Monday, June 29, 2015

THE STARS AND BARS


A blog I seldom miss, Cranky Old Man wrote a post, "Relax, its just a flag", that had me fooled for a moment as to his leanings. He can be tricky. Then he posted a picture at the end that clarified his intent.

The recent events in South Carolina have stunned and horrified most of us. I come from a long line of southerners who were white supremacists. Somehow I never bought into their leanings.  Though I qualify to be a Daughter of the Confederacy,  I have yet to join. Neither have I joined the DAR for similar reasons--those wars are over.

Recently an activist climbed the flag pole in South Carolina and removed the Stars and Bars (Confederate flag) that flew over the state building. Some cheered but I did not. Yes I want those flags removed from state buildings but I have faith in the law and the will of the people. Florida solved the problem quite nicely. Jeb Bush took down the flag and put it in a museum where it belongs.

I am sure it will soon be just the Stars and Stripes plus a state flag in South Carolina but it should be done legally. We are  a nation of laws as the Supreme Court just decided.

 Kind of wish Arkansas would  tweak their state flag.



I have absolutely no problem with people flying the Confederate flag in their front yard, from their business, adoring their vehicles, wearing it on their backs or as a tattoo. This is America after all. It just doesn't not belong flying over state buildings which should represent all people, not just some.

In fact I appreciate it when individuals do display the flag. It lets me recognize those I don't really care to get to know better.

It is like my very favorite and just plain funny Irish Blessing.
"May those that love us, love us,
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he can't  turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we will know them by their limping."

Too bad we all can't just get along but for now, that flag is as definitive as a deity inflicted limp.

Monday, June 22, 2015

LOVE THOSE PLUS POUNDS


I've stated this before as a "Patti theory" but this time I proved it. Extra pounds are for an old person like money in the bank.

First off let me get out of the way that I am feeling better now than I have felt in a month. My heart is beating steady and true. YES!!! Thank you so much for all your caring, good thoughts and prayers.

Ok, now about those extra pounds. I think all of us would like to be at our ideal weight and some of you have maintained that with little sweat. Kudos to you. The rest of us have let age pack extra pounds around our middles as we left the work force and slowed down. Thanks to elastic waistbands and a less demanding vanity, we are mostly content with our pounds in the bank.

Some of us, myself included, have gotten a bit greedy hoarding away future energy and were edging towards becoming among the 1% of excess weight. Being in the 1% of money is much more appealing. I had a good 30 plus extra pounds to carry around and remember, I am quite short. There is always too much of a good thing.

At the start of my problems with the AFIB, I became very careful of my diet and ate only the good stuff  for my heart and hit the treadmill. Amazingly, I dropped 7 of those ugly pounds quite easily. Then the diagnosis of the tachy-brady (my naturel pacemaker just wore out) and the need for an artificial pacemaker arrived.

In the hospital, they give you powerful antibiotic drips to combat infection. Since they had to go in a second time to fiddle around, I got double the dose.  Once I was sent home and visited my primary doctor to check my blood clotting, that doctor was concerned with my upper back pain plus that I had a fever and cough so back in  the hospital I went and on more antibiotic drips.

They sent me home from that hospital with another round of oral antibiotics. Well that probably killed off the very last of my "good" bacteria or at best left a puny breeding pair to handle the digestive load requiring billions. You could have tied a rope to my foot and floated me in the Macy's day parade I was so full of gas.

OK a slight exaggeration but in truth I could have kept a backyard BBQ grill going strong all day. Such fun and quite painful which is why I haven't been around to visit you all. Prone, groaning beached whale was about all I could muster.

 The discovery of  kefir via a friend, thanks so much Arliss, has been a huge help. I caution here that kefir is an acquired taste.  That tart elixir plus a ton of yogurt and exercise, I am finally MUCH better and almost suitable for polite society. Not perfect yet but doable.

The pound part of this post is that I have lost 14 pounds through all of this. Not a lot in the big picture but had I been nice and slim to start with, that weight loss would have left me a bag of weak bones and raggedy flesh, unable to fight illness.

But by having those extra pounds in the bank I was able to keep energy supplied to my healing body.  I still have a surplus and while my skin doesn't fit particularly well right now, I don't look too ghastly. While I have abut 10 more to lose, I am hoping to keep a more manageable stash of plus poundage just in case but hope those won't be needed.

So don't despair my friends if your waistband feels snug. You are just storing energy for the future and if you ever need it--it will carry you quite well through any rough spots. Just don't be like me and hoard too much. Moderation is always the key.

A slightly bionic Patti has returned.