Archive | April 2017

Fry

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People with health concerns like diabetes, high cholesterol, or heart disease see images of red lights flashing before them- Stop! However, to most food lovers and people without diet restrictions, crispy golden-brown food fried to perfection is a heavenly delight. Whether one is biting into deep-fried chicken or crunchy bacon, one feels compelled to ignore the warnings about calories and clogged arteries.

After all, fried foods tend to be more inviting and therefore more pleasing to the palate. Isn’t there some truth to the belief that we eat with our eyes? People are more likely to try food that is attractive than food that is unappealing even if the latter is less tasty. Of course, they may never experience the taste because they judge the food by its appearance.

In the Garden of Eden Eve allowed her mouth to succumb to the lust of her eye after she ate the forbidden fruit. Not only did she eat the fruit, but her husband Adam also ate although they both knew the consequences of their action. We too are descendants of  Adam and Eve and heirs of their rebellious nature. We see the increasing obesity in adults and children, and the damage that a high-fat diet is wreaking on our bodies but like our ancestors, we are not deterred. This is why most Americans, although aware of the negative effects of over consuming too much fat in their diets, continue to pack fast food restaurants and joints.

We also live in a fast-paced society and want things done in a jiffy. For the fast food addict, it’s easier to sacrifice one’s health than one’s time. Therefore, the quick method of frying saves them from waiting restlessly at a restaurant before they bite into delicious fare. Which chef wouldn’t whip out the frying basket to keep them coming back for more?

To laugh or not to laugh?

 

To laugh or not to laugh is a question that demands an affirmative response. Yes, there is a time for everything including laughter. Hopefully, it gets more space than fits of rage, frowns, hateful speech, profanity, and tears. We should see more appearances of smiles and laughter if we take the time to chart our emotional behavior throughout each day.

Not every day will be a rosy one because life happens. Mixed in with the pleasant things of life, like the birth of a baby is the tragic death of a loved one; the knitting together of two young hearts together in marriage is later eclipsed by a bitter divorce, and the list continues. Nevertheless, we can choose to buckle under the negative emotions that may come from experiencing unpleasantness, or we can give it cursory attention and laugh our way out. That is not to say we do not allow ourselves to grieve if there is occasion, but to focus on grief for an extended period until it starts to rob us of our joy is not wholesome.

Laughter is the best medicine. Do you want to be healed from emotional hurt or release stress? Laugh. Even physical pain can be mitigated by a healthy dose of laughter, whether it’s an inward chuckle or a deep belly roll. Nothing disarms an opponent or clears the air like laughter. A smile, a chuckle, a giggle, a laugh till you cry display, or whatever fits the moment expression of laughter – do it for the sake of your emotional well-being!

Our wonderful brain

via Daily Prompt: Jolt

Our convoluted brain is actually larger than it appears. Stretching of its circuitous labyrinths will cover a large surface area. Every inch holds numberless pieces of data that increase before we can think. We should have no fear of brain overload or loss of its capacity to receive and hold information: it boasts an intricate network that receives, processes,  stores, and retrieves information when necessary.

However, the brain has a complex system of sorting and storing its data to facilitate the smooth running of our bodies. Therefore, it will file or archive information that is not needed for immediate use in its memory bank and retrieve it in the split of a second. This complex organ is responsible for solving mathematical equations, weaving a spellbinding tale, creating symphonic music, shooting with precision, and weeping for the loss of a loved one.

Day after day, the brain will carry out unlimited tasks that may go unnoticed. Our brains are so well-coordinated with other parts of our nervous system that most mundane activities that we do every day are effortless. Sometimes, automation in our work causes us to become over-confident, and we make mistakes. Take, for example, an experienced factory worker who has worked with a machine for a long time and stops paying attention to precise details as he did at the beginning of his employment. He ignores safety rules once in a while because he knows his job. However, one day he looks away from his work, and the sleeve of his shirt is caught between the sharp teeth of his machine and jolts him back into “safety mode.”

It takes something different or extraordinary to move us out of our comfort zones because we do not adapt readily to strangeness. Our brain is what helps us to cope with anything that is unfamiliar by sending signals in our bodies to warn us of danger or jolting us back to normalcy if we are distracted.

Number my days

via Daily Prompt: Measure

We celebrate birthdays and anniversaries, but few people take the time measure their days. The fact of dying remains in the nebulous future when we quote our age in years. However, if we count our age by the number of days we have lived or expected to live, we have to face the jarring truth that we have an expiration date.

It’s very hard to think about dying and its inevitability. Nevertheless, the span of a person’s life is a measurement of a journey from birth to death.  Therefore, since we have to face that end day and we have no control over when it occurs, let us concentrate on the time that we can control. We are certain about that space between birth and death so we will make the best of it for ourselves and our fellow men.

Count each day and rejoice in it.  King David sums it up like this, “So teach us to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom”(Psalm 90:12, KJV).

A Stitch in Time Saves Mine.

via Daily Prompt: Timely

Bed pans, walkers, Depends, catheters and all those things are not part of my working vocabulary. They are age-specific terms that I associate with nursing homes and geriatric centers. I used them temporarily while my mother remained bedridden for several years after suffering two strokes. After she had died I archived them somewhere in the lower regions of my brain.

I was a working adult in relatively good health and had no need to use geriatric terminology. Even after learning that I had type 2 diabetes, I was sure that I was able to control it with the proper diet and exercise. It was not unusual that my doctor sent me for a routine CT Scan at the hospital when I informed him that I had been experiencing severe headaches all weekend. I went to work on Monday and successfully completed all my duties, so there was nothing to worry about. I even told my daughter to drop me off at the hospital gate, strode to the front desk and handed the medical assistant the permission form my doctor had given me.

She asked me the usual questions and sent me to the radiology department. It was late in the afternoon, so I did not have to wait very long for the scan to be done. It took only four minutes, and I was ready to leave, except that the x-ray technician told me to sit for a few moments. She advised me that it would be best that I should call someone to pick me. I told her I had no intention to drive because my daughter had brought me there.

I thought it odd that she made those remarks, but I sat down for a few minutes. When I attempted to leave again, she told me that she did not like how I was looking and I should lie down. She also insisted that I should go to the emergency room – a warning that I ignored. She realized that I would not relent so she brought out a wheelchair and offered to push me to the lobby of the hospital where I could wait for my ride. She was not going to take no for a response, so I acquiesced and decided to enjoy the ride.

If I thought that my cooperation in sliding in the wheelchair was a way of getting rid of her, I was in for a surprise. She told me that she was concerned about my “look” and she was going to wait with me to make sure I was alright. My daughter was not able to return to the hospital, so my husband who happened to be at home at that time came to pick me up. My husband rarely gets home early, so it was unusual that he picked up the phone when I called the house.

When he arrived at the hospital, I was so happy that I about to be freed from my “captor.” However, I was not so lucky, and she ran to meet him before he entered the lobby. She asked him if my behavior and appearance were normal and he answered in the negative. He agreed that I should go to the emergency room. Before I could protest, I was literally at a loss for words. My head was flailing in all different in every direction that I did not want it to go, and I was unable to speak. My “captor” placed me in the wheelchair again and was speeding me down the hallway as fast she could to the emergency room with my husband running behind her.

A million and one things were going through my mind. I could not understand why I could not speak. They rolled me onto a bed, and hospital personnel was milling around me. I could hear everything, but I could not respond in words. My “captor” and husband were doing all the talking.  The doctor in front of me told me to smile several times. As I was trying to make sense of this, the nurse who was hooking me up with IVs and other medical accouterments declared, “I see the droop on the right.” The doctor concurred and said in a matter-of- fact way, “Yes, she is having a stroke.” The nurse piped in, “We can reverse it. She was here at the right time.” She turned to me and said gently, ” You’re lucky you are here when this is happening. Since you’re within our three-hour window for reversal, we have a drug we can use to reverse this.” The doctor elaborated, “This drug is very good, but it has side effects. Think of it like DRANO in your sink that gets out all the gunk; it is a blood thinner that it will remove any clot in your blood system. Do you give consent for us to go ahead and order it?” I slightly shook, my head and my husband answered, “Yes.”

Suddenly my “captor” turned into an angel. I realized that she had saved my life. Had she not been so persistent and waited with me despite my obstinacy, I would have left the hospital and suffered damage from my stroke. My husband was also in the right place at the right time and made the right decision to take me to the emergency room. My doctor also showed wisdom in sending me to the hospital for the CT Scan.

As a result of the timely decisions of various people, I did not suffer any brain damage from my stroke. I also regained my speech and the ability to walk with some help. Today, “catheter” is a word I use with ease because it was a necessary appendage for my survival. I continue to improve every day and thank God that he is always on time.