Tag: health

  • 20111012-More Spooks

    For a while, I had wondered how and why a “fellow blogger” has found/been assigned my blog/a moi. His presence is refreshing. However, his activities of commenting and contacting are less than desired. Nonetheless, all I could do is “smile” and be thankful he is still okay. Or is he?

    “my over-whelmed/vexed mind…”

    “my head hurts at this time & I am tired…”

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    Apparently, this guy doesn’t know about how “nationalized security” and pals work or why his “Message to Author” has triggered to hit my Spam folder (without fail). He needs to get LOTS of rest and relaxation, eat LOTS of healthy food and clean water, and detoxify his “allergic symptoms/karmic debt” to his current environment/path in life with some orgone/orgonite.

  • Eyebrow issues…

    For the past few days, Maw’s eyebrows have been itchy. I checked for any gray/white hair but didn’t find any.

    As for Ron Paul, his fake right eyebrow kept falling off! So I’m wondering if there is any myth behind eyebrows.

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  • Middle Americans…

    Well those who take the “middle ground” are really left with nothing because they are neither too rich to live without working hard and for a lifetime to pay down/off debt/mortgage nor too poor to qualify for government help/benefits. It’s the intention behind the entitlements/garnishments/bonuses and how these are best utilized, not for sex, drugs, gambling and more money/bling.

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  • Poo long poo…

    The digestive process of both Maw and me is working well. We are drinking our non-alcoholic drink – a mixture of one-fourth “calamansi” (a salty, tarty type of lemon the size of grapes) juice and three-fourth apple juice. As a result, our poop is coming out LONG and strong for the past week!

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  • Confessional visit…

    A nice Filipino couple came by our house and conversed with us from 11:00am until noontime. It appears that the nice guy was emotionally affected by the insane people at our local parish.

    • A Viet singer has been out of tune. She was scolded for this and took offense. In another incident, she again took offense and was ballistic — being verbally noisy, if not assaulting and loud enough for others in the main parish to hear her. Later, one of the old priest had told the nice guy that the Viet had a husband who lost the house to gambling. So you see folks, these refugees are nasty, too by projecting their problems from the mainland and at home to the public servants. Huh.
    • Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20111011 at 12:48:39 PM PDT: Father Paul complained that his prayer books were not set up in time so that he could have a few minutes to prepare before mass. Oh, yeah! Then why was didn’t show up for mass last Tuesday and instead let another priest get a headache from covering him last minute? Why are you Viets good in partying, gambling, drinking and being nasty? There has been and never were priest without mortal sins and still people follow their lead as if they know everything.
    • Two Mexicanas — one with thick eyelashes and the other with a prune face — were scolded for grabbing more “daily companions” for people outside our parish. Sheesh.
    • A Filipino guy was being his nasty self again. While the nice guy was trying to get one of the books to bookmark for the celebrating priest, the nasty guy told the nice guy to bug off instead of thanking him for the support. The nice guy left everything and decided from that day NOT to speak to the insane person, who is nasty to everyone.
    • A priest and a sister are both elderly folks who might be  human but sin like everyone else. Both didn’t like using the BIG offering bowl like all the other parish and have pissed off in front of the nice guy. “Who’s idea was it? This is stupid!” ~Said the big guy.
    • The nice guy killed his nemesis — a squirrel. “You killed one of God‘s creatures! He might have had a family to feed!” ~I scolded him. He had placed a trap, thinking it was a BIG rat. He crossed himself in front of me and looked heaven ward in forgiveness.

    So, appears that the nice guy might be a bad boy after all. In his mind, he is doing the right thing BUT he stops short of “real” confrontation. It is really between him and the Lord, now.

    The moral of this story is: Don’t expect thanks and gratitude from those people who believe they are doing the right things (in life). By imposing your will upon others, your kindness might NOT be accepted with a genuine and sincere heart.

  • Safety first…

    So Auntie got a Life Alert device on the counter and a safety bar installed in her shower stall. Here are photos.

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    Addendum: The owner complained that the Life Alert units had to be returned several times because those didn’t seem to work well.

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  • Bearing no fruits…

    Uh, oh! I just came across a weblogger’s article when I saw that word “sterilization”. And a thought came to mind as to why the twosome is still childless.They submitted themselves unto the system and got their injections as part of the “requirements” for being married.

    After three years of marriage, I wonder if they really did NOT want children or didn’t try hard enough. I don’t understand. Usually bearing children should follow being married. I guess it wasn’t meant to be on account the boy emphasized that they REALLY needed to get married because he felt the girl was getting angry for not having children.

    “It’s up to him, if he wants children. If only he stops spending too much on himself, I won’t make children for him. I wished I were single again. But I’ll try hard to keep the marriage.” ~Said the girl to me in an open and honest revelation.

    “All you think about is grandchildren!” ~Said the boy to his OLD family.

    Yikes! Oh, well…

  • Scary, sick voice!!!

    On Tuesday, October 4, 2011 at 10:38 AM, I received an “Auto-Forwarded voicemail message from (xxx) xxx-xxxx”. And the email showed a “Transcribed Message” that was rated “Good” (the fourth star out of five, five being “Excellent”) by me because they didn’t spell my name correctly, one word was incorrect and the rest drifted to incoherence.

    This was partially because the caller didn’t sound the same! His voice was steady, deeper and scary! It sounded VERY congested as if he has a very bad cold in the sinuses. The pattern of his speech and word usage sounded like him. But I have a weird feeling it is NOT his usual “self”.

    OMG! What’s going on? Is he really alive? What are you people pulling over my ear holes? Perhaps, he needs your boost/prayer because he has “special gifts”, which I sensed/knew/tested that we last saw each other in person many years ago.

    Again, his professionalism will be noted (in my “Akashic Book/s of Life”) for returning a long-distant phone call by a friend. For the longest time I’ve known him, he has a lot on his shoulders. And I know people are giving him a hard time. But I have not “searched” his name online for a while to find out what is going on.

    As for me, I still rely on his “scout’s honor”, “trustworthiness” and “fiduciary duty” to fulfill his promisese and guarantees, not just to me but others worldwide. After all, we taxpayers are really investors/corporations: as per an “android” (who is being “groomed” by the social media). So if TPTB and pals want to install the “android”, I give up.

  • 20111003-Sounds Popping

    So to my right is a dresser drawer with a mirror. At 11:16pm and at 11:17pm, a cracking or popping sound was heard in that area to my right! Each time I would say: “Okay! Okay! I’ll sleep!” I guess it’s time for me to sleep because I’m really hurting on my right shoulder and the veins on my right forearm are hurting/popping out, too. I could feel some pain in my left hip joint and right one also. I ddin’t understand why I was feeling groggy. I guess that’s part of the “healing process”. Thank you. I’ll go to sleep now.

  • She slipped…

    Well at 8:38pm, Paw and I have successfully brought Maw to her feet. The logistic was to wash down the extra soapy Tide from the bottom of the tub. She was washing her underwear with Tide and stood up. Then I heard a loud but soft sliding thud! Whoomp! So that was from a standing position to a sitting position is just one second.

    After washing down the slippery soap, I got behind her and placed both my forearms underneath her armpits. While Paw pulled/supported her left arm, she used whatever strength she had and pulled the “default” soap dish handle with her left up.

    She went up nicely. But my arms, shoulder and back were compromised. I’ll be taking my pain killer and putting on my black girdle to keep the back muscles from spasming. So whatever demonic plague/karmic debt is riding on my back, you still owe me — big time.

    That is one lesson anyone should learn when living alone. Be prepared to have your WIRELESS telephone nearby in case you have to call for emergency. And if you have iron bars on your windows and doors, that’s too bad.

  • 20111003-More Spooks

    At 10:56am, I call the toll-free number for C.H.A.C. and got an appointment for today at 1:00pm. Paw accompanied me and I felt more comfortable having someone near my side after all these years.

    Gary was the hearing specialist. He is either senile, deaf or both! He got two charts mixed up and thought I was John and then Tony. That’s the problem with “small business“. The price is high, the service is rather normal but the waiting line is almost non-existent.

    He totally looked like James Carville! He was tall, gaunt, OLD, and his head was bald. He wore glasse, too! And his blue shirt was well pressed. He seemed to “chew his cud” every once in a while but stopped while he manually entered my “chart” of “X” and “O”. That “close encounter” was spooky, which was the word Maw used to describe the mix up. She didn’t go, though.

    Anyway, I still have 3 settings and one setting that is “automatic”:

    • Number One is the Normal setting;
    • Number Two is the noise and/or party setting; and
    • Number Three is the distant speaker setting.

    According to the computer, he saw the I mostly used the default (or number one) setting and encouraged me to use the other two, even though the computer recommended deleting the feature/s, which I’m sure was something we paid for.

    For the Number Two setting, I plan on using that while driving my car and while eating meals in our local McDonald restaurant where old Chinese and Filipino people, mostly guys, get together and talk. I’ll use this setting while washing dishes and cooking with Maw because the running water and working fan for the stove and oven get too loud.

    For the Number Three setting, I used that while praying the rosary and while attending church. I could hear the conversation better while eating meals with my parental units. That is the only small group I could mention when the Carville clone asked me.

    As for the battery, the computer showed an average of one hour difference between the batteries being used. The right would go first and then the left. He suggested that I change BOTH batteries at the same time to avoid confusion and guessing which one is to be replaced next.

  • Eating utensils…

    I’m weird. Once while working at GMAC in the mid 1990’s, I would bring an apple for lunch. Helia worked the front and came to the lunch room one day: “Oh! You do eat an apple with a fork!”

    I didn’t want to ruin my teeth and open my small mouth wide just to take bites out of the apple. So I would stab the apple with my fork and eat it that way.

    With corn dogs, brownies and other small finger/snack foods, I would rather eat with a knife and a fork by reducing the size of the eating material for my small mouth.

    Addendum: I’ve been having problems with my jaws.

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