...is worth a pound of cure.
Nowhere is this more true than when it comes to our bodies. Waiting till illness strikes to abruptly change our habits in the hopes that we can cure ourselves, is pure idiocy.
The way to cure illness is to prevent it before it starts. Take care of yourself. Eat healthy. For goodness sake, don't smoke. Many ills could be cured by omitting only this habit. If you smoke, quit. And if you have a respiratory disease and you smoke, now's a good time to quit. It likely won't help a heck of a lot, but just quit anyway.
If you're obese, don't sit on your ass watching TV and eating junk food and clogging your arteries. Doing that takes away your right to complain about obesity related diseases. You caused it, now deal with it.
Yeah, I'm opinionated when it comes to health issues. And yes, I'm an offender just like everyone else.
But seriously people, we wreck our bodies of our own free will and then go crying and wailing to the nearest doctor or hospital. We have free healthcare in this country, paid for with our tax dollars.
Why then, do those who care for their bodies support those who do everything in their power to abuse their bodies? It seems somewhat unbalanced at times, in my opinion.
Those who rely heavily on the tax dollars of others and do nothing to improve their health status despite being educated on how to do so; should we continue to financially support their illness?
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Thursday, April 21, 2011
A Lot of Nothing
It's 0100, five hours into a twelve hour night shift. My paperwork is done and most clients are currently asleep.
What's on my mind tonight? Either a lot of nothing or a lot of minor issues cuz there's nothing in particular on my mind, it seems. It's the last of three long nights; I just want it to be morning so I can pick up my favorite gremlin from the sitter and go home. Four days off sounds like a long time, but they always pass so quickly.
A patient asked me what I would do on my time off; I really have no specific plans. There is housework to do, yardwork to start, food to cook, and groceries to shop for. I'd like to spend at least one day in the city, visiting my oldest son and shopping for groceries. Maybe a little bit of window shopping, too.
It's Easter weekend and my family of origin has nothing planned. We used to get together so often as a family for absolutely no reason. The past few years it's been such a struggle to plan get togethers cuz the family is becoming larger and larger each year. Marriages, births, etc. Family members are moving away and going away to do mission work. It's virtually impossible to get everyone together for a gathering.
So, yeah, there's not a lot on my mind. I'm just tired and looking forward to seeing Kevy in the morning.
What's on my mind tonight? Either a lot of nothing or a lot of minor issues cuz there's nothing in particular on my mind, it seems. It's the last of three long nights; I just want it to be morning so I can pick up my favorite gremlin from the sitter and go home. Four days off sounds like a long time, but they always pass so quickly.
A patient asked me what I would do on my time off; I really have no specific plans. There is housework to do, yardwork to start, food to cook, and groceries to shop for. I'd like to spend at least one day in the city, visiting my oldest son and shopping for groceries. Maybe a little bit of window shopping, too.
It's Easter weekend and my family of origin has nothing planned. We used to get together so often as a family for absolutely no reason. The past few years it's been such a struggle to plan get togethers cuz the family is becoming larger and larger each year. Marriages, births, etc. Family members are moving away and going away to do mission work. It's virtually impossible to get everyone together for a gathering.
So, yeah, there's not a lot on my mind. I'm just tired and looking forward to seeing Kevy in the morning.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Home Is Where The Heart Is
What a trite statement! But oh so true!
I've been living the rural life for 13 months now; deep in the Bible Belt of Manitoba. Assimilation has not yet begun, as I was somewhat afraid of. The more relaxed pace of life appeals to me. Nursing in a 21 bed rural hospital appeals to me. Childcare here is above any childcare I've ever been privy to in the city. Family is nearby and the convenience of impromptu visits is a privilege. There are many reasons I'm enjoying living here. Switching from one rural facility to another seems to have made a huge difference in my outlook.
But, my 23 year old son lives in the city, and it has not escaped my attention that I moved away from him a year ago. A long complicated tale involving my 19 year old daughter should be inserted here, but it's too long. Regardless, she is returning to live in the city as soon as she possibly can. That means two of my three children will be residing there, while I am residing here.
My two older children have a father living in another city in another province who has essentially forgotten their existence. It breaks my heart to see that he does not call on birthdays or send cards or gifts.
I'm afraid that if I live far away from them (only an hour!) they'll feel that I'm abandoning them as well. I could never do that!
Adult children do not need physical care from parents, and mine do not seem to want a lot of emotional care. Regardless, I feel I need to be near them, in the same city. In the same province is not good enough for me!
My grown children have passed the formative years; beyond the years where I could influence the outcome of their lives. Decisions made now are made as independent adults, no longer requiring mom's blessing or permission.
Kevy, my 3 year old, requires plenty of physical care and his formative years are ongoing. My #1 priority in life at this point is to provide him with a stable home environment, complete with lots of love and all the other characteristics that make a good home. Part of that plan includes plenty of outside play and very minimal electronic entertainment. In my mind country living is more conducive to that type of life than city life is.
And there is my dilemma. I want to do the right thing by my children, all of them, and the right thing for myself.
I've been living the rural life for 13 months now; deep in the Bible Belt of Manitoba. Assimilation has not yet begun, as I was somewhat afraid of. The more relaxed pace of life appeals to me. Nursing in a 21 bed rural hospital appeals to me. Childcare here is above any childcare I've ever been privy to in the city. Family is nearby and the convenience of impromptu visits is a privilege. There are many reasons I'm enjoying living here. Switching from one rural facility to another seems to have made a huge difference in my outlook.
But, my 23 year old son lives in the city, and it has not escaped my attention that I moved away from him a year ago. A long complicated tale involving my 19 year old daughter should be inserted here, but it's too long. Regardless, she is returning to live in the city as soon as she possibly can. That means two of my three children will be residing there, while I am residing here.
My two older children have a father living in another city in another province who has essentially forgotten their existence. It breaks my heart to see that he does not call on birthdays or send cards or gifts.
I'm afraid that if I live far away from them (only an hour!) they'll feel that I'm abandoning them as well. I could never do that!
Adult children do not need physical care from parents, and mine do not seem to want a lot of emotional care. Regardless, I feel I need to be near them, in the same city. In the same province is not good enough for me!
My grown children have passed the formative years; beyond the years where I could influence the outcome of their lives. Decisions made now are made as independent adults, no longer requiring mom's blessing or permission.
Kevy, my 3 year old, requires plenty of physical care and his formative years are ongoing. My #1 priority in life at this point is to provide him with a stable home environment, complete with lots of love and all the other characteristics that make a good home. Part of that plan includes plenty of outside play and very minimal electronic entertainment. In my mind country living is more conducive to that type of life than city life is.
And there is my dilemma. I want to do the right thing by my children, all of them, and the right thing for myself.
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