pain in my left side and felt something in there pop and drain (maybe into the pleura?), and since cancer was well on my mind, as well as the fact that this had been going on for way too long, I headed straight to the nearest ER hoping I wasn't bleeding internally or something like that. By the time the doctor there saw me I was holding onto my left side which seemed to help the pain a bit. He ran a UA (and called it "questionable") and sent me down for a CT scan. No iodine dye -- just a lower abdominal scan to see if I had any kidney stones (and yes, I related as much of this other info as he had time to hear in a busy ER). No stones were found, but he wrote me a script for Cipro and some pain medication. I showed up at the hospital the next day (in only slightly better shape) to try to schedule additional X-rays, but they had misplaced the fax my doctor had sent in, and they didn't want to schedule additional images until they had seen the first ones. I never did see those myself, and the imaging center requires a 48 hour notice to check out films. It was starting to look like going through this medical center was going to be a slow process, and I wasn't sure I had that kind of time. So, I made the decision to pack up the car and drive back to North Dakota from California. My Dad has been part of the medical community for years there, and knows a lot of people. I figured he would know who I should be seeing, and could help me set something up. A week ago Sunday (Nov. 7) my wife Andrea and I set out to make the 1680 mile drive to Fargo. We made it as far as Monida Pass. This is a mountain pass on the Idaho/Montana border with an elevation of 6820 feet. On the way up the grade I knew it wasn't going to be kind to me. I felt an intense squeezing under my sternum and started to sweat and nearly passed out. I've never previously had any trouble with high elevations and have done hiking and mountain biking at much higher ones than this particular pass. Luckily Andrea was driving at the time! We decided that we would stop at the next fairly large town with a hospital and see what they could do for me. This was Butte, Montana, an old mining town, and home of St. James Hospital. The folks there were absolutely wonderful to me. They did some more blood work (finding only a slightly low potassium level), chest X-rays, and a CT with the iodine. They didn't wait long for the dye to circulate because they said the main goal there was to insure I didn't have a pulmonary embolism. I did not have that. The doctor and radiologist also told me my lungs looked "slightly inflamed" and to stay on the Cipro, but that I was unlikely to keel over before making it to Fargo, especially as I'd be losing elevation rapidly upon heading east. They packed the X-rays and CT scans into a big envelope and told me I could borrow it to take to my doctor in Fargo, and that they see a lot of people come in from that pass with similar problems. So, off we went. I was mostly ok getting back to Fargo, but never lost the feeling that someone was leaning on my chest pressing on my sternum, and was occasionally short of breath even after getting down to the 1000 foot elevation. Back in Fargo, I had an appointment with an internal MD on Thursday morning. By Wednesday night the pressure under my sternum was so bad that it felt like I was having a heart attack, and was again taken to an ER (the Slackware 2004 ER tour continues). While there I started to feel better, and the pressure was letting up, and I did not want to be a GOMER in their emergency room. The doctor I saw the next day focused on the possibility of a thyroid or liver problem, and ran some more tests that came back looking ok. He thought the CT from Butte looked "within normal limits". That night I again got the squeeze (pericardis?) but suffered through it because I did not want to go back to the ER. I've had at least one strong attack every day since, along with the sensation of "pop and drain" in all the original pain points and under my sternum. The next day (Saturday, 13th) I went to a local clinic with an MD in private practice. This guy was/is great, and has seen me about a half dozen times since. He agreed that I had signs of serious infection, including a disgusting garlic/sulfur smell you could detect at 50 paces. He put me on levaquinone and metronidazole hoping to have a better chance of covering whatever the responsible bacteria was. Took more X-rays but couldn't see anything obvious. We discussed getting an echocardiogram to look for pericardius. Then, I got my Google breakthrough. One of the symptoms I'd noticed over a year ago was feeling like something hard was stuck in my throat causing me to cough. Maybe 4 times I was able to recover was looked like a small (<= 1mm), round, hard granule that was light yellow in color. I'm sure I swallowed a bunch of them, but hadn't seen too many examples and had not remembered to mention this to any MDs along the way. I googled for "yellow lung granule" and maybe the third hit mentioned something called Actinomycosis. There it was, a laundry list of the symptoms I'd been experiencing. Furthermore, the disease is caused by the same bacteria that normally lives in the mouth and in dental plaque. Infections are most common in the jaw, but sometimes occur in the lungs and spread elsewhere through the body. The hallmark of the disease is the finding of small granules of sulfur. Aha, I thought. Now that I know what this is, I should be able to get some treatment. I tried "sulfur lung granule" on Google instead and had a ton of hits, all highly relevant to the situation I was experiencing. I printed out one of the hits from the Johns Hopkins Microbiology newsletter and raced back to the clinic to tell Rodney about it. He looked at over and thanked me for doing so much work for him (whatta guy Smile, and on the basis of what I'd told him felt there was a good chance that we were looking at the answer right there. None of the antibiotics I was on would touch this -- they were all too modern. That was one of the terrible side effects of old antibiotics; they would kill the natural flora in the mouth and GI tract and you have all kinds of problems like fungal and yeast infections as a result. So the newer classes of antibiotics are carefully chosen to avoid killing those types of bacteria, and this was probably caused by Actinomyces, the most common bacteria in the mouth. When found in a lab culture, its precense tends to be discounted as normal. So, what kills this stuff? Good old penicillin. Yup, while everything else in the world became resistant to penicillin and amoxicillin, Actinomyces israelii never did. Rodney had me quit taking the other antibiotics and put me on amoxicillin (even though V-cillin-K 1g qid might have been a better choice). I've been on it for a couple of days and I'm doing a bit better. I don't stink anymore and the palms of my hands have quit sweating. He also gave me five days of prednisone which seems to be lessening the frequency of the chest attacks, although one did get me out of bed at 03:00 last night (and I took the opportunity to start working on this report hoping to save myself). Problem is, things are somewhat contained, but still appear to be spreading. I'm getting sudden pressure releases occasionally that seem to be coming from the pleura or pericardium, and this morning had one that seemed to be inside my head. This has me more than a little concerned. - From everything I've read about this, it is a really tough thing to treat. Oral penicillin generally does not do it. What is needed is 2 to 6 weeks of IV penicillin G (12 to 24 million units a day), followed by 12 months of V-cillin-K 1g four times a day. Amoxicillin 500mg 3 times a day has me in a holding pattern, but it's probably not going to do the trick. Rodney has no ability to directly admit me to a hospital without first sending me to an infectious disease MD there who would have to agree with all of this. I have an appointment on Friday. There you have it. That's where I am today. If anyone out there is familiar with this and is able to help, please let me know. I'll travel anywhere I have to at this point. I can be reached on my cell phone at (925) 535-9062. Please call only if you can help get me some high-dose antibiotic treatment. I have been trying to check email at least once a day at firstname.lastname@example.org as well. I'll accept whatever you'd like to send me at that address (as usual Smile, but if you're contacting me with an offer of help please add [HELP] to the subject so that I'll be able to find those emails more easily. Say prayers, knock on wood, whatever. I need all the help I can get. Anything sent here will be confidential unless you say otherwise, too. I also hope if I'm off the job for a couple more weeks that the Slackware community will still support me until I can return to the job, which I'm really itching to do ASAP. This experience has changed my perspective on a lot of things, and I think the future will be different (and better). Oh, there's this blood test result which I should also mention. While almost everything looks normal there, the following white cell counts are (barely) out of the normal range: Neutrophils 79 (high) NormalRange = 40-75 Lymphocytes 16 (low) = 20-45 Absolute Eosinophil 0.00 (low) = 0.015-0.500 BTW, my login quote tonight was "Snow and adolescence are the only problems that disappear if you ignore them long enough." heh. Thanks for listening. - --- Patrick J. Volkerding -----BEGIN PGP SIGNATURE----- Version: GnuPG v1.2.6 (GNU/Linux) iD8DBQFBmkjUakRjwEAQIjMRAi2JAJ9KV7oOB45BA5aSh64pui+UpkN5UQCfT6fX cjV3jp4B3QsASysTqVaZLVk= =S59k -----END PGP SIGNATURE-----
- Dit is echt slecht nieuws. En ik heb de laatste weken ook al last van m'n schouders... Hoop dat hij snel weer beter wordt... in de eerste plaats voor hemzelf natuurlijk. dat de slackware ontwikkeling een tijdje minder zal zijn is geen ramp. Als de community zich zelf wat kan organiseren m.b.t. beveiligingsupdates tenminste...
- Ik hoop dat jij weer snel beter is. [quote:44f7173ece="Bamboe"]Als de community zich zelf wat kan organiseren m.b.t. beveiligingsupdates tenminste...[/quote:44f7173ece] Heel simpel: * subscribe op de Debian security lijst (geen grap) * als een vurnerability op slack van toepassing is: neem de slack build script, bump het versienummer en voer het script uit * upgradepkg de nieuwe package
- Is dit ook de manier waarop patrick dit doet? ;) Nja, ik bedoelde eigenlijk of er geen mensen bereid zouden zijn om zelf een repository met beveiligingsupdates op te zetten en deze aan te kondigen in alt.os.linux.slackware ofzo... bespaart mij weer wat werk :)
- [quote:229beda0fb="danieldk"] Heel simpel: * subscribe op de Debian security lijst (geen grap) * als een vurnerability op slack van toepassing is: neem de slack build script, bump het versienummer en voer het script uit * upgradepkg de nieuwe package[/quote:229beda0fb] Ik heb je idee gejat daniel en op Slackware OT gegooid.... hoop dat je dat niet erg vind. Veel slackers zouden dit probleemloos kunnen doen.... maar een redelijk quotum is afhankelijk van kant en klare packages.
- Zie mijn reactie op OT.
- [quote:eb1805ba6a="danieldk"]Zie mijn reactie op OT.[/quote:eb1805ba6a] wist niet dat je die ook las :D
- Ik ben daar een lurker ;). Sinds je me een tijd geleden over de lijst verteld heb kijk ik af en toe wat er te doen is 8) .
- Nu voel ik me dom... wat is slackware OT?
- [quote:2e1070d948="Bamboe"]Nu voel ik me dom... wat is slackware OT?[/quote:2e1070d948] Erm, google? ;)
- [quote:4fc2aa7c8f="Bamboe"]Nu voel ik me dom... wat is slackware OT?[/quote:4fc2aa7c8f] Tjezus.... wat ben jij dom..... ;) Volluit Slackware Off Topic..... mailinglist... low profile.... tegenhanger van AOLS want die is On Topic.
- Juist... idd... *blush* enfin, 't is voor 't eerst dat ik van die mailinglist hoor en /me heeft zich gesubscribed :)
- OK... 't ziet er nu wel hééél slecht uit: > Did you get useful responses to your request for assistance in finding a > source of high-dose, IV, antibiotic for your infection? A lot of us are > concerned and are pulling for you. Unfortunately, no. I chose to go to the Mayo Clinic having heard so many good things, and they're becoming convinced I have Marfan's Syndrome, which is a crock. I have good foot arches, perfect eyesight, no sign of scoliosis, and never had any detectable heart problems until today's exam which found a fairly serious murmur (probably in fact endocarditis), and which none of the other docs including a very sharp internal medicine guy could detect last week, but is now obvious to everyone. I'm quite afraid I'm going to die here because they won't take a chance on the IV drip. Wish I had a better report. They've done absolutely nothing to rule out an anerobic infection, and the heart pains are getting more severe every hour. With Marfan's, you are born with a defective heart. It's such a red herring that I'm stunned. :-( Hope this isn't my last email. Pat
- [moderator] hier stond een krachtterm die in deze context erg begrijpelijk was, maar ik helaas niet door mijn vingers kan zien Verder no effence. Max [/moderator]
- Tsssss Marcel toch... Neem jij eens niet in je mond wat een ander niet in z'n handjes mag houden ;) Met respect hoor, maar op een publiek forum mag je toch wel verwachten dat er tenminste door de volwassenen (ja, daar hoor ik ook bij ;)) enigzins op het taalgebruik wordt gelet. Dat de situatie met Patrick V. voor verbetering vatbaar is (jep, da's een understatement :-?) staat buiten kijf, maar zó plastisch had je het m.i. niet hoeven te verwoorden (ook al ben ik het er inhoudelijk wel mee eens :cry:) Groet, M.V. Wesstein
- Ik had het expres in hoofdletters geschreven, kwalitatief uitermate teleurstellend. Ik vond deze drie letters juist mooi de situatie verwoorden. 'Minder prettig' of 'vervelend' komt wat flauw over bij dergelijk ernstige zaken.
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