This is something I read on a regular basis. If you read also, you may become at least skeptical of the way we treat heart disease and the state of health care. We get to like and trust our physicians, but we are probably not getting the best care. Tim Russert was born the same year as us and probably recieved conventional treatment. As a physician recently told me "All my patients think they are going to die from liver cancer, breast cancer, etc., but they are all wrong. They are all are going to die from heart disease which could be prevented or postponed"
You may have to cut and paste to see the link below.
Below is a link to the heartscanblog.blogspot.com
Blog: The Heart Scan Blog
Post: Tribute to Tim Russert
Link: http://heartscanblog.blogspot.com/2008/06/tribute-to-tim-russert.html
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Thursday, June 19, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
high school scars and memories
Thankfully he is going to be ok and I guess it could have been worse than the cut he suffered. I can look at the bullet hole in my leg and the ice pick scar in my right hand and remember some stupid things I had happen to me as we all can look back on, it is amazing we ever made it to adulthood. Charles Don
Monday, June 16, 2008
Unintentional Reminders of Youth
I received a call a couple of weeks ago that my 17 year old son was in the ER after sticking his hand through the windshield of a car. And, that I needed to go sign a release for him to be treated.
Two weeks before the end of school he was horsing around with some friends. He jumped on the hood of an old Crown Vic as the driver (a friend) gunned the car. His hand went through the windshield half way to the elbow. He received 13 stitches in the palm of his hand but no permanent damage and probably a pretty minor scar, but something that will remind him forever of high school days. And, maybe he will be a little more careful in the future
I got to thinking about some of my own childhood, teenage, young adult mishaps. I wonder how many of you have little scars, slightly crooked fingers, bad back, trick knees, etc. that remind you of younger years. I have a finger that occasionally gets knocked out of joint and I can’t wear a wrist watch with a metal band (because of a slightly dislocated wrist that wasn’t diagnosed until I was 30 years old) and a thumb that has almost no feeling on one side. All of these are from minor injuries received during high school and college years. I bet most of you have similar little reminders of times gone by.
As our memories of younger times fade, it some of these we remember most clearly.
Two weeks before the end of school he was horsing around with some friends. He jumped on the hood of an old Crown Vic as the driver (a friend) gunned the car. His hand went through the windshield half way to the elbow. He received 13 stitches in the palm of his hand but no permanent damage and probably a pretty minor scar, but something that will remind him forever of high school days. And, maybe he will be a little more careful in the future
I got to thinking about some of my own childhood, teenage, young adult mishaps. I wonder how many of you have little scars, slightly crooked fingers, bad back, trick knees, etc. that remind you of younger years. I have a finger that occasionally gets knocked out of joint and I can’t wear a wrist watch with a metal band (because of a slightly dislocated wrist that wasn’t diagnosed until I was 30 years old) and a thumb that has almost no feeling on one side. All of these are from minor injuries received during high school and college years. I bet most of you have similar little reminders of times gone by.
As our memories of younger times fade, it some of these we remember most clearly.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Photos
If anyone has old photos you would like to post to this site, there are a couple of easy ways.
Join as a contributor and post directly. There are many ways to do this, but here is what I do and it is pretty easy. I first load to photos to Picasa, the free photo site by Google and then there is an option to post to blog.
Or, if you would like to send to me in any form (electronic, negative, actual picture, pdf, etc), I can post for you.
It would be great to post some old high school photos, shots from previous reunions, etc.
Join as a contributor and post directly. There are many ways to do this, but here is what I do and it is pretty easy. I first load to photos to Picasa, the free photo site by Google and then there is an option to post to blog.
Or, if you would like to send to me in any form (electronic, negative, actual picture, pdf, etc), I can post for you.
It would be great to post some old high school photos, shots from previous reunions, etc.
As old as you think
You can't judge an apple by looking at a tree,
You can't judge honey by looking at the bee,
You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother,
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
Lyrics of You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Written by Willie Dixon and sung by Bo Diddley 1962
It is funny how your perception of age changes as you get older. We can all remember a few folks we thought were almost ancient when we were kids or teenagers. Then, not that many years later when we reached that same age, it seemed remarkably young. If you think for a minute I bet you will come up with a few examples. Has it occurred to any of you that within 11 or 12 quick years, we will be 70.
Must be thinking about this because of Bo Diddley’s death today. Don’t know if any of you got to see him perform (or were even fans), but he was quite a showman. In about 1970 or 1971, I saw him as the warm up band for Creedence Clearwater Revival. In my opinion, he stole the show. There was this old man, I remember thinking, strutting, dancing and jumping all over the stage as he played his guitar. He was 79 when he died today. This would make him about 40 when I saw him. My perceptions have certainly changed.
You can't judge honey by looking at the bee,
You can't judge a daughter by looking at the mother,
You can't judge a book by looking at the cover.
Lyrics of You can't judge a book by looking at the cover. Written by Willie Dixon and sung by Bo Diddley 1962
It is funny how your perception of age changes as you get older. We can all remember a few folks we thought were almost ancient when we were kids or teenagers. Then, not that many years later when we reached that same age, it seemed remarkably young. If you think for a minute I bet you will come up with a few examples. Has it occurred to any of you that within 11 or 12 quick years, we will be 70.
Must be thinking about this because of Bo Diddley’s death today. Don’t know if any of you got to see him perform (or were even fans), but he was quite a showman. In about 1970 or 1971, I saw him as the warm up band for Creedence Clearwater Revival. In my opinion, he stole the show. There was this old man, I remember thinking, strutting, dancing and jumping all over the stage as he played his guitar. He was 79 when he died today. This would make him about 40 when I saw him. My perceptions have certainly changed.
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