Murphy’s Law recently posted a fine piece about Rep. Carolyn McCarthy, her history of massive attempts to violate the rights of legal gun owners, and her mind set.
Distilled down, this is all about personal responsibility.
Now I have a number of health ‘issues’. Chronic conditions requiring regular monitoring by physicians and prescription medications for blood pressure, cholesterol, blood sugar regulation and arthritic/neuropathic pain. My weight is not within the CDC guidelines. I consume too much fat, protein, carbohydrates and volume. Probably too much alcohol. Because of my ‘issues’, I get minimal exercise. And I’ve an aversion to tofu and most cooked vegetables. And don’t eat as much salad as I should.
Now, if I get more sick, or when I die, I’ve no expectations of suing beef, cheese, pork, egg, sugar, booze and bread manufacturers because it’s their fault! That’s asinine!
I’m certainly not the poster boy for always owning up for my errors-in-judgement, but I’m trying.
Murphy’s Law is right. Rep. McCarthy is the poster child for the ‘it’s their fault, they need to pay’ mindset.
I hope I never get THAT sick!
(CNN) – Most beer guts are the result of consuming fermented brew, but a new case study describes a rare syndrome that had one man’s gut fermenting brew, not consuming it.
It’s called gut fermentation syndrome or auto-brewery syndrome, and it’s “a relatively unknown phenomenon in Western medicine” according to a study published in July’s International Journal of Clinical Medicine. “Only a few cases have been reported in the last three decades” according to Dr. Barbara Cordell, the dean of nursing at Panola College in Carthage, Texas, and Dr. Justin McCarthy, a Lubbock gastroenterologist, the study’s authors.
The most current case comes courtesy of an unnamed 61-year-old Texas man who for five years seemed to be drunk — all of the time.
Sounds like some bloggers I’ve run across!
No, not me.
PS – because Squeaky Wheel informed me of the real health issues in this post, she asked for a link to the original article. Here ya go Squeak: http://www.cnn.com/2013/09/19/health/gut-fermentation-syndrome/index.html
(NO, not the underrated Stanley Kramer film with Dick Van Dyke in a non-comedic role!)
I should have said, “Sometimes, the cripple falls – and food is less than perfect!”
A few days ago, J. left for California to assist her older sister who had just lost her husband. This left me again in the role of Dog Wrangler, and caretaker of the homestead. I’m okay with that.
Now, I’m a pretty self-sufficient guy, considering I’m on minimal disability and have some physical ‘issues’. Long time readers remember ‘Ed’, aka the really big shoe, which helps me to walk, unquasimodo-like (?)
Most of the time. Once in a great while, it doesn’t. Thursday, I just came in the front door when my right ankle turned and my 3 1/8″ built-up shoe went sideways. And I went down.
Now, normally, this wouldn’t be a big deal, as my roommate would be there to assist. But, she’s assisting her sister in California. and the three amigos (chihuahuas) don’t have the muscles or skills to block-and tackle me back to vertical. It would be like mice building the pyramids!
So, it took a bit for me to get up. Inventory bones and joints to make certain nothing is sprained or broken – CHECK! Pull myself over to the stair landing (next-to which I’d conveniently fallen) to get a purchase, and VIOLA’!
Some bruising and minor abrasions, muscle pain, and EVERYTHING hurt. More than usual.
Thank the gods for ibuprofen! And a short nap. After all, walking in the door takes great effort. So much for the plans I had to vacuum and dust on Thursday! (Hooray!)
About an hour later, I awakened to a telephone call from a good friend in Chicago. This reminded me of yet another task I had on my list. PORTILLOS recently opened just a few miles away!
For the uninitiated, Portillos is a famous Chicago Hot Dog chain. Visions of Chicago beef, hot dogs and Polish sausages went through my addled brain. I’d not had a good red hot in some months! Hmmm…..
SO, bent, but unbroken, I made my way to the car, and found out some additional muscles used for ingress and egress of said vehicle were also involved in my fall. Ouch! Nothing serious, though. And off to Portillos!
What a place!. Think Arnold’s from TV’s Happy Days on steroids. Clean, well organized, busy. At 2:00 in the afternoon! Glad I didn’t come for dinner on a Saturday!
Quick, efficient service. Good looking food. BUT lukewarm.
It was still tasty, but would have been 75% better in my estimation had the Polish been steaming hot and fries as well. And if the poppy-seeded bun didn’t look as it I’d fallen on it! The malt was excellent, chocolaty and malty. And cold. At least they were consistent, temperature-wise!
I do plan on going back, to try the onion rings, and maybe the Italian beef. But Yelp will get my opinion, one way or another.
Perhaps I’ll clean house Friday (having written the draft Thursday)…
PS – It’s Sunday, still haven’t cleaned! :-)
FTC – get your own Chi-town food. I paid for mine.
This was a Today’s Funny I posted the other day. It reminded me of when I worked at TMCCC.
The company supported many charities. Seemingly more each year, both nationally and locally. And they were constantly hitting us up for more money for something. To make the company look good.
I do remember numerous times being hit up for money for The Juvenile Diabetes Foundation, a good charity to be sure! They usually did this by having helium balloons attached by a ribbon to a bag of peanuts or yes, a candy bar, with a note, to be given as a present or Valentine to a coworker, for a contribution. On more than one occasion, I pointed out to management (being the smart ass I
was am) that selling candy bars to promote diabetes research was akin to (that Vietnam War peacenik phrase) f***ing for chastity!
Of course, I was nicer about it, then.
I was more supportive after I was diagnosed as a diabetic. Who knew?
…of outrageous fortune!
Well, the last two, at least, I’ve been suffering.
desk drafting chair, from which I write/steal this daily drivel, broke a few months ago. Because of my leg disability, I need to sit taller. Most available standard desk chairs go as tall as 28 inches; some 30! and lower down to 16 or 18. Not exactly what I require. If I sit on the floor I might not be able to get up.
SO. I’ve been perching on a low bent wood chair of my roommate’s. Nice furniture, but not designed with a crippled, fat person in mind. Did I say it is LOW? And hard, even with a pillow.
I mentioned my predicament to a good friend only over the Internet. They promptly sent me PayPal funds specifically earmarked for a new chair! Without my asking. I’m blessed.
Then came the nightmare that is Amazon Prime and UPS, in concert to make me wait, then miss the delivery. I commented to another friend, “Technology is great! But, then we expect it, and when it fails, we whine,” Well, I do, anyway.
But, no longer, I’ve a new, taller chair (thanks to my benefactor) and can return the old one to my roommate. Relatively undamaged.
All’s right with the World. At least my butt thinks so.
So, the other day I went in for an eye examination. I’m supposed to go in annually, as I’m diabetic. For the unfamiliar, the disease affects circulation, which in turn may affect the optic nerve and/or retina, causing blindness (!)
Of course, I didn’t go in last year, as I was in the process of moving, so my mind and money were elsewhere. And my regular physician has been bugging me to get it done. So, I went.
I was a little frightened, as my eyes aren’t getting any younger. And, it had been two years.
All for naught. The exam was quick and efficient. My eyes were very nearsighted in my youth, and as I get older and have presbyopia (the thing where older folks get more farsighted) my vision is actually improving!
The one caveat is I’m developing what my eye doc called ‘baby cataracts’. No, these are not tiny Japanese luxury cars. She said that I might need corrective surgery in about 10 years.
So, I’ve a new prescription for improved eyeglasses (which I cannot afford). And my internal eye exam showed no problems from the diabetes! The eye doc even took my regular doc’s info and faxed her the exam results. When I go in later this month, there will be one less hassle from my doctor. Huzzah!
My stepsister’s husband, a retired Army LTC, ‘Larry’,mentioned before in these pages, has finally returned to Fairbanks, AK.(their home) after six months of care at Seatac for kidney and heart ailments!
He will be in rehab there at another facility for probably six weeks, minimum. He’s lost much muscle mass, and is currently using a wheelchair. He is mentally alert, giving orders to his adult son about prepping his home for the oncoming Alaska Winter. Hopefully, he will walk, yet again.
He did multiple tours in Vietnam in his youth and deserves our very best. In his retirement, he has been working for the American Red Cross. Definitely not one to rest on his laurels!
PS – THANK YOU Jason, for checking in on him! You’re the BEST.
(Michael Corleone – Godfather III)
Siddhartha reminded me (by commenting on recent post) about the seduction of certain foods and chemicals. Drugs – certainly.
Coffee – the low end of the speed spectrum, I grant you – George Carlin
Some years back, I was on a ‘health food’ regimen. The specifics aren’t important, but one of the many things I denied myself (after years of thoroughly enjoying it) was caffeine.
Withdrawal was, what’s the quaint phrase? Hell-On-Wheels.
But after about six week of withdrawing from pretty much everything I liked, I suddenly awakened feeling better. And speaking of awakening, I slept like a rock, no interruptions, and awakened refreshed and energized!
This was not the insomnia-ridden, no-bladder-control, wake up tired experience I was used to!
And it was marvelous. For a few years.
But, all good things must come to an end. One of the things I’d NOT denied myself was television. And with television came commercials. With all her sexy, image-laden taunts of cheeseburgers, doughnuts, steak, ribs, french fries, and pizza. And most importantly coffee and soda.
And soon I had another troop of chemically-laden, empty-caloried monkeys on my back! Caffeine (and other things) in all her glory.
I’ve been thinking about giving it up again. At least the caffeine. Certainly all the diet soda I consume cannot be healthy for me. (Not to mention the chemicals).
But, not today!
God give me chastity. But don’t give it yet – Saint Augustine
(Now, seriously – where else will you see images of The Godfather and St. Augustine in the same essay?)
The DSM-5 is the text psychiatry professionals use to assess and diagnose mental illness. It codifies what IS an illness, a neurosis, or a tic. There has been much controversy in recent years with regard to what is considered a mental aberration, and what is not.
Homosexuality used to be in the text, and was voted out by their governing board in the early 70s.
‘Jumping the Shark’ refers to when something goes beyond the pale. It refers to the downturn and eventual demise of the popular 70s TV series Happy Days, wherein Fonzie, the show’s ‘cool guy’, picked up a dare to perform a water ski jump over a shark (while wearing his trademarked leather jacket, of course!) A long distance from the James Dean / Marlon Brando – modelled character he originally copied. From Rebel Without A Cause to Rebel Without A Clue.
The DSM-5 recently added caffeine withdrawal as an actual mental disorder.
Now, I’ve experienced caffeine withdrawal (as well as over-use) many times. I am addicted to caffeine, currently in the form of Coke Zero, and it’s more-caffeinated cousin, Diet Coke. I like coffee, but in central Arizona, when the temps top 100, I prefer a colder beverage.
I may one day again choose to deprive myself of caffeine. And, I expect to experience at least some of the possible side effects in so doing: restlessness, nervousness, excitement, insomnia, flushed face, diuresis (having to pee a lot), gastrointestinal disturbance, muscle twitching, rambling flow of thought and speech, tachycardia or cardiac arrhythmia, periods of inexhaustibility or psychomotor agitation (unintentional motion, say, rapidly bouncing one leg) – (Philly.com)
While there may be some psychological and physiological side-effects from withdrawing from caffeine, personally, I hardly think it needs to be listed in the DSM-5.
I don’t know if the elements of the Twinkie Defense are in there, already. I’m afraid to look.
I received a large envelope from the NRA in the mail yesterday. On the outside it said Health Care Reform 2013.
I was intrigued. After all, I’m on disability and Medicare, and any help with things medical and insurance would be welcome. I cannot afford any ‘doughnut hole’ coverage.
So, I began to peruse the envelope’s contents. Basically, it appears to be coverage for cancer, and will pay up to $300,000 CASH directly to the policy holder (eligible NRA members) in case of such a diagnosis. They even include a plastic membership card!
AND, the fees are quite reasonable. Even I can afford them! ($6.77/month at my age)
The not-so-fine print states I cannot apply if I’ve been diagnosed and/or received treatment for CANCER, Leukemia or Hodgkin’s Disease within the past 10 years. They do allow skin cancer (which I also have had)!
And I had lymphoma, which was treated with chemotherapy, within that time frame.