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Keeping your mind and body in check - popular topics in health and medicine to maintain a long and healthy life.
How to Get More Spoons When Chronically Ill
Getting enough spoons means trying to get enough sleep. Many disabled people do not sleep the whole night, as some could have sleep apnea. Mentally ill people not on medication hardly sleep through the night on top of this. Spoons are not all created equal. Sometimes a chronically ill person can have more spoons on some days rather than on others. It depends on what illness somebody has. We diabetics are taken out by low blood sugar or, for that matter, its opposite, high blood sugar. People with lupus can be fine one day and sick the next. Somebody with sickle-cell anemia is not feeling well during a crisis. People with hypothyroidism or over-active thyroid also called hyperthyroidism definitely have varying levels of energy.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Longevity
There Are People with Less Spoons Than I Have out There
The spoon theory explains to normal people about why chronically ill people do not always have the time to get stuff done. Whether it is chronic pain or other things, chronically ill people are suffering from being tired while having pains in the middle of the night. People with bipolar disorder or schizophrenia do not always sleep well sometimes even while on meds. Some people have more spoons than others. If you are lucky, you do not have a chronic illness but then nobody gets enough sleep if you work full time. Or do you?
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Longevity
Why Apple Cider Vinegar Is Good for Cystic Acne. Top Story - April 2018.
Apple cider vinegar has become one of the most surprising superfoods out on the market. In health food groups, dieters who want to cleanse out their body and improve their overall health are now downing shots of this stuff as part of their diet. Most people know it for its dietary perks and call it a slenderizing cure-all, but the truth is that it might be a better choice for your skin.
By Skunk Uzeki8 years ago in Longevity
Another Face in the Crowd - Vol. 1
April 2005. That's how long ago my injury happened. I have spent more years than I care to admit dealing with the impact of what happened to me. I don't really talk about it. I don't actively acknowledge it as much as humanly possible. It's a weight I try to ignore but it crushes me down no matter what I do. That's why I'm writing this I suppose. Maybe it can help in some way.
By Rustin Petrae8 years ago in Longevity
Diabetes Boundaries
Most of the time, I try to be very discreet when I check my blood sugar in public. It might upset someone to see blood, so I try to keep it discreet. It has come down to me that I should check my blood sugar outside of the mental health organization meeting room. Never mind people picking on me for my height, they pick on me for my disability as well. My diabetes wasn’t caught in time when I was a child. It defied a diagnosis, or somebody simply ignored it. Give or take, I was traumatized by a diabetic coma at ten.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Longevity
What's in a Name?
From the moment I was born, I had a condition. There are various physical symptoms that accompany it, but no matter how many are added to my personal collection, I don’t have an actual name for the overall package. A label. A diagnosis. I’ve never been able to catch that elusive answer to what it is I have. Chances are I never will. As a toddler, one of my numerous doctors compared me to a puzzle box missing its cover. That necessary cover that shows the finished image on it, which you use to guide your steps along the way. As odd as it might seem, it’s an accurate comparison, so props to him. I’m essentially a riddle the medical community won’t solve. Like, ever. And back then, I didn’t care that I’d never have a name to put to whatever I had.
By Ashley Cataquet8 years ago in Longevity
Ableism Among Us
I have just the material I need to discuss ableism. I took a class at my job training school on the job search. Class went by quickly for me because I was having a good time—until we went to the teacher’s office and I sat down. I’m around four foot ten and somebody was loudly discussing my height as though I wasn’t there. She said, “you are a foot tall.” I was waiting for my chance to use a job search website that searches by zip code. She was discussing my height with a male coworker as if I wasn’t there. I whispered at her something scathing that went like, “I know you are talking about me. I know when I’m being bullied. You need to stop.” Whispers intimidate people more than loud shouts.
By Iria Vasquez-Paez8 years ago in Longevity
My Story
When I was in high school I was mostly always sad, everything would get on my nerves. I would always get these headaches that sometimes lasted for days. My junior year I was just mad that I would get the headaches and I would space out in class so I went to the doctor. I had like three MRI's and they found nothing! They said I got headaches because of my vision so I had to get glasses.
By Maritza Landeros8 years ago in Longevity
Living with an Invisible Disability
"Seeing isn't believing, believing is seeing." - Little Elf Judy I look normal, that means I am normal. To most people today that is the general idea. What is on the outside must reflect the inside. In my case, I can tell you that I've come into contact with a lot of people who don't believe me when I show them the medical alert bracelet I wear or when I tell them that I can't partake in something because I know that it will instantly stimulate my heart rate. My favorite is when I say, "No thank you I'm a diabetic."
By Jacie Heard8 years ago in Longevity
