Major Depression Feels Like….

Major depression feels like:

  • You are drowning and you reach up for help, but no-one is there.
  • You have to act calm on the outside, but inside you are screaming in agony.
  • You are trapped in a cage and you are pacing back and forth like an animal.
  • You have a pressure cooker inside your body and it is about to explode.
  • You are alone in the world, because you are unable to connect to people.  You cannot relate to them and they cannot relate to you.
  • There’s a dark cloud looming over you.
  • There’s a monster inside of you and it is crushing your soul.

Taking Drastic Measures

I’ve battled with my weight most of my life.  Over the years, I managed to lose up to a 100 pounds only to regain the weight.

That’s when I decided to take drastic measures.  I called a surgeon and asked about bariatric surgery.

Before the surgery date, I had to participate in a weight loss program, talk with a nutritionist, get a psychiatric evaluation, and there were few other things that needed to be accomplished.

I managed to meet all those goals and my insurance company gave their approval.  I had the surgery last Thursday (16 August).

I am looking forward to starting my new life, now that I have the tools to succeed.

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Physical Activity Recommendations

Physical activity plays a major role in promoting good health and is an excellent way to boost your mood.

  1. You should participate in physical activities for at least 150 minutes a week (20 minutes a day or for 30 minutes 5 days a week).
  2. You can break exercise time into small chucks throughout the day.
  3. Eliminate all or nothing thinking.
  4. You can multitask while exercising (for example:  watch TV while on a treadmill).
  5. Make your exercise time a priority.

 

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Source:  Crestwood Medical Center in Huntsville, Alabama

Treating Poison Ivy

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I was walking through thick brush and not paying attention to the foliage around me, until my legs became insnared by a thorn bush.  I looked down and noticed I was surrounded by poison ivy.

My legs had multiple welts and were extremely itchy.  A friend recommended washing my legs in rubbing alcohol, because it will dry up the welts and remove all the poison from my skin.

I was skeptical, but willing to give it a try.  To my amazement the rubbing alcohol did a fantastic job.  I can still see a few spots on my legs, but they do not itch at all.

If you ever end up with poison ivy, try rubbing alcohol.  It works wonders.

Aging and Disability: Transitions into Residential Care

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The book Aging and Disability:  Transitions into Residential Care is full of useful information that is presented in an organized and concise manner.

Here are a few of the main points:

There are certain personality traits that make it easier for people to successfully transition to residential care:  feeling in control of their lives, valuing strong bonds with friends/family, and viewing change as a challenge rather than as a threat.

The features of successful aging are:  having a sense of purpose, interacting with others, opportunities for personal growth, self-acceptance, and autonomy.

Once an individual is placed in residential care, they still need their family.  The family should be available to check on the quality of care their loved one is receiving, provide companionship, and assist with financial management needs.

Superglueing my Wound

I got a nasty cut on my thumb.  After 15 minutes, it was still bleeding and had not slowed down at all.

There was a family discussion as to whether or not I needed stitches and should I go to the ER to have a doctor examine the wound.  However, I already had my pajamas on, so I didn’t want to leave the house.

We decided to superglue the wound closed to stop the bleeding, which worked.  After that, my thumb was wrapped in gauze and tape.

The worst part, was when Mom cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol.  I was hollering and squirming around in my chair.  Gwen asked, “On a scale of 1 to 10, what’s your pain level?”  Mom thought that was funny, because I was in more pain after she started doctoring my thumb than I was before she started.

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