Things sure have changed

A friend sent me this and you just have to read this stuff to believe it!  I can't believe we actually had some of this advertising back in the day!  Take a look:

GARLIC
WARNING

 

For years, doctors and scientists have told us that some foods are good for us, only to be told later that they are bad for us, and again they tell us
that some foods are bad for us, and all the time they've been good for us.
 

There doesn't seem to be much proof either way to suggest what is good or bad, until now.



 
Looks like  "YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT"  is true !!!   See the proof below! ....................

 



So, watch your Garlic intake ...

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Ads
From The
Good Old Times 
Some of
these ads will make you say, ‘What the hell were they
thinking?’

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   Will I Live  to see 80?

Here's something to think about.

I recently picked a new primary care doctor.. After two visits and exhaustive Lab tests, he said I was doing 'fairly well' for my age. (I just turned 64)

A little concerned about that comment, I couldn't resist asking him, “Do you think I'll live to be 80?”

He asked, “Do you smoke tobacco, or drink beer or wine?”

“Oh no,” I replied,  “I'm not doing drugs, either!”

Then he asked, “Do you eat rib-eye steaks and barbecued ribs?”

“I said, 'Not much... my former doctor said that all red meat is very unhealthy!”

“Do you spend a lot of time in the sun, like playing golf, sailing, hiking, or bicycling?”

“No, I don't,” I said.

He asked, 'Do you gamble, drive fast cars, or have a lot of sex?'

           “No,” I said.

          He looked at me and said, "Then, why do you even give a shit?"

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A touching story

A hunter and his friend were sitting in a tall tower stand along Highway 17
near Kenora, Ontario early one cold December morning. Suddenly, a huge buck
walked out over the corn they had spread in the low shrubs ~ the buck was
magnificent...a once in a lifetime animal. His rack was huge. The hunter's
hand shook as his mind was already counting the Boone and Crockett
points.

Moving quickly, the hunter carefully aimed the Leopold scope on his .300 Win Mag at the unsuspecting buck. As he was about to squeeze the trigger on this deer of a life time, his friend alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly down Highway 17.

The hunter pulled away from the gun stock, set the rifle down, took off his
hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in prayer. His friend was stunned.

"Wow, that is the most thoughtful and touching thing I have ever seen you
do. You actually let that trophy deer go to pay respects to a passing funeral procession. You are indeed the kindest man I have ever known, and I feel lucky
to call you a friend."

The hunter shrugged. "Yeah, well, we were married for 37 years"

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Health care reform?

Massive Medicare Pay Cut Will Take Effect April 1

Now, you may be wondering how this will effect those who have Medicare as a primary insurance, or those who have Tricare.  Well, this is how it works.  A physician charges 200 for a complete physical, will say.  When the claim is submitted, Medicare will approve somewhere around 75 for the procedure.  This physician is a participating provider with Medicare, which means he will accept what Medicare approves.

With this new legislation, Medicare may now only approve 50 for this procedure.  The physician loses money in the deal, which makes him start to think is it worth it to accept patients who's primary insurance coverage is Medicare?  As I am on disability, this affects me, because I don't want to lose my primary care physician.  However, a physician has to look at many factors concerning his practice.  His insurance, for medical malpractice, liability on his employees, payroll, membership fees, license fees, let's just say a lot of overhead.  And, he has to make a living doing what he has spent thousands upon thousands of dollars to learn to do.

The reason Tricare would be affected is they use basically the same principles as Medicare.  Will the purchase of a Medicare Supplement Plan help offset some of these expenses?  Probably not, as that plan, while giving Medicare patients more choices in coverage, ultimately still follows the Medicare billing procedures.

I think this is really going to hurt a lot of seniors, disabled people, and families of military people in the long run.  Finding the doctor who accepts your insurance is going to be the problem.  Even if the planned offset to October is achieved, it's going to happen sometime. 

What were they thinking?

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So, it's been forever since I posted anything here. Many times I have come here to write, but life just hasn't given me anything good to write about. So, here's what's happening.

I am dealing with the fact that my oldest son is in jail for at least the next six months for doing something not so much harmful to anyone, as something just plain stupid. By being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong person. Enough said.

He is handling everything very well. He's become a trustee and cooks for the staff. He keeps busy working out, and calls me regularly. I wish things were different but there not, so I just have to go on. Like in that movie, "Alien" when the actor John Hurt? says, "We must go on, we must go on..." Boy, was he wrong.

Because I have diabetes and peridontitus, I have lost most of my teeth. The only problem is I can't afford any new ones. And anyway, I don't have any transportation to get there and get my discount dentures anywho.  Whenever I look in the mirror I see my mom looking right back at me.  Scary, huh? Right now, I have no food in the house, except some bread and two cans of soup, which isn't too bad, cause I can't eat anything anyway. Being on disability sucks. It sucks balls.

I started an accredited online course in Medical Coding and I love it. I got a financial aid package that someday will have to be repaid. HA! So, I have to get work as a Coder or something similar when I am through. Don't know quite how I'm going to do it yet, but I will.  Seems like I owe everyone money, and someday I will pay it back, God willing. 

My young friend Chris still rents a room from me, and he pays me a little for staying here. That helps out a lot. But, the biggest thing, the most wonderful thing to happen to me is that I have finally located my missing grandson. He is part Phillapino and he is wonderful. His mother has become like a daughter to me, and she is very precious. She sent me a copy of his birth certificate so I know it is true. His mom is working in Hong Kong, and trying her best to take care of him. When I get her approval, I will publish a picture of him here. My hope is that we can meet one day.*






*I found him, Travis.

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One of my favorite songs ever...

Roscadoodle

It was in September of 1999.  I was staying with my father, helping him, and him helping me, when I developed what we used to call women's problems.  I had just had a DC and came home.  Lying on my bed, my sister Geraldine stuck her head in the door, and said, "Do you want this?"  I said, "What?" and she placed a small grey kitten on my chest.  Of course I went crazy over him, and said, "Yes, yes!!"  She had found him in the FasChek parking lot.  I looked at him and decided I would name him Roscoe.

He turned out to be one of the smartest cats I ever seen.  He was adventurous, but cautious in his own way.  He soon became the king cat in the house.  My father's cats, Barney and Clyde, and LuLu Bell looked at him with disdain.  The outside cat, that one one else could touch but Daddy, chased him whenever he went outside.

I remember the day he came running in the house, meowing his head off, covered in cobwebs.  Evidently the outside cat, named Kitten, had chased him under the old smokehouse.  I laughed and wiped the cobwebs off of him, calling him my little Roscadoodle.  Daddy, who couldn't hear at all by this time, listened as I told him I named him Roscoe, and immediately said, "Let's call him Cedric."  I said ok.  So for about two years, Roscoe had two names, Roscoe and Cedric. 

He was fascinated by the Racoons that used to come up on the back porch at night and eat whatever they could find.  I would chase them off, as we left out trash cans out there.  We finally devised a way to racoon proof our trash cans, but they still visited the porch.  A few of them I got to know.  The huge mail, beautiful, unafraid.  The wiry little female who always seemed ragged and worn.  Sometimes she would bring her babies with her, and they we absolutely the cutest things in the world.  Roscoe hated them all.

One night I heard a commotion and looked out to see the whole freaking family out on the porch.  They got in a fight and ran under the porch, and Roscoe ran right under there with them.  I figured that was the last of Roscoe, but, no, he just went under to watch. 

He would spy on my brother Buddy, who he disliked, for hours.  Just sitting outside his tool shed, peaking through a crack, while Buddy went about his mechanical business.  He liked my sister-in-law pretty well, and Geraldine.  But he was really my cat.

He was so attuned to my moods.  He knew when I cried, for he would come to comfort me.  He knew when something was different, for he would come to me and tell me.  Many is the morning I have woken up with him sitting on my chest, touching my face with his paw. 

When I left West Virginia to move to Virginia I left him with  my sister for a year.  Shortly after I moved here in 2005, I lost my son, and I went back to WV when my sister died, in 2006.  Roscoe was still there, and felt so bad for leaving him there.  He was skinny, but I knew my sister had done the best she could for him.  I brought him back to Virginia with me, him in his cat carrier, meowing his head off for 6 and half hours.

He quickly established himself in the house as the top cat again.  Though much smaller than the cat my son had given me, Sasha, he bossed her around as much as possible.  Like before, if he didn't want her on the bed at night, he picked a fight with her, and ran her off.   Sometimes, though, he would spend a lot of time grooming her. 

My neighbors soon learned that Roscoe was my "little boy", and he was here for me again.  He began getting sick about three months ago.  He had stomach cancer.  I cried when he died, and I still cry when I think about him.  He was so very, very special to me.  Sometimes I still think I here him at night, but I guess that's to be expected.  When I go to the kitchen, I expect him to follow me, and watch what I'm doing. 

There are many, many more memories of Roscoe.  Such as the Christmas he spent jumping in and out of the Christmas tree, until me and Daddy had to secure it to the wall.  Actually, Daddy's last Christmas.

I love you Roscoe, and I think there must be a special place for you somewhere.

Roscoe Cedric

September 1999-January 2010