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Thursday, November 17, 2016

'Dense Breasts' │ Parkinson's Disease Risk Doubled by Statins │ How are Mud Baths Cost-Effective in Treating Knee Osteoarthritis?

I was in bed nicely ahead of 11:30 p.m. last evening, but had my first break in sleep and a visit to the bathroom a mere couple of hours later.

I was sleeping well enough, though, I suppose.  My next similar break was around 5:00 a.m.  My younger brother Mark was having his shower before readying to head off to work.

But despite it being pretty much as dark as night, I had to give up trying to sleep some while later and rose ─ maybe 6:38 a.m. at latest.

It had been lightly raining when I went to bed, and it was coming down quite steadily when I got up.  It rained with some intensity at times, making me feel sorry for my working brother who drives a big cartage truck, making pick-ups and deliveries.

However, the rain ptered out during the latter morning, and towards mid-afternoon we had sunny spells.

I don't know what the deuce is going on with my youngest step-son Pote, but the kid still seems to not be working.  As far as I know, he has only worked on Monday ─ so just once in the past six potential working days (he works in a sports shop, so weekends are irrelevant).

I am wondering if he has quit his job.  I would ask him, but the lazy bugger stays in bed with his girlfriend until late into the forenoon, or even after the noon-hour has ended.

I seldom have him alone to speak with anymore.  The constant presence of the two of them throughout my day is naught but an irritating intrusion ─ I want my bloody alone-time back!

Anyway, even though I got an exceptionally early start on that new post at Siam-Lonings ─ a post I have been working upon since this past Saturday ─  it was at least 1:45 p.m. before I finally finished and published it:  Thailand: A Short History.

I don't believe that I have ever put together a post as long as that one ─ supposedly, it has over 9,500 words.

The following photo has nothing to do with that post ─ I just figured that it is a good opportunity to include it.  The description beneath is from the Google album where I have the photo saved.

This photo was taken either late in January or early in February 2003 ─ my very first trip to Thailand.

I was being toured around by Tukta, who had her own car.  With us were Tumma and Jack or Jak (she who would become my wife in 2005).

I rarely knew what Tukta had up her sleeve, and on this occasion, towards dusk she drove us all to the parking lot of a large building, and said to just be patient and wait.

I have since figured out that it must have been the Alcazar, famous for its ladyboy extravaganzas.

When the shows finish, the patrons and the performers spill out into the parking lot, and photo sessions take place.

I think the idea is for appointed photographers to take the photos, since they likely get paid by the patrons who then get to pose with a ladyboy; but my 35-mm film camera was used for this shot.
So we were never inside the theatre, and thus did not witness the actual show ─ we arrived too late.

I have another photo taken at that same time ─ in that one I am posed with a ladyboy.  It was Tukta's doing ─ I rather had my eye on one or two other ladyboys, but she quickly engaged one of her choice for the photo.

The shot was taken on an 'instant camera,' and we probably paid something to get the photo.

It's such a shame to me that I shall probably never get to see Thailand again.  I just do not have the income.  I have failed to earn a second income online, and I have never won a lottery jackpot.

And now that I am 67 years old, the likelihood of me ever getting back to Thailand while I have any degree of vigour whatsoever remaining is faint.

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I've read that about 50% of women up to the age of 50 have 'dense breasts,' while about a third of women over 50 have them.

I have also read that when it comes to mammographies, anywhere from 13% - 19% of women are told at a second screening that their breasts are entirely different from the first reading.

In other words, one mammogram may indicate that the woman has dense breasts; yet after a subsequent screening, she will be told something different.

The following recent article does its best to flog mammographies without being too apparent about it:

Reuters.com

I would encourage anyone who has read that article to read this alternate interpretation of the topic:

HSIonline.com

Specialists in the 'Cancer Industry' are making fortunes from it ─ it's a fabulous field to be in.  So mammography will be pushed for a long while yet, despite the evidence that it is inaccurate, creates fear, and results in surgeries that never should have taken place.

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Research is more and more illustrating that taking statin medication to lower cholesterol essentially doubles one's risk of developing Parkinson's disease.  

Medscape.com

Of course, that is not the only harm this class of medication can bring one.

The following is from Mercola.com:
New findings from a large national database show that the use of cholesterol-lowering statin drugs are associated with an increased risk for Parkinson’s disease — contrary to previous research suggesting just the opposite, Medscape reports.

Researchers speculated that one possibility for this was that statins block the synthesis of coenzyme Q10 (CoQ10) — something I’ve been saying for years. One the most widely prescribed drugs on the market, statins deplete your body of CoQ10, inhibit synthesis of vitamin K2, and reduce the production of ketone bodies. And besides Parkinson’s, they increase your risk of serious diseases such as cancer, diabetes, neurodegenerative diseases, musculoskeletal disorders and cataracts.

I can’t stress enough how important CoQ10 is for your body. It’s used for energy production by every cell in your body, and is therefore vital for good health, high energy levels, longevity, and general quality of life. CoQ10’s reduced form, ubiquinol, is a critical component of cellular respiration and production of adenosine triphosphate (ATP). When you consider that your heart is the most energy-demanding organ in your body, you can surmise how potentially devastating it can be to deplete your body's main source of cellular energy.

So while one of statins' claims to fame is warding off heart disease, you're actually increasing your risk when you deplete your body of CoQ10.

If you're on a statin drug, you need to take 100-200 mg of CoQ10 or ubiquinol daily. You cannot get enough of it through your diet. You also need a vitamin K2 supplement. Professor Cees Vermeer, one of the world’s top vitamin K2 researchers, recommends between 45 mcg and 185 mcg daily for adults.
Here is superb advice from NewMarketHealth.com:
Any way you look at it, statins are bad news. And unbelievably just one of these drugs, Lipitor, brings in $7 billion a year!

It's time to stop the insanity!

If your doctor keeps giving you the "cholesterol talk," and pushing you to start up on one of these drugs, maybe your best (and safest) course of action is to find another doctor.
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Have you any idea what "12 applications of daily mud packs combined with hot mineral baths carried out over 2 weeks" might cost?  I sure don't know.

But in a study of knee osteoarthritis, the claim is being made that the treatment was effective for relief of pain...and somehow, not expensive:

Medscape.com

A "more than $700 in annual cost savings versus standard treatment"? 

And now I see that those 12 sessions of mud bath therapy (MBT) were not done each day, but spread out over the two weeks of the research.
The MBT group was treated with a combination of daily local mud-packs and hot mineral baths for a total of 12 applications carried-out over a period of 2 weeks in the Health Resort of Chianciano Terme.
Sweet!

I agree with the physical therapist who was consulted in that report on the study ─ "the beneficial effects could be related to both the thermal treatment and the socialization effects of being in a resort setting."

But how they could ever be cost-effective boggles me!

Whatever the case, if the patient can afford supplements, then he or she would be wise to invest in chondroitin and glucosamine ─ and most definitely in undenatured type II collagen (UC-II) supplements.

The latter has been proven to be significantly better than the first two ingredients combined in the treatment of osteoarthritis.

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I am running late, so here to close is a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

The house I was renting the small affair in was located on Ninth Street at Third Avenue.

My bedtime the evening prior to this entry was 7:15 p.m.
MONDAY, November 17, 1975

Again I slept rather ill, getting up about 2:30 a.m.

I left for my dozen laps just after 3:00 a.m., looking for signs of the snow CKNW said was supposed to be in evidence; I noticed at first a few isolated patches, but very, very thin.

But soon I was walking on a slushy blanket, and the track area was quite covered.

By the time I set off home, there was no rain ─ just a pure, thick fall of snow which was plastering the ground and me; 'twas cold!

The 28th day of the postal strike.

A girl was in the laundromat before me, drying her clothes the whole time, and leaving just before me; no comics in the store.

I next went to Manpower and examined their course info, but couldn't really find what I wanted; at Safeway I bought $3.70 worth of groceries.

Then I went to Woodward's for $3.44 worth of groceries, including, at last, a can of their peanut butter ($2.25); at the library I borrowed The Health Food Dictionary by Anstice Carroll & Embree De Persiis Vona (add: with Recipes to the title); and Medieval Warfare by Geoffrey Hindley. 

Tomorrow I believe I'll take the food book over to mom's.

Bed at 7:00 p.m.
I was doing my very best to accustomize myself to getting to bed early and sleeping accordingly.

I was running my laps at New Westminster Secondary School

My impression is that I must not yet have been a steady coffee-drinker ─ I can't imagine getting up and setting off little more than a half-hour later to do anything without coffee.  In fact, even with coffee, it takes me longer than that to start feeling anything like normal.

I certainly did my tour of the town that day.

After the run, I came home and got my dirty laundry, then went to a laundromat that I think was on Sixth Avenue near the public library.  I was undoubtedly looking for the latest of my favourite Marvel super-hero comics at whatever store it was that I visited.

After getting my clothes home, I then went downtown to Columbia Street.  Manpower was the old name for what later came to be known as the Unemployment Insurance office; and then later still the Employment Insurance office.  I have no idea what the heck they call themselves now.

Just Service Canada?

Following my visit to Safeway after that, I then came home.  

Woodward's was a walk back up to Sixth Avenue ─ the store was located where the Royal City Centre Mall is now.  I loved their 48-ounce tin of peanut butter.

Unlike today, I didn't sit on my backside for hours and hours a day in front of a computer, trying in desperate futility to derive a second income.

For all of the hours that I have put in at this machine this month thus far, I have earned 14¢ in my AdSense account as of the check I made just before starting work upon this post. 
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