Wednesday, 13 October 2021

What's the big hoo-hah about Ivermectin all of a sudden?


What's the big hoo-hah about Ivermectin all of a sudden?


Recently, there's been a lot of social media chatter about Ivermectin - that "It's an animal medication!", "It cures Covid!", "Don't take it, it kills!" etc.

For over 30 years, this drug has been a godsend to folks blighted by river blindness AND elephantiasis. For Singapore folks like me, the closest I get to river blindness is when I try to take a dawn picture at Kallang and the river slaps me with an insouciant glare from the sun.

What river blindness is - is when microscopic thread-like worms make their way into that clear covering of the eye called the cornea and trigger an immune response causing an injection of keratin turning it opaque. One to two million people get it every year with about half eventually going permanently blind. The other half live with some kind of visual impairment. And it is all due to the bite of a black fly that loves living near angry waterways.

If the microscopic threadlike worms are lazy, they ride along the lymphatic system and you'll end up with swollen limbs and joints, hence the condition "elephant leg". When dead, the worms cause intense itching and even skin depigmentation, giving you a "leopard spotty" camouflage.

Ivermectin works. And it works particularly well against parasitic round worms, what scientists call "nematodes". Worms that are flat are called, well, flatworms. Ivermectin is also highly effective against ticks or what we all know as "kutu" around these parts. Fish farmers have been using the drug to rid their pools of fish lice. 

For sure, Ivermectin did not start life as a river blindness cure. It was hailed as a wonder drug six years prior in the bovine husbandry industry. Parasitic infection was a very serious matter then, affecting our ability to have one hamburger or two.

We have all seen how bochap cows stand serene in a sweet-looking pastoral field only for them to be constantly swishing their tails as if quick-charging an imaginary handphone. 

Forget methane. If you can harness the energy from their swishing tails, I believe a small town can light up for Halloween a whole week! Or at least Farmer Bill could get in more than one warm bath a week and not smell like the titular barn each time he steps into the house.

The problem was particularly acute in Brazil. The country was a major exporter of beef. Eighty percent of their cattle were at any one time infected with some kind of parasite or other, causing a $2 billion annual loss. With Ivermectin, that loss quickly flipped into an annual billion dollar positive gain. No wonder money politics is so prevalent there, as well as a romanticised life of the macho "ranchero" there. A local sitcom featuring a "stud" is sure to do well there. Doesn't matter if he's "bent" like Ricky Martin. A beefcake is a beefcake is a beefcake.

So, who discovered Ivermectin? I would love it to be that karang guni man digging around the back lane in my hometown of Geylang, but no. It was a scientist - a certain Satoshi Omura - who was digging up soil looking for useful microbes near a golf course in  Honshu, Japan. Or more so an Irishman named William Campbell who was a parasite expert and the one who had some skill in purifying whatever substance Omura found that was useful. Their combined effort was an effective drug called Avermectin. 

Avermectin? Yes, you read that right. 

Ivermectin is just a chemically altered version of Avermectin. 

Both gentlemen - Omura for his stubborn screening of useful microbes, Campbell for his good use of chemistry flasks - received the 2015 Nobel Prize in Physiology and Medicine for their momentous efforts. That day, the Earth spun a little faster as bovine creatures all over gleefully farted to celebrate the news. Since 1981, they had swished their tails much less and their four chambered stomach also upset little. Cattle already in abattoirs that day were understandably rather muted (ah, liao kai).

Ivermectin was better known as Mectizan for a long time. The reason is that Merck & Co (yes, that pharmaceutical giant) developed the drug and in 1987, gave it away free to developing countries. If Merck & Co is accused of selling Covid drugs at a ridiculous price today, ask if they are giving them away free to poor countries. They have done it before and should be encouraged to do the same again. A $$$ pfizered heart can be denatured.

Why is Ivermectin so effective against those parasites? The reason could be how its works.

Ivermectin opens up a channel in the membrane of the parasite's nerve cell and causes it to be flooded with chloride ions. This flood of negative ions in turn causes an imbalance to the electrical potential of the cell. When this happens, the neurons are unable to fire and it leaves the creature lembek (muscle feeble) till death overcomes it. In other words, it cannot wriggle away and siam.

In river blindness, a key property of Ivermectin also makes it doubly effective. Its large molecular size does not allow it to seep across the blood-aqueous barrier of the eye. Applied on the cornea, it stays there and rids it of any tiny worms. Or indeed, even those that have burrowed under. If the planet Arrakis rained Ivermectin on Dune, Paul Atreides would not have any worm to ride, only his sandpeople girlfriend behind some rocks (if she's willing, that is). Amorous love-making on sand is only good in the movies. In real life it is.... Well, you know. And then there's the sandflies...

Plus, Ivermectin can both be applied externally AND imbibed. How sweet is that?

So, if Ivermectin had been such a "wonder drug" all these years to river folk, dogs, horses and cattle, what's the big hoo-hah about it being an "experimental" drug for Covid now??? And indeed, even in cancer treatment?

Yes, cancer.

We have all heard of that story about a man curing himself of cancer with a deworming drug meant for his dog. That is not some hillbilly yarn but an established fact. A similar trial has been going on in Melbourne the last three years, and a friend is thriving from it. Last I heard, she's still peeing the same old fashion, firmly seated on the toilet, not with one leg up. 

Ah, A dog is Man's best friend. Now, even his medicine cabinet is.

Knowing that our cells mutate each day and are gotten rid of through a process known as "programmed cell death" is reassuring. It is only when this kamikaze mechanism fails that errant cells go on to thrive and cause issues. This act of cell suicide is called apoptosis. Another process is autophagy. It is when a stressed cell is programmed for destruction and its parts recycled for energy. Fasting activates autophagy - why it is good to do that periodically to rid yourself of the cellular weak links in you. 

So, in essence, we all live to get cancer and die some day. If you don't, consider yourself lucky; damn lucky. You are one in a million. No, make that in a billion! Unless you are a robot in one of Isaac Asimov's Foundation stories. A boring read but a rather colorful TV series on Apply+ (plug).

In recent years, more and more scientists are looking into how Ivermectin might fight cancer. There have been successful cases against breast cancer (truly a subject worth looking at!)

Because of its unique property of affecting ion channels, these scientists are thinking maybe there is more to Ivermectin than meets the eye (pun). If the drug can encourage cancer (and other errant cells) to commit suicide or recycle itself, isn't that great? It would lead to less invasive and destructive treatments for that dreaded "C" word.

Ivermectin and its class of drugs works but care needs to be taken. Even in its use on river blindness, only a small amount is taken - some 12 mg the whole year split in six-month periods. And this has to be taken for 10 to 14 years. That's how long the adult worm can thrive in a patient. And Ivermectin is often ingested with two other drugs to make it more stable and long term.

I wonder if Tarzan knew about this river blindness disease (officially called Onchocerciasis)? Would he still be so keen to hang around rivers to wrestle crocs? Or stand around a fast moving waterfall and go "orh yee orh"? I think not.

The river blindness worm (immature<1mm long; adult <50cm) does not hang from trees like a caterpillar to catch you unawares. It is transmitted by a black fly that hosts its larvae and leaves the adult in your skin to merrily paktor and mate after biting you. The adults form orgies under your skin and produces baby threadlike worms that squirm everywhere. Another bite from this blackfly picks up the larvae, hosts it till adult and the cycle repeats.  Black flies are commonly found around highly oxygenated waterways such as fast rivers and waterfalls. 

Hmm, "Orh yee orh, Tarzan boh cheng kor" has a ring of truth to it. Tarzan becomes blind of onchocerciasis and cannot find his loincloth. A rather lanjiao situation, if you ask me, Makes for good jungle porn though (again, if only Tarzan and Cheetah is willing).

The end - A public service piece by TC Lai, 13 Oct 2021




Friday, 10 April 2020

An Evil Sweeps Through


An Evil Sweeps Through
- by TC Lai, 9th April 2020

There's a rumor in town that a new evil has arrived.
It used to be the Tax Man. "A necessary evil," is what the people in charge told us. His masters will keep us safe; give us medicines; cure our crops of malice;

Sometimes their medicines don't work and we watch our loved ones die - often due to "consumption", "dysentery", "cholera", or "listeria"...Names we dare not give our children even though they sound exotic and faeryish. Soldiers are at times ill-disciplined and steal from us.
But such pestilence would often pass after a toll has been exacted, a price paid. Or when the crows have flown away to another accursed land.
However, this time it is different.
This new evil is said to be more vicious, and careless. A careless evil is hard to arrow down even if you know it is present and near.
And worse, it watches and stops you from comforting the sick. For if you do you will soon need the same attention, and so on. Quickly, your whole family will lay gasping on the floor, not unlike fish that has fallen out of a basin. Your home is still lovely: the sun pouring sunshine in, the wind playful with the curtains. And you wonder why you are in such dire straits. You should be outside singing and dancing. It feels unreal, surreal. You gasp your last breath and wonder if you will ever wake from the sleep you feel is creeping up and sealing you in darkness for good.

But why am I drowning on dry land? - a final thought that locks you in limbo, in cyan, a color that is not supposed to exist.
Soon your whole village is asleep. Any visitor arriving will see corpses lying forward as if when alive a sprint race was afoot. Hands grasping chests as if enormous effort had been expended to win what must be the most valuable prize on offer at race end.
The visitor covers his face... In fear as well as in familiarity. Is this another incidence of pestilence? When was the last, he wonders, for some plaques do have a regular cycle like the seasons. Locusts are born, fly about, make love and die. Not before greedily eating up all your harvests leaving behind stalks for you to weave mats of, to lie down and grab your tummy in memory of food once promised.
In time folks from all over the land hear of this evil and stay away. They wear garlic in hopes of warding it off; masks so the evil will not recognise each as a family and drag them all away in unison. That's the most terrible loss a person can bear. To be alone where once meals were consumed with company, conversation and laughter. Now the silence is unnerving and unbearable, persistently gnawing at your grief.
Days and months pass. A stranger turns up and wonder why the land is lush, the wild creatures aplenty. He doesn't notice the graves that dot the land for they have been hidden from view by tall, willful grass. Birds sway atop them as oblivious as the stranger to what an evil had once wrought. Even the folks who went through the ordeal cannot be sure now if that evil had indeed passed through, so swift and devastating it was. Like a bad dream, they rather not talk about it. Soon new communities are formed, comfortable relationships forged.
Faces that were once familiar fade into a fog pierced by bright
sunlight. The blindness fades and the color of earth emerges, a land thirsting for water and the familiar grip of fresh crops. A new cycle beckons. Life once on hold begins anew.
The end

Sunday, 15 March 2020

Singaporise It!

FT on coronavirus (pix received on 15th March 2020)

Can Lah!

You have a virus situation
Blur-blur about your resolution
Singaporise it!

You have a clogged up road system
Pained 'bout arterial revitalisation
Singaporise it!

You have not a beautiful garden city
Eyesore from too much concretelitis
Singaporise it!

You have civil demonstrations everyday
Can't get to work go everywhere delay
Singaporise it!

Singapore, the land is small
Singapore, people come to the fore
No matter the race, language or religion
We come together as one tokong union

Because a paper boat can stay afloat
Because a paper plane can fly
Because if paper can crease for a moment
To square up a dream
So we shall, so we shall

Our forefathers give us strength
Our children give us vision
Our harbour has forever flowered aspirations
So, if...

You have a handful of Asian padi rice
A laokwayhbu that's old, plum and pretty nice
Singaporise it!

You have some black sauce, flat noodles and cockles
A kwali and wokchan, wrist action with power
Singaporise it!

You have a thing for dried shrimp, coconut milk and spices
Plus taupok, boiled egg and fishcake
Singaporise it!

Chicken rice super nice
Charkwayteow "wo lai liao!"
Laksa anytime no lasa

So, if you have a problem you cannot solve
Look to this Tiny Dot that has much resolve
To live in Peace, Harmony and Progress
To set a example for the REST

You have rampant shootings in the schools
Children frightened hiding under stools
Singaporise it!

You have druggies, pushers hanging out at street corner
Perhaps white powder for the rich to savour
Singaporise it!

You have media mastheads of every font and color
Op-eds lambasting every issue, creed or color
Teach us leh!
Don't just Singaporise it!

(Haha)

- by TC Lai 15th March 2020

Saturday, 7 March 2020

Corona Virus Toilet Roll Mania

The news this week out of Sydney, Australia of two women fighting over toilet rolls in a Woolsworth market inspired these two comedy pieces. Enjoy!


And this done today. ;-)



Thursday, 5 March 2020

Malaysian New Back-Door Government

Did Dr M miscalculate? Or did he not do enuf to push for reform? Or indeed support Anwar. In the end, he probably wavered with Anwar because he wants a "for Malay" government. What a missed opportunity to return Malaysia to Before-Najib and some semblance of "clean" government! 

In response to Dr M being dumped out of Bersatu and the break-up of PH.

This is response to new PM meeting so quickly with UMNO president Zahid Hadidi 

Wednesday, 12 February 2020

In Love With A Married Woman



In Love With A Married Woman
- by TC Lai, 11 Feb 2020

I am in love with a married woman
The way she walks the way talks
Even the way she holds her fork and spoon
Are the little things I liked of a girl long ago

You will never tire thinking back
Of how you had wanted to say hi
If she would hold your hand
Or maybe dance that dance you had in mind

The big question
The big occasion
The honeymoon

I look at this married woman and feel
All those memories
And the ones only together with kids can make
And wonder earnestly if she feels the same

I wonder too of the work I need to do
To covet what that is not mine
If I need to run her husband over with a car
Or just accost him in a dark alley

To get him to give up what is obviously
A lost cause for him
For that married woman has given me a smile
That she might climb onto this adventure

I am dreaming of and am punctuating
With lovely imagery
For the years ahead are still pretty long

Then I get smacked on the head
"Eh buddy, why are you staring at her so long?
She's your wife, ain't she?"

"No lah, just thinking of an old song," I lied,
Embarrassed, but somewhat true

Some married women are best left alone
But there's only one I'd rather keep by my side
Always.

The end

(Note: A different take on the usual Valentines Day poem. :-))