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Friday, March 17, 2017

Tips to Help Cope with Stress and Anxiety │ U.S. Is Virtually the Only Developed Nation Without a Rising Life Expectancy │ Gum Disease and Increased Stroke Risk

There were actually a few sunny breaks yesterday before the Sun had set. It's been awhile since I have seen sunshine.

I was in bed last night a few minutes ahead of 11:00 p,m., and didn't fare too badly for sleep. I took a bathroom break shortly after 2:00 a.m. because I found myself awake. And it was 6:40 a.m. this morning when I did a time-check and decided to rise for the day. I was home alone ─ my younger brother, and my two step-sons, all had gone to work.

I felt back to normal after yesterday's day of malaise that was all due to the onset Wednesday evening of a migraine aura or halo. I don't get the headache, but I do experience noticeable pressure in my head that manifests anytime I might bend down during these periods.

With another overcast day before me, I pondered on what sort of shopping outing I ought to engage in once I broke from working upon the new post I am compiling at my Lawless Spirit website. Should I go for some groceries at my usual supermarket about 1¼ miles distant; or should I finally visit for the first time New Amsterdam Bakery about four blocks distant at the Cedar Hills Shopping plaza (96th Avenue & 128th Street) here in Surrey?

I finally decided that I would visit the bakery just so I would know once and for all what it offered.

And so it was at 10:55 a.m., I set off on that trip of exploration, taking with me two letters to mail in one of the mailboxes out in front of the Shoppers Drug Mart at Cedar Hills.

I had a hood to cover my head with once I gained the shopping plaza, but I walked to it and home again with my head bare, exposing the healing wound in my left cheek to the daylight and the fresh air. (I am healing from an enormous swelling and abscess that resulted after my left parotid gland's duct somehow became blocked at the start of February.)

I bought two loaves of a "super multi-grain" ($4.50 apiece) and one of a "whole grain" ($2.99) bread, the former being surprisingly heavy. Remembering that the website proclaimed that they made sure they used all natural ingredients and no preservatives, I was somewhat taken aback to see various types of commercial-looking doughnuts, so I splurged and bought a half-dozen pack ($2.99) of assorted bun-type glazed doughnuts that are probably jam-filled.

The gal at the cash register flogged some cookies that are probably butter shortbread, so I bought a small pack ($2.99) of those, too.

But I am not going to make a habit of this. After all, I blew $17.97 in all.

There is really little else to report on my day thus far at 3:30 p.m. as I type there words. It just began very lightly raining a little over half an hour ago.

And that being the situation, I am going to now post some further photos taken last Fall when my wife Jack charged the airfare in order to fly back to Thailand to visit her mother for the first time since March 2013.

My best guess is that the following set were taken on November 8, 2016, and the setting seems to me to be some kind of market most likely located in Udon Thani.

Jack sure loves her clothes, so of course such would have to figure into her subject choices:



And here she is:




This next photo sports a gal who almost has me identifying her as Jack's next oldest sister Penn, but this woman seems to me to be slightly more full-bodied than I think Penn is. However, in the Google album where I have this photo uploaded, Google has face-recognized the woman as being Penn:


Jack looks like she may be making a purchase in this next shot:


Here with the potential next oldest sister Penn (right) is a woman my wife Jack has always referred to me as being Jack's "sister-cousin":


Some nice Thai skirts:




And now it appears likely that the group are on their way back to the very large village of Nong Soong, which is maybe a 15-minute drive from Udon Thani ─ Jack took a couple selfies of herself while riding in the back seat of a car:



At 4:05 p.m. right now, that light rain I spoke of has been sounding rather more serious.

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Are you generally affected by stress and/or anxiety? I have been feeling fairly well of late, but I am usually ready prey for quite serious depression.

The root of all of mine is financial. An inadequate income and great debt affect everything important in life, such as a happy and fulfilling marriage, and even health.

As I say, I do not feel bad these days, but I know that the dark depths will return. And ultimately, they may well claim me. I keep saying that I do not see how I can live my present life at the age of 67 through to achieve the age of 70 ─ there has to be a hugely positive change in my life.

Anyway, for folks presently suffering depression or anxiety, maybe there are some helpful tips you can use in the following article:

DrMicozzi.com

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Within the next couple of decades ─ and where some countries are concerned, even sooner ─ the average projected human life expectancy is being pegged at the age of 90 years.

Imagine ─ that's the supposed average! Except of course, for impoverished nations.

Oh yes...and also Americans.

TheGuardian.com

Economist.com

CNN.com

JacksDailyDose.com

Maybe it's not just income taxation, cost of living, and cost of healthcare that are driving so many retired Americans to become expatriates to other countries every year (see December 27's CSmonitor.com: Why are more Americans retiring abroad?).

I sure do pity young people who may realize that conditions in their home country are practically bleak, but who obviously haven't the resources to be able to "retire" abroad. They have to remain, virtually sentenced to where their jobs and incomes are, unhappy as these souls may be.

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Do you floss regularly? In all honesty, I cannot remember when I last did floss, I do it so very irregularly. But one reason is because some of my teeth are so tightly set together that the amount of force I have had to use to get the floss between them has resulted in a sharp dig into my gum...and some bleeding.

And that is not a safe thing to be doing.

Also, my teeth seem to shred the floss, getting portions of it stuck between my teeth. How is that helpful?

So I refrain from the annoying practice.

But don't use me as an example...although I do happen to have all 32 of my teeth at the age of 67.

Of late, I have been brushing my teeth once a day ─ in the late evening as I watch T.V. ─ using coconut oil. I take my time ─ at least 15 minutes of thorough, gentle brushing. And I will often slosh the oil about in my mouth for five or more minutes thereafter ─ a process known as oil pulling.

Then I go outside and expectorate everything into the flower garden.

Studies keep finding that poor dental health results in problems elsewhere in the body. A latest study has found that any level of gum disease increases the risk of having a stroke in the future.

Here are a couple of reports:

Consumer.HealthDay.com

JacksDailyDose.com

As I said, I may not floss, but I certainly do brush with considerable conscientiousness. If all you do is tour the toothbrush through your mouth for a minute or two, you're just fooling yourself.

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Here to close out today's post is a journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. I was renting my spot in a house located on Ninth Street, and one or two houses up from Third Avenue.
WEDNESDAY, March 17, 1976

I'd been awake for a while, but finally got up about 5:15 p.m.

Flabby as my waist is, my pre-meal weigh-in yesterday was about 181 pounds.

I laundered, having the place to myself till drying when 2 old guys came in.

There was no good literature.

After getting back I grew so concerned over my short hair that I decided to stay indoors the rest of the day. I did accomplish one thing; I typed Ron a letter.

I've been steering clear of getting involved with my pornography, thanks to the Church of God and my concern over my immediate future; I've got to win a lottery, for there just isn't time enough for me to physically prepare to my optimum otherwise, especially with my surgical disablement.

I worked on a letter to dad.

I'll bed about 8:15 p.m.
I was recovering from an emergency appendectomy that saw me confined to the hospital until into my twelfth day. As yet, I did not dare do too much physically that might jeopardize the stitches within and without.

For most of my adult life, I have weighed within the lower half of the 180s where poundage is concerned, so even though I weighed in at 181 pounds the day before, my 'internment' in the hospital and the recovery afterwards must have been doing a number on my midsection, in addition to any overall muscle-mass loss from inactivity.

I generally tried to get to the laundromat right after it opened ─ 8:00 a.m., I think. And if I am further remembering correctly, it was located on Sixth Avenue, very near to the public library.

The lack of "good literature" was in reference to a nearby store where I usually browsed for Marvel comics, or sword & sorcery and fantasy paperbacks.

The letter I completed was to American pen-pal Ron Bain.

As for the Church of God, I had long been a fan of Garner Ted Armstrong and Herbert W. Armstrong, probably first listening to them on the radio back as far as 1962, if not even earlier. I also subscribed to their two free magazines, and ordered all of their free literature.

What was it that I felt there was not enough time for me to physically prepare myself for? Believe it or not, I was anticipating the "end time." Since I first started listening to the Armstrongs in the early 1960s, I believed and feared their projection that in approximately 1975, the world as we all knew it would be entering into the calamities that would ultimately bring forth Armageddon

Although 1975 had passed, it had just been an approximation. Those final few years could commence at any point.

That was quite a fear to instill into a 12-year-old back in 1962. It likely adversely affected the course of my entire life, for I felt that there was no sense in working towards a future of old age in the present world. I would never live to see my retirement years, so why concern myself with securing my future here? It would all be coming to an end soon enough...I believed. 

Struggles just never seem to end; and today, I am still trying to come into the money to end all of my many woes before my time comes up.

Well, it is 6:10 p.m., and still raining. I will now proofread this post, and get it published.
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