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Friday, June 17, 2016

Poison Ivy Safety Tips │ AspireAssist: The Lunatic's Way to Lose Weight │ Warning Against 'Fizzy' and Related Antacid Products

Yesterday was actually a considerably better day than usual for me insofar as how I felt overall.

Yet how did I celebrate it?

By sitting up until nearly 3:00 a.m. teetering on the verge.

I've felt pretty miserable for it today ─ and it doesn't help that I rose shortly after 7:00 a.m. and never napped thereafter.

My youngest step-son Pote left sometime around 8:30 a.m. for his bus to take him to work.  And his older brother Tho's car was gone, so Tho must really have returned to work ─ he had been gone yesterday when I arose, and never showed up until around 3:00 p.m.

Maybe Tho did not quit his last job ─ maybe he only took an unpaid leave of absence to recover from the trauma of that car accident he was involved in back in April.

I spent  much of the morning working on the new post I began yesterday at my website My Retirement Dream, but I never managed to put in the full amount of work that I had hoped to do.

And my wife Jack texted me that she would pay a visit home from Vancouver this evening ─ I have a hunch that she will spend the night.  If that turns out to be true, then the earliest that I will be finishing that post will be on Sunday.

It has been a flawlessly sunny day.

I failed to get out and do some local grocery shopping this morning due to my involvement with that website post.  My last three meals have comprised the same monotonous fare, and I just could not bear having the same thing yet again.

So instead, I resorted to some ground beef I have had hidden away in the freezer since late last year, I think.

With both of my step-sons gone, I had already been able to do a load of laundry, and now I took advantage to do a little slow-cooking with the ground beef.

I spiced it with black pepper, turmeric, chili powder, paprika, and Himalayan rock salt; and chopped up two smallish red or new potatoes, some broccoli, and some parsley.

I also tossed in some cooked white rice and about eight or more cloves of garlic.

And then I just let it slow-cook in a covered frying pan on an element of our electric stove.

It probably took about 45 minutes.

Unfortunately, ere it was quite done just ahead of noon, my eldest step-son came home early ─ he sometimes used to only put in a half-day at work on a Friday every once in a while. 

I guess it was just my bad luck that one of those half-day Fridays happened to be his second day back at work, and thus my cherished time home alone became short-lived.

I only intended to eat a little of the yummy dish, for I wanted to sun.  But I was very hungry...and the grub tasted irresistible.

I then found myself feeling so overfull, I considered just going back to bed for a nap.

However, it has been just about a week, I guess, since I last sunned; and so I decided to suffer it through, lying out on the backyard sundeck.

I put in over an hour.  It was quite warm, alright; but it wasn't searing out there.  And a fairly cool breeze kept springing up.

I actually perspired very little.

Now, two things more before I move on out of this discussion of my day.

First, in yesterday's post, I told of how I had embarked on a shopping expedition afoot shortly after 10:00 a.m.  And not five minutes into that hike, an insect managed to successfully fly into my left eye, and I could do nothing about it ─ try as I could, I was unable to extract its corpse by having it wash over to a corner of my eyelid.

And my hike was going to take me roughly 1½ hours ─ I had a long period of relative suffering to endure before I was back home and with access to a mirror.

Well, once I was home, I could not see the kamikaze invader.

All I could do was suppose that it had perhaps disintegrated from the occasional eye-rubbing I had engaged in.

Well, just over eight hours after the incident ─ it was about 6:18 p.m. ─ I was seated here at my computer, and I happened to reach to the corner of the eye to give it a bit of a rub...and I felt something relatively hard.

Removing the substance with my finger, I saw that it was a small black insect ─ I had to use magnification to be sure that it was indeed an insect, for my vision is poor.

But there was no question of its identity.

I endured just over eight hours of irritation from that little noxious bugger.

The second thing I want to mention is that while working upon this post, I took a break to contact my financial institution about making a $2,500 RRSP redemption.

I've been pondering doing this for over a week, but have been too backward to drop the hammer and do it.

There is no choice, however.

God is not going to bring me a lottery victory; nor will He bless my websites and miraculously make them money-makers all of a sudden.

And I am in a bad fix presently with property taxes coming due on July 4, only two weeks or so after the monthly $1,600 mortgage payment will have to be met.

I made the call, and was transferred to someone who will be E-mailing me a redemption form.

I had originally contemplated a $3,500 redemption, but I don't want to take more from my shrinking RRSP account than I truly need to.

This hurts.


I have a photo I want to post now ─ the description beneath it is from the Google album where I have the photo stored:

This photo of Jack (Supranee) ─ who is now my wife ─ was taken sometime in January 2003.

She and I were becoming 'involved.'  In fact, I was coming to regard her as my very best friend.

The photo was taken at the Million Years Stone Park & Pattaya Crocodile Farm in Thailand.

Jack had never yet left her home country ─ not even to visit Laos, even though she had been to Nong Khai quite a number of times.  She was from Nong Soong, a large village roughly a 15-minute drive from Udon Thani (city).

I wish that I had been able to remain in Thailand with that version of Jack.  The one who is now a Canadian and living here in Canada is little like the woman I cared so very much about in January 2003.

I've never in my life seen a genuine poison ivy plant, so I doubt that I would recognize one in the wild.

Consequently, I'm unsure how useful this safety primer is from NewMarketHealth.com concerning the plant:
Anyone who went to summer camp as a kid will remember this one -- "leaves of three, let it be."

Right, I'm talking about poison ivy, the three-season menace to enjoying time outdoors.

But there's more to steering clear of this plant than just remembering that simple saying.

First, as you probably know poison ivy is a vine, one that you'll find along the ground or climbing up trees. But, to make things even more confusing, it can also morph into a shrub!

That can happen when the vine gets to the top of what's it's been climbing on and then has no place else to go. It keeps sticking out shoots that can eventually become branches, ones that don't seem to be poison ivy at all.

But luckily, there are still some "rules" as to what to look out for. The website poison-ivy.org gives these tips.

Poison ivy ALWAYS:
  • Has three leaves,
  • That group of three will always grow off stems that alternate, never directly across, or opposing each other.
Poison ivy NEVER:
  • Has thorns on its stem,
  • Has saw-toothed or scalloped leaves.
And those poison ivy leaves can be shiny or dull, notched or not.

But even if you know how to ID it, there are some other ways poison ivy can get you.

For example:
  • While dogs are immune to the itching and burning caused by contact with the resin from the plant, they can still carry enough of on their fur to transfer it right to you -- or anyone else who pets or hugs them. So if Fido has been nosing around in suspect areas, the best way to stay safe is to immediately give him a bath, or at the very least, wipe him down with a disposable cloth before bringing him inside.
  • Don't burn poison ivy plants! If you thought skin contact was bad, that's nothing compared to inhaling the smoke from it. Burning the vine can cause a serious allergic reaction that can hit your nose, lungs and throat.
And if you do come into contact with it, remember to try and keep the area cool. That means no hot showers, packs or even direct sun exposure. And never, ever touch your eyes if you think you may have handled poison ivy plants until you've washed your hands thoroughly.

Check this website for some pictures of what to look out for. 
My post yesterday included details concerning the ludicrous surgical device AspireAssist ─ another mad gimmick for weight-loss that only a surgeon could love.

I will just add this one further report about it:

Would you hack off an arm to lose weight?

Of course not. The very question is ridiculous. Sure, you'll lose about 5 percent of your bodyweight instantly -- but you'll also lose the ability to live a normal life, facing problems with everything from tying your shoes to eating.

Try cutting a steak with one hand tonight if you don't believe me.

Now, the latest research shows how losing part of your stomach to weight-loss surgery is like losing an arm.

You'll lose weight... but you'll also lose the important functions carried out by the part of the gut that's been removed, and could end up suffering from unexpected health problems like depression.

Depressed obese folks don't magically toss their antidepressants in the trash after surgery. If anything, they need the drugs more than ever -- and even folks who AREN'T depressed beforehand can end up on mood meds AFTER the surgery, according to the study.

The mainstream is scratching its collective little head over this.

These folks lost weight AND got healthier by mainstream standards. They "should" be deliriously happy to have a slim belly.

Clearly, these clowns are as clueless about depression as they are about weight loss.

Depression isn't some choice these people made. They can't just decide to stop whining and be happy about it.

The real problem is that surgical removal of part of the stomach leaves the organ unable to function right.

It ends up like a left arm without a right one, and it can't do all the things it usually does -- including processing and absorbing nutrients from food.

Folks who have stomach surgery often face serious nutritional deficiencies after, especially problems with vitamin B12 -- and while B12 plays a number of critical roles in the body, one of the most important of all is regulating your mood.

When you fall short, you end up battling the blues -- and it doesn't matter whether you're still obese or stick-thin.

Either way, you're miserable.

So let me give you two pieces of advice.

First, don't be tempted by stomach-shrinking surgeries. The nutritional problems that follow are very real and can do more than just make you depressed. They could actually KILL you, and you can see how in this free report from the Daily Dose archives.

Lose weight with a simple low-carb diet instead.

And second, if you're depressed, low B12 could be the reason -- and that's true regardless of whether or not you've had stomach surgery.

The best way to boost your intake naturally is with a fresh, juicy steak... but to really beat the blues, you'll likely need a little more. You can take a supplement, or ask your doc if your might do better with B12 shots.

With a gut feeling....


There are numerous hazards associated with the use of proton-pump inhibitors (PPIs) for indigestion relief, but this is the first that I have heard about warnings concerning the fizzy stuff like Alka-Seltzer and Bromo Seltzer ─ I used to love those products when I was young.

Plop, plop, fizz, fizz... oh what a hole in your stomach it is!

I know that's not the jingle you remember from the old commercials. But if you turn to an "effervescent rush of relief" for heartburn, indigestion, and upset stomach, you could find yourself SCREAMING instead of singing.

Alka-Seltzer Original and other popular meds in the same category can often deliver just the relief you're looking for... if you can drink the stuff without gagging.

But the FDA itself is now warning that the popular drugs that millions of Americans turn to regularly can do something else as well.

They can cause you to bleed on the inside, through your gut or intestines -- and you could actually bleed to death!

The feds say the risk is in over-the-counter antacids that also include blood-thinning, stomach-ripping, ulcer-causing aspirin as an ingredient.

Along with Alka-Seltzer Original, other common meds that fit the description include Bromo Seltzer, Medique Medi Seltzer, Picot Plus Effervescent, Vida Mia Pain Relief, Winco Foods Effervescent Antacid and Pain Relief, Zee-Seltzer Antacid and Pain Reliever, as well as generic and store-brand versions.

If it says something like "COMPARE TO ALKA-SELTZER!" on the label, that's one of them.

A new review of FDA adverse events reports finds 41 cases of serious bleeding problems linked to the drugs between 1969 and 2014, including 21 people who suffered internal bleeding so severe they needed blood transfusions.

That may not sound like a whole heckuva lot. That's less than one case a year -- and if that's the TRUE safety record, that makes it better than most other meds out there.

But these are only what's been reported. For every case that reaches the FDA, there may be dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of others that never get reported.

That's why it's essential to learn the risk factors now so you can avoid this deadly complication. If you're on steroid drugs or blood thinners, have a heavy booze habit or have a history of ulcers, you're at risk.

But the one that REALLY leaps off the page is this: If you're over 60, you're at risk, too.

Yes, folks, that's basically every senior and then some! Heck, given all the other risk factors, you'd be hard-pressed to find anyone past middle age who can safely take these meds.

And if, despite the warning, you decide to plop plop, fizz fizz anyway, be sure to know your blood type and give your local hospital a call just to make sure they have it on hand.

Y'know... just in case.

For a safer cure, try a teaspoon of Althaea officinalis extract (sometimes sold at the health food store as "Marshmallow") mixed with eight ounces of water, four times a day.

It can help you overcome heartburn and indigestion problems without the risks, and it's one of the dozens of great cures for everyday conditions you'll find in the free e-book "Kitchen Cures" from my colleagues at HealthierTalk.

Download your own copy right here.

With a suggestion for indigestion....
This is what I thought was the FDA warning:

However, this brief article below contains a link to a somewhat different warning:


Well, I heard back from the chap who E-mailed me an RRSP redemption form.

After I printed his out, signed and dated it, and then scanned it and E-mailed it back, he has now responded that it has been submitted for processing.

So...that's that.  Another dip in my small RRSP fund is imminent.

I'm going to close now with an entry from my journal of 41 years ago when I was 25 years old, and living in a basement housekeeping unit in New Westminster.

I was renting my room in a house located on Ninth Street at Third Avenue.

At least twice a week, I would hike out to visit my mother Irene Dorosh who was living in the Kennedy Heights of Surrey.  Her home was my mailing address.

Of course, she always saw to it that I was fed.

The little house is now gone, but its address was 12106 - 90th Avenue.  From where I lived in New Westminster, it would take about 1½ hours at a fast pace to arrive there.
TUESDAY, June 17, 1975

Another cloudy day.

I plan to attempt application for work at the Salvation Army on my way to mom's; and at Townline, I hope to buy a $10 money order for an Olympic ticket, and maybe get some natural water-soluble vitamins.

It took awhile to screw up courage enow to confront the Army, but I did, and learned they weren't hiring.

My other chores I completed also, blowing $3.66 on Vitamin B Complex capsules including C (100 caps).

Arriving at mom's, I found a letter from Terri.

I even weighed myself, being no more than a surprisingly  low 184.  This discovery led me to overeat on carbohydrate, primarily whole wheat bread and peanut butter.

Mom paid me $2.50 for her share on my lottery ticket.

She said July 5 she and another lady will go to Reno for a week.

She still has Phyllis' bitch and pups.

Mark, Cathy, & Pam came over about 2:00 p.m., and were there when I left for my walk home in the sunshine. 
The Salvation Army 'thrift store' still is located on Columbia Street in New Westminster, I believe ─ maybe around the foot of Eighth Street.

"Townline" was what the shopping complex was known as on the Surrey side of Scott Road & 96th Avenue (this avenue used to be called Townline before the numbering system came into use).  I probably bought the vitamins in the drugstore that was there ─ it was also a postal depot, so I would have bought the $10 order for the Olympic Lottery ticket there, too.

There still is a drugstore there ─ a Pharmasave.

"Terri" was a new American pen-pal I had just begun corresponding with ─ her last name presently eludes me.

For possibly several months, I had weighed into the 190s where poundage was concerned.  However, for most of my adult life, I generally weighed in the lower 180s.

My older maternal half-sister Phyllis had left some dog and its newborn pups at my mother's home ─ they were kept in a shed.  I don't really remember this, so I cannot comment at present on their ultimate fate.

I usually began my hike back to New Westminster in the mid-afternoon.  My younger brother Mark, his girlfriend Catherine Jeanette Gunther, and Jeanette's youngest daughter Pamela Susan Gunther dropped by before I had yet begun that generally dreary walk.

Anyway, my eyes are burning from overuse, lack of sleep, and the sunning I undertook early this afternoon, so I will be saying naught further.
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