Blood Clots/Stroke ***

You probably have gotten this information about a stroke before now.  I learned it long ago - I also had forgotten, so it is good that I received it again today in an email from a blogger friend, deciding the better way to reach many is to post it here for the world to read (yeah, right).  Thank you, J.

If you pass it on to others, most likely someday it will help to save a life or prevent a lifetime of disability from a stroke.  Having known stroke victims personally, I've seen the devastation resulting when blood does not reach the brain.  You may also know of someone who suffers from having had a stroke. 


Blood Clots/Stroke - They Now Have a Fourth Indicator, the Tongue

STROKE: Remember the 1st Three Letters..... S. T. R..


STROKE IDENTIFICATION:

During a BBQ, a woman stumbled and took a little fall - she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) ......she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.

They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Jane went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.

Jane's husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital - (at 6:00 pm Jane passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Jane would be with us today. Some don't die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.

A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.

RECOGNIZING A STROKE

Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify.. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.

Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

S *Ask the individual to SMILE.

T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
     (i.e. It is sunny out today.)
R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

remember the '3' steps, S T R.

Another 'sign' of a stroke is this: Ask the person to 'stick' out his tongue. If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke.

If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

Juicing for Good Health ***

"I think the key with the juice is to have it first thing in the morning before eating anything else. Then wait a while and let the little elves in your body run it all around to where it needs to go...then eat."

These are the words of a woman whose blog I just came across and read for awhile.  Its a lot about her horse and leather business.  She speaks of feeling "so good" and attributes it to her morning juice.

Having some arbitrary comments from my other two posts regarding 'eating fruit on an empty
stomach' I post this as a bit of support to the information contained in the posts.  Just scroll down and check the Labels {'eating fruit }  on this homepage.

Champion Juicer

Odds and Ends ***

                                                                  

Odds and Ends  3-21-11



When I had excess money (lol) years ago, I found a craft supply wholesaler going out of business. I WENT NUTS. 90% discount.

One idea I had for these soft suede leather cutouts. Giving them a coat of acrylic hardened them nicely. I added a bit of paint and attached a pin to the back.
Gaudy but fun.

                                                                                     



Project "Rescue"

It has the nicest bounce to it. Years ago, I found it and a mate at the county dumpsite. $1 each. They need to be sandblasted; I haven't hired the Sandblasting Specialist yet. I've used paint remover, wire brush, putty knife. You can see I haven't gotten very far along on the project. The chairs may be waiting for rescue long after I'm gone and forgotten. I must be lacking in focus ;).

Isn't he regal? A royal no doubt.  Ceramic.

   

       One of a set I sanded and painted.  B had a shop attached to her house.  She was two blocks away.  We would all gather 3 nights a week if we wished.  It was ... but that is another story. 

B and I became close friends.

She worked in publishing, JC Press, for many years, sometimes six days a week.  Yet she put much hard work into her little ceramic business. 

                                                                                   Let the choir begin .  This is a picture of my calendar page; aren't they neat?  I love my camera! I like frogs too.

                                                                                                                 The dog lot 4ft. gate. A great job, well built.  Lot of good it has done! Charly, the Creature, made an escape hatch just left of the gate.  He is at war with the creek rocks and ripples, so water and mud make him "creaturish".



 

Storm Clouds Building.  Maybe. Days can begin such as this but soon clear sky is seen.  A mountain on opposing sides and near me provide the clouds.

See? This is sky.  Not one touch of cloud anywhere. Its impressive. Vast beyond imagination.

You can see clearly now.  The rain is gone.

 Clocks and more clocks.  V, a relative, lives deep in the mountains of western North Carolina. Upon his retirement from a nuclear fuel company a few years ago, he began this hobby - scroll saw work.  The lawn and his wood shop kept him active. His shop was used daily. With practice he has become very precise with a scroll saw. He has over a hundred clocks and many other wooden items just waiting for the appreciative eye.

About a year ago Vern had bladder cancer and his energy level no longer allows him to work at his clock making. The cancer was treated and now is in remission for the present.  This picture is before his illness.  Most of his fellow workers in his department developed bladder cancer.  Some died.


Short trip vehicle. Usually E is astride also.
The location of V's home is in direct line with this nuclear company, just across the mountain and the wind blows that direction. In this community deep in the NC mountains, so many people have already died or are suffering with cancer today.  The community members are very concerned.

If you might be interested in purchasing a clock, let me know.  V's prices vary.

This Makes Me Sick, So Sick ***

http://www.brasschecktv.com/page/15.html  There is a 3 minute video of Dr. Doug Rokke, a U.S. health phycisist.  Being such, he should know his facts.

I've written about this situation before. It made me sick then.  It makes me even more sick again.

Who is in charge?  Who allows such to happen?  How can it be stopped?  CAN it be stopped?
These are some serious questions.  We need answers.  We need a halt immediately to this.

When we realize what effects one eventually effects all, (the rippling principle) will something change.  Who's in charge?  Even stronger: Is Anybody in charge?

Here is an introduction to the 'stuff'  http://www.chugoku-np.co.jp/abom/uran/index_e.html and http://www.chugoku-np.co.jp/abom/uran/special/deadbodies.html 

You Are Invited to See the Air Show ***

I've never been to one either, so come and join me.  These are all private pictures and not origiinally mine but my son's.  He and Robin had an exciting time watching the skilled maneuvering of the planes.  Good thing here is we don't have to contend wiith all the noise.

 

A lot of parchutes floating down



Stealth bomber. A silent and fast machine



Totally alien looking, isn't it?

Have a Laugh ***

A drunk man who smelled like beer sat down on a subway seat next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading.

After a few minutes, the drunk man turned to the priest and asked, "Say, Father, what causes arthritis?"

"My son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of bath."

"Well, I'll be damned," the drunk muttered, returning to his paper.


The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?"

"I don't have it, Father. I was just reading here that the Pope does."


Read more: http://www.thirdage.com/humor/an-unholy-disease?utm_source=outbrain&utm_medium=ppc&utm_campaign=conditions#ixzz1H2HZvb00

We Learn So Much Through Our Animals ***

This is so touching.  http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/dog-in-japan-stays-by-the-side-of-its-ailing-friend-in-the-rubble

Makes me appreciate more.

I Found This ***

in the brickpile.  
 
I intend to clean it up and add words 'The' and 'Live Here'.  Good idea as you may guess. They sometimes are savages.

Just Two Things to Be Said ***

It is raining.  It is cold.

Chamber of Commerce ***

The biggest barrier to climate change progress?  You might wish to read about this subject over at http://noimpactman.typepad.com/blog/ .  The link is also over in my Blog List.  I certainly admire the man who takes interest rescuing our world; if only we each will do our share; the end result relies on all of us, worldwide becoming No Impact Humans. 

Walk softly.

Flowing Happily ***

A few pictures I've taken this week  several views of the side branch. It is quite clogged with weeds and needs attention. It is nice presently with all the rain, snow and melting occurring. Look very close and you can see faint growth of the Water Cress. This water comes straight off the mountain, flowing underneath the highway.&nbsp. I would have no problem drinking from this branch if an occasion arose for the need. Yet, the ditch is dry much of the year so it is not a reliable emergency source.  It didn't use to be but the creek gets mighty low for the last three or four years.  I don't look forward to drought conditions later on but I will take pleasure from what I have presently.  Three of the pictures are taken of the brilliance of sunlight rippling on the water. What the camera caught is black and white though.  I really like them. Pay no attention to the dates on the pictures.  My camera is screwed up. Click each picture to enlarge.

Watercress Bed

 

Our dear Mother Earth ***

Our dear Mother Earth is suffering and reacting in pain

The tragedy in Japan is the most horrendous thing I've ever viewed in my life

How immense the toll

I am beyond words

Great ***

This site will educate you.  It did me. I applaud those who developed the maps.  Taught me much in 90 second videos.
Check it out; quick and easy.  Click here http://mapsofwar.com/maps.html

Some People are Unflappable ***

like this Adams guy;]
"I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by".
                                                                                                  Douglas Adams



 Then there is this type, the frantic worrier. 

Forget the Dogs ***

    and focus closer.  See the fat buds building to burst into full bloom? 

Won't be many days before it will look as this one.  This is my magnolia tree, a Mother's Day gift from Anna.  How it has grown in the past five years.  It would have been bigger, but foolish me thought I could shape it and went chop, chop a few times.  Yet, I can't let it grow too sprawly now that there is the fence close by to it.

A single bloom

This is the "Jane" Magnolia, having pink flowers.  The blooms have a delicious perfume exuding when you get nearby.  Only problem is they don't last long enough.

The petals are unsuitable for drying as they turn a brown color.  My loss as capturing that perfume was my goal.

The Power of the Dog ***

The Power of the Dog

by Rudyard Kipling

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?

Brothers and sisters I bid you beware

Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie–

Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years that nature permits
Are closing in asthma or tumors or fits
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers, or loaded guns.

Then you will find–its your own affair

But–you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.
When the body that lived at your single will
When the whimper of welcome is stilled (how still!)

When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone–wherever it goes–for good,
You still discover how much you care
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.

Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ‘em the more do we grieve;
For when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short time loan is as bad as a long–

So why in Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?
                                                     RK