Saturday, September 10, 2011
funny, funnier, funniest
Have you noticed that what is funny to older folks is not so funny to the younger generation? The opposite is true, as well. I'd venture to say what is funny to older folks is not always funny to other older folks, particularly when it comes to damage to your person.
In my previous blog I wrote on taking a header into a garbage can, not so funny at the time, but funnier as time lapsed and funniest in the telling and retelling, most importantly knowing that I could count my blessings that I wasn't maimed for life. The younger ones to whom I relayed the incident smiled and in some cases almost laughed. The older ones I told showed sympathy and asked scads of health questions, such as 'did you gouge your eye, did you have to go to the emergency, did you hurt other parts of your body?' and so on.
The difference might very well be that older folks who have experienced falls, spills, cuts and bruises, sometimes brought on by medicines that don't interact well together, failing eye sight, equilibrium issues, don't find it so funny. Listening on radio to Dr. Hoffman in the wee hours of the morning, 3:00 A.M. to be exact, he corroborates the dangers brought on by medicines which can play havoc with our health. His take is that the medical community does not always pay attention or interact with one another on medicine aftereffects. He stated that some medicines in conjunction with other medications simulate dementia symptoms, and speculates how this can lead to dire consequences: the possibility of patients being admitted to a health care facility for dementia. Serious stuff.
On the light, salubrious side, Dr. Hoffman did an interview with a YWCA director from New York. The Y, established in the late 1800's to reduce the high incidence of drownings, is coming forward to combat the diabetes pandemic by offering lessons on food health, swimming and aerobic exercises for folks in the pre-diabetic and diabetic stages of the disease. Dr. Hoffman makes a good listen.
With all that was said, I will thank my guardian angel once again for my good fortune in coming out of the can unscathed, and staunchly vow to give up my garbage can story and search for other stories to tell. Tales that might be humorous to all populations of folks.
If you happen to find this blog, tell me your stories, funny or not.
In my previous blog I wrote on taking a header into a garbage can, not so funny at the time, but funnier as time lapsed and funniest in the telling and retelling, most importantly knowing that I could count my blessings that I wasn't maimed for life. The younger ones to whom I relayed the incident smiled and in some cases almost laughed. The older ones I told showed sympathy and asked scads of health questions, such as 'did you gouge your eye, did you have to go to the emergency, did you hurt other parts of your body?' and so on.
The difference might very well be that older folks who have experienced falls, spills, cuts and bruises, sometimes brought on by medicines that don't interact well together, failing eye sight, equilibrium issues, don't find it so funny. Listening on radio to Dr. Hoffman in the wee hours of the morning, 3:00 A.M. to be exact, he corroborates the dangers brought on by medicines which can play havoc with our health. His take is that the medical community does not always pay attention or interact with one another on medicine aftereffects. He stated that some medicines in conjunction with other medications simulate dementia symptoms, and speculates how this can lead to dire consequences: the possibility of patients being admitted to a health care facility for dementia. Serious stuff.
On the light, salubrious side, Dr. Hoffman did an interview with a YWCA director from New York. The Y, established in the late 1800's to reduce the high incidence of drownings, is coming forward to combat the diabetes pandemic by offering lessons on food health, swimming and aerobic exercises for folks in the pre-diabetic and diabetic stages of the disease. Dr. Hoffman makes a good listen.
With all that was said, I will thank my guardian angel once again for my good fortune in coming out of the can unscathed, and staunchly vow to give up my garbage can story and search for other stories to tell. Tales that might be humorous to all populations of folks.
If you happen to find this blog, tell me your stories, funny or not.
Monday, September 5, 2011
you know you are stressed when. . . . .
pYou know you are stressed when you take a head first plunge into a large curbside garbage pail. This was my reality today as I attempted yard work. I always sparkled with confidence over performing my own small repairs, inside and out of the house wielding tools like hammers, saws (hand varieties), trowels, scrappers, sandpaper and so on, and now this.
While in work mode, I readied the pail by opening the lid, then proceeded to roll the pail to its designated spot to then gather up raked leaves, wood bark strewn around by Hurricane Irene, and other detritus. I did not get far since my feet stepped on the lid, the pail tipped and in I went-head first. This was not serious enough to warrant a trip to the hospital on this fine day, simply a one inch long gash that didn't require sutures or more, there was some minor damage to the eye area, fatty part of the cheekbone (thank goodness for fat) and above the eyebrow. Peroxide and Bacitracin did the trick. The knee area was bruised but nothing a cold pack couldn't help.
With a friend, we went over all the ways we possess great luck during our contacts with the ground. This friend, in her late 70's had fallen on her lawn. An error in a prescription dosage led to dizziness and to a fall. Down she went - backwards, narrowly missing the sidewalk. What great luck that the sidewalk wasn't underneath her at the time. What great luck that the sticks and wood particles did not gouge my eye.
As far as the stress part, there will always be stressors and reasons that we need to pay more attention to our present condition. There will also be plenty of times when we have to thank our lucky stars that we came out of our situation as well as we did.
Banged up a bit but still smiling, I'll sign off.
Glo S
While in work mode, I readied the pail by opening the lid, then proceeded to roll the pail to its designated spot to then gather up raked leaves, wood bark strewn around by Hurricane Irene, and other detritus. I did not get far since my feet stepped on the lid, the pail tipped and in I went-head first. This was not serious enough to warrant a trip to the hospital on this fine day, simply a one inch long gash that didn't require sutures or more, there was some minor damage to the eye area, fatty part of the cheekbone (thank goodness for fat) and above the eyebrow. Peroxide and Bacitracin did the trick. The knee area was bruised but nothing a cold pack couldn't help.
With a friend, we went over all the ways we possess great luck during our contacts with the ground. This friend, in her late 70's had fallen on her lawn. An error in a prescription dosage led to dizziness and to a fall. Down she went - backwards, narrowly missing the sidewalk. What great luck that the sidewalk wasn't underneath her at the time. What great luck that the sticks and wood particles did not gouge my eye.
As far as the stress part, there will always be stressors and reasons that we need to pay more attention to our present condition. There will also be plenty of times when we have to thank our lucky stars that we came out of our situation as well as we did.
Banged up a bit but still smiling, I'll sign off.
Glo S
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