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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Prostate Cancer: Beware Treatment Verdicts of Doctors Who Own Radiation Equipment │ Fluctuating Body Weight Can Be Dangerous │ The Complications of Stopping Antihistamine Medication

It was 10:41 p.m. when I made it to bed last night after noticing that there was some rain happening outside; but even with my earplugs inserted, there seemed far too much noise beyond my open bedroom window ─ voices and vehicles. I couldn't easily relax.

And then I even began wondering if my wife Jack had shown up from Vancouver, for I imagined hearing activity downstairs, yet I was the last person up when I had shut off the lights and gone to bed.

I now wonder if maybe that had been the cue for my youngest step-son Poté and his girlfriend to get up, for they had been in bed for some time. I was expecting her to be spending the night with him, but she was apparently not here this morning when he got up for work.

Life here is just too disturbing overall. I long to be living somewhere with no buildings in sight other than my own ─ and no highways within earshot.

And no damned barking dogs.

I was so unsure that Jack might be here that I even put on my blindfold to shelter me from the lights should she suddenly come into the bedroom.

Ultimately, though, sleep arrived, and no one intruded.

Whenever it was that my first block of sleep broke, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom and to drink some water.

My final night's check of the time was around 5:46 a.m. It was near enough to 6:00 a.m. that I decided to rise.

Of course my younger brother Mark was long gone to work, but neither of my step-sons had yet risen. I went downstairs to the kitchen and set about boiling water for my day's first mug of hot blended instant coffee / cocoa powder.

It was not too long after I was back upstairs and here to my computer that my step-sons started becoming active.

Poté was to head out the front door no later than 6:57 a.m. to drive to work; his older brother Tho never left the house until 7:25 a.m. to probably catch his bus to the SkyTrain.

I was alone.

I worked on compiling content at the Amatsu Okiya post I am involved in setting up, and was finished with what I wanted to get done today by mid-morning.

Very shortly after 10:00 a.m., I sought a nap after consuming a slice of bread plastered with butter and a great glob of natural crunchy peanut butter, along with a small chunk of aged cheese (Havarti, I think). I suppose I must have napped, for I was down for something over an hour.

The day has been mainly overcast, but there have also been some short-lived sunny breaks.

I have spent some time today testing out the free Iris mini software ─ it's supposed to block eye-damaging blue light from radiating through a computer monitor.

Seldom have I found instructions on using free software to be so complicated.

I have been wishing for a long while now to dispense with using the Honeywell UVEX safety eye-wear that I bought via Amazon months back. I was hoping the Iris mini would be the solution, but is is not.

The problem with the glasses is that because I do so much reading and typing, my eyes cannot easily bear the reduced acuity involved in seeing text. To help enhance the text, I have needed to resort to fixing a pair of non-prescription reading glasses over-top the safety eye-wear.

I have a stretchy medical fabric whose purpose is to hold something like a non-adhesive bandage or pad in place against the side of the face ─ this fabric is worn beneath the jaw and up over the top of the head, almost like a noose that hasn't been put fully into place.

It does a good job of holding the reading glasses in front of the orange eye-wear.

However, after wearing the two pairs of glasses for several hours at a stretch as I often do, I am left with a deep impression at my temples where the aptly-named 'temples' ─ which is the name for the 'arms' of the glasses ─ extended over each ear.

Since I am shaven-headed, this lousy impression lasts for a bloody long time, and it makes it necessary for me to give some time for normalization before I care to leave home and go anywhere.

But as I said, Iris mini does not seem to do its job. It definitely reduces the white glare of a computer screen ─ the white colour can be blindingly white. But when I use the chart that can be found in the following article at BlueBlockGlasses.com, I still see the blue in the topmost graph: How Effective is your Blue Light Filter - Test Your Glasses with this Graphic.

Yet the two colour graphs almost look the same when I have on the Honeywell UVEX safey eye-wear ─ the blue is effectively blocked and impossible to distinguish.

So I have to keep wearing the dual glasses.

But on to something else.

Last Fall, when my wife Jack had charged up the cost of a trip back to Thailand to visit her mother in the large village of Nong Soong (which is maybe a 15-minute drive from the city of Udon Thani), she went with some of her loved ones to the Na Yung District and visited Wat Pa Phu Kon, a temple that was apparently completed in 2013 (according to Udon-News.com).

From what research I have done, it would take maybe two hours to drive there from the city of Udon Thani, but that seems like a rather fast trip if its about 126 kilometres from there (see UdonthaniAttractions.com).

By the way, I had to figure out from the photos just where Jack and the others had gone ─ she never informed me of being there.

Here are some of the photos that were taken (on November 14, 2016, I think):








And here is Jack taking a selfie at the base of that guardian statue:








The view of the countryside from outside the temple:






I will stop here, for the next sequence of photos are from within the temple, and I would like to post them separately.

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I posted on this topic earlier this month, but it sure bears repeating ─ men who get diagnosed with prostate cancer and are recommended for treatment ought to get a second opinion as to whether treatment is an immediate necessity or not.

Here are a couple of reports on a study that revealed why complying with that first doctor's push to get treated may be unwise:

Reuters.com

JacksDailyDose.com

And for more on why it is important getting other medical opinions concerning anything at all potentially serious, check this report on a small study that discovered just how frequently diagnoses can change:

StudyFinds.org

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Folks who cannot maintain a stable weight ─ even if they are just bouncing up and down with the same three or four pounds above or below what is deemed one's normal weight ─ may be courting very serious health risks, according to a study.

Here are some reports about it:

FoxNews.com

CNN.com

DailyMail.co.uk

JacksDailyDose.com

I must say that I struggle to see why a repeated three- or four-pound weight difference can be so serious ─ unless it's happening practically weekly.

But a dozen times over a four year period, for example?

I have weighed in the bottom half of the 180-pound range for most of my adult life ─ usually around 183 pounds; but in the course of any year I might climb above 185 for a time, or even dip below 180 for a short while.

How can that be serious?

But much wider weight ranges on a frequent basis certainly make perfect sense insofar as presenting a health risk is concerned ─ I can accept that with no trouble.

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Have you ever taken an antihistamine called Zyrtec?

If you have never tried it for allergies, then don't ─ you might find yourself unable to stop taking it because of hellish itching:

PeoplesPharmacy.com

HSIonline.com

Sadly, it is not just the drugs mentioned above that can cause this maddening itching. In checking this out, I located the following report at Drugs.com: How long does severe itching last after withdrawing from Seroquel?

Anyone who thinks that it's safe to trust the pharmaceutical industry will eventually learn the perils of doing so.

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Well, I got a phone-call from my wife Jack just after 5:00 p.m. asking me to take some frozen packages out of the fridge icebox, so she's going to show up soon and do some cooking.

As a result, I had best close now with this journal entry from 41 years ago when I was 26 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster. My hideaway was small, and was being rented in a house located on Ninth Street, and about two houses up from Third Avenue.

For the day, I had a 1½-hour hike planned to get me out to my mother Irene Dorosh's home in the Kennedy Heights area of Surrey. Her home was my main mailing address.

Although that little house that she and her husband Alex shared no longer exists, its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue. 

My mother was away to Reno for about 12 days, so she was not going to be home. I think my plan was to just get there while Alex was at work and check for my mail, and then leave in due course before he was back from his day at work.  
MONDAY, April 26, 1976

I got up close to 5:00 a.m., but feeling none too adequately slept.

Though of course she won't be there, I'm leaving just afore 6:30 a.m. for mom's for mail, free eats, and maybe even some shopping. 

I did no shopping.

The day was cloudless.

I ate considerably; lots of carbohydrates. My pre-meal clothed weight was about 189, but I looked very good posing in front of a full-length mirror. I must be doing something right.

For mail came my third Olympic Lottery ticket, my 25¢ on an order of "More" food supplements Nutrition Headquarters Inc. claims they can't fill, and an ad from Provoker Press for a book on the prostate gland.

I left for home soon past 2:30 p.m.

I've set 9:30 p.m. as my bedtime.
Well, apparently even though my mother was not there, I had no qualms about feeding myself from whatever I could find in the fridge. I should explain that I never felt particularly comfortable around Alex. It was originally his house, after all; and he and my mother had only met in the late 1960s, I think.

I guess I must have doffed my shirt for that bit of mirror-posing. I tended to look rather muscular, and could carry a few extra pounds rather well.

Obviously there was nothing about the round-trip hike that I felt merited reporting about ─ which was usually a good thing. I generally only had negative experiences.

Alright, I had better proofread this post and get it published.

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