Now that Ge­orge Michael’s post-mortem find­ings have come to light, Mau­rice Gueret urges cau­tion on Don­ald di­ag­no­sis

Sunday Independent (Ireland) - Life - - RUDE HEALTH - Dr Mau­rice Gueret is edi­tor of the Ir­ish Med­i­cal Di­rec­tory dr­mau­ricegueret.com

a well-re­garded so­lic­i­tor. If a de­ceased per­son has not been seen by a med­i­cal doc­tor in the cal­en­dar month be­fore death, then it is manda­tory for the coroner to get in­volved. All deaths where vi­o­lence, mis­ad­ven­ture or po­ten­tial neg­li­gence is sus­pected must be re­ported. The coroner’s job is to find out who died, where they died, when they died and how they died. Coroners have to be sat­is­fied that there is noth­ing un­to­ward about deaths be­fore directing doc­tors to is­sue death cer­tifi­cates. They can de­cide to have post mortems com­pleted, and if in­con­clu­sive, an in­quest might fol­low. Coroners get in­volved in about 6,000 deaths a year. Of these, fewer than 1,000 will go to in­quest. was a fit per­son to be Pres­i­dent. The edi­tor was sued for li­bel and Gold­wa­ter took him to the clean­ers for what would be half a mil­lion dol­lars to­day. It’s a funny old coun­try that de­nies psy­chi­a­trists a plat­form to speak from their knowl­edge base, but lets an ig­no­rant Pres­i­dent freely in­sult Mex­i­cans, Mus­lims and women that he has never met. I’m a su­gar man my­self. Just a half spoon in tea and a fussier quar­ter por­tion in cof­fee. It’s not good for the fig­ure, but the low dosage eases guilt. The real dam­age is done by dunked bis­cuits. I have never quite trusted the health pro­file of ar­ti­fi­cial sweet­en­ers. Now I’m not cer­tain I can trust the le­gions of peo­ple who take them. A new test is be­ing used in Canada for the de­tec­tion of urine in pub­lic pools. It mea­sures the lev­els of an ar­ti­fi­cial sweet­ener that swim­mers pass in their urine (the sweet­ener, ace­sul­fame potas­sium (ACE), is com­monly found in pro­cessed food and passes through the body un­al­tered). It would ap­pear that the chem­i­cal sweet­ness-an­d­light bri­gade are cloud­ing the wa­ters for the rest of us. Rene­gades who are too cosy in their lanes to get out to go to the lava­tory. Re­searchers spent three weeks at two pools, and, in test­ing for ACE, they found 75 litres of pee in the big one and 30 litres in the smaller one. I am afraid to bring you the re­sults of their ho­tel jacuzzi test­ing lest you never go on hol­i­days again. Fae­ces in a swim­ming pool does pose an in­fec­tion risk. Urine is ster­ile, so it’s re­ally no more than an eye and air­way ir­ri­tant on its own. But it doesn’t mix well with pool chem­i­cals. The bad­dies here are DBPs: dis­in­fec­tion byprod­ucts that re­sult when pool clean­ing chem­i­cals meet hu­man waste. Very toxic. I’ll be watch­ing out the next time the su­gar bowl is passed to see who is on the ar­ti­fi­cial sweet­en­ers. I’m in no par­tic­u­lar hurry to fin­ish writ­ing a book called The re­search is so in­ter­est­ing that the writ­ing of the book has lapsed. This month, I am look­ing at Soyer’s Famine Soup Kitchen, which was set up in the Crop­pies’ Acre field in 1847. Vis­i­tors to Collins Bar­racks on the quays will know the area well. Soyer was a French celebrity chef based in Lon­don who took his na­tion’s pen­chant for brag­ging to new heights. He in­vented a thin beef and vegetable soup, for­ti­fied with lash­ings of salt and su­gar, and made all sorts of claims for its faminebeat­ing abil­i­ties. He was in­vited to Dublin, and his soup kitchen was in­stalled to feed thou­sands of souls ev­ery day. The lo­cal no­bil­ity were charged a fee to come and watch the masses be­ing fed. His crit­ics said it was more a case of poor soup than soup for the poor. The kitchen didn’t last long and was dis­man­tled and moved to the Lib­er­ties. I’d love to know if any­thing re­mains of Soyer’s soup kitchen and am all ears if you can help.

Doc­tor’s Dublin.

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