HEALTH HINTS ! BY JOSEPH POWER

HEALTH   HINTS !

There’s a skin without and skin within,

A covering skin and a lining akin;

But the skin within is the skin without,

Doubled inward and carried completely throughout.

The palate, the nostrils, the windpipe and throat,

Are all of them lined with this inner coat,

Which through every part is made to extend,

Lungs, liver, and bowels from end to end.

The outside skin is a marvelous plan

For exuding the dregs of the flesh of man;

While the inner extracts from the food and the air

What is needed the waste of the flesh to repair.

Too much brandy, whisky, or gin

Is apt to disorder the skin within

While, if dirty and dry, the skin without

Refuses to let the sweat come out.

Good people all, have a care of your skin,

Both that without and that within;

To the first give plenty of water and soap,

To the last, Tittle else but water, we hope.

But always be very particular where

You get your water, your food, and your air;

For if these be tainted or rendered impure,

It will have its effect on blood, be sure.

To food which will ever for you be the best

Is that you like most, and can soonest digest.

All unripe fruit and decaying flesh

Beware of, and fish that is not very fresh.

But of all things the most I would have you beware

Of breathing the poison of once-breathed air.

When in bed, whether out or at home you may be,

Always open the windows and let it go free.

With clothing and exercise keep yourselves warm,

And change your clothes quickly if caught in a storm,

For a cold caught by chilling the outside skin

Flies at once to the delicate lining within.

All you who thus kindly take care of your skin,

And attend to its wants without and within,

Need never of cholera feel and fears,

And your skin may last you a hundred years.

                                                                        JOSEPH  POWER

THE BEAUTIFUL !

Very nice poem that I came across and I thought to share......

Beautiful faces are those that wear

It matters little if dark or fair

Whole- souled honesty printed there.

Beautiful eyes are those that show,

Like crystal panes where heart-fires glow,

Beautiful thoughts that burn below

Beautiful lips are those whose words

Leap from the earth like songs of birds

Yet whose utterance prudence girds

Beautiful hands are those that do

Work that is earnest, and brave, and true

Moment by moment the long day through

Beautiful feet are those that go

On kindly ministries to and fro-

Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so

Beautiful shoulders are those that bear

Ceaseless burdens of homely care

With patience grace and daily prayer

Beautiful lives are those that bless

Silent rivers of happiness,

Whose hidden fountains few may guess.

NEEDS V/S MORALS

          NEEDS V/S MORALS

This is a never ending debate of Needs v/s morals, where you can’t pin down to the winner. Because every time is near to the finish line, there is another fact pops up making you re think your proposition. For example a random boy on the street steal because he was starving for days and had no subway option to fill his empty belly. Stealing is immorality but need has it’s own weigh in the balance. You can keep thinking at your wits end but at the end of the day you won’t even be in vicinity of a proper answer.

“It’s all about damn sex “

How many patients in my six years of practice of white coat that I encounter people walking in the wooden gate of my clinic, with not only a problem but an appropriate solution to it?

All they needed a moralistic stamp from another human being.

Well, I say, I had one, till now and I thank god for that.

A woman in her early thirties walked in with huge documented files of having tales of her medical history

All the  gynecologist she  have ever been to unanimously sang just one diagnosis for her, “Uterine Fibroids” And when they were ready with the scalpel and the anesthesia to get them cut with their housing area, they disappeared without leaving any trace of residual symptoms of disparities in her menstrual cycle. For months the hide and seek game continued without its sequence being deciphered until one day the patient herself adorned the Sherlock hat to decode it and what she came up was not only surprising but shocking till its last word. She was diagnosed with this problem two years back, at the same time when her husband was diagnosed with diabetes Mellitus.

Now this would be irrelevant medical detail because we take in consideration the blood relation under the column of family history. But as suspenseful the things get, it was actual key to the lock.

There was a complete loss of libido [complete absence of sexual desires] that leads the man to row towards medical investigation and in no time the culprit called diabetes was nailed for it.

He started with the different brands of allopathic linage which were able to brigade down his rising blood sugar levels but fell flat to increase his sexual drive.

Like men, women too have needs that have to be fulfilled but this woman was rendered helpless in middle of no man’s land. The sexual frustration piled up whose first signs appeared in the form of bleeding fibroids. But still one question remains unanswered, even though we understood the origin of the problem. What’s with the hide and seek game?

Well, she used those perverted devices to fulfill her desires as well as tried hard to bridle her morals to go astray which temporarily blanked her misery but actually they were fuming embers buried deep in earth waiting to erupt with its bloom and glory.

“WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT IT?”

If the things would have settled, I won’t be writing further and further, but instead of settlement with those vibratos and stuff, there was a brewing controversy to take birth.

The lady was not happy with the scenario which was rendering her into self pity and self disgust mode and now she was done with regular fights over the topic. She knew her body will give up and she would lose the sanity of her mind and it was the high time that she stepped in boldly may be promiscuous to save them both.

Finally she found her match in a married man at workplace who shared the same misery of unfulfilled desires.

They can shoulder each other and can epitomize a real life “friends with benefits” example.

They both don’t want to get out of this marriage because there is no apparent reason but at same time the non apparent reason is the fishbone stuck in throat.

The question is the lady asked my expert opinion upon her suggestive treatment to her complaint, in short she wants my blessings for her first extra marital affair.

MIND V/S BRAIN

Irrespective of the fact whatever I say or explain in the prolific erudite style, the lady will do what she have to do. She can shunt doctors till she gets her desired answer. Here is my dilemma.

Option A: The piling in sexual tension makes her quite susceptible case of uterine cancer [according to Dr. Hamer’s theory which we discussed earlier. Dr. Hamer says; to save such patient, whatever it takes just resolve the conflict].

Option B: The book of morals categorized it under Lust and prohibits act.

Option C: Shut yourself into your chamber and hide beneath the white coat and apply wait and watch strategy till the storm get over.

ONE YEAR LATER….

It didn’t matter what option I picked. It’s what really happened.

The lady is pregnant.

Her husband was under fertility treatment to beget. The lady still have ties with her need fulfiller and their average for past one year have been once a week.

And the moot point, that concerns us all, her fibroids have finally gone forever and she has received clean chit from all gynecologists.

PHRENOLOGY OF LUST

Small, horizontal elongated almond shaped eyes [Arabic eyes]

MORAL

Irony is in itself.    

HASTE LE VISTA {BREAKDOWN PART- 2}

                                                 “HASTE LE VISTA”

                                            (PART 2 OF BREAKDOWN)
This lady born in the family of illiterate people had a humble education with no following big degree attached to her name. Though her beauty scored high on the board and as a consequence she was married early in her seventeenth year of life.

Her husband was a good man who kept her happy and even air the embers of her ambition. He got her into the college against the wishes of his stereotype family. His openness provided wings to the lady who started to think big. Oh! The life has bestowed utmost benevolence and over flowing out of the cup happiness in her life. She was in so much love with her husband and they had their first love child, a baby girl. But, as the fate had it, on brutal day, everything given to her just slipped away from her fingers.

Her child was in teething phase, her college education was in midway and her youthful life had just walked few steps from inception point, when the news of the sudden accidental death of her husband standstill everything, a  tragic tale causing a bleached life.

She went into depression because of the heartbreak but lessons of lively vivid life were so deep imbibed in her soul by her deceased husband that she survived across the pacific. Her broken heart which was wounded beyond repair could only be bandaged with the fancy that may be in next life she would meet the man of his dreams again. Haste-le-Vista, she will see him later, but when she meets him again, she needs to have trails of successful life behind her to show him that how much she treasured the small phase that they had together. She wiped her tears and was ready for the voyage. But there were perils in her path. Her in-laws family was not so keen to have her and her baby girl and so she was back to her parents’ house.

She couldn't have her foot hold there too as being the part of the big clan of seven sisters; she was supposed to find another nest.

Against her wishes, she was married again, this time to a widower with already two toddler boys. The second man in her life was quite a laid back one. He had no ideology and was happy to work like an ass in his mediocre settings.

The lady was not supposed to settle in for it. She had wings which were ready to spread. Hence breaking all household thresholds she went out, revolting and got herself a tag of professionalism. She found her way in the dark and started to walk alone and when it started to get sunny, the crowd joined her.

She was successful and started her own business enterprise. In no time the luck blessed her with one more child, a baby boy and riches again. Her husband followed her league.

It’s been twenty years since her second marriage and she is not ready to rest. She wants to fly far beyond the limits of the sky with only one wish in her heart that burns like aired ember “haste-le-vista”…

Life is never stagnant; it goes around in both cases. It is want you want and what you choose?

We always have a choice!

PHRENOLOGY OF HOPE

1.      The proper and full nasal septum that divides the nostril.

2.      Brightness of eyes.

MORAL

Life is clay, mold it the way you want it.