Archive for May, 2009

Have you ever wondered about the neighbours in your street and what goes on behind closed doors? Do you know them? Do you speak to them?

I live in a relatively quiet street in a nice neighbourhood, so it came as some surprise a few weeks ago to find the road blocked with police cars and fire engines.

Surprisingly, a rented house, just a few yards from where I live and which has its frontage right on the pavement, had been turned into a cannabis factory. You could have knocked me down with a feather when I found out.

From the outside, there was no evidence at all anything was amiss, and I expect the young Vietnamese gardener whom I’d NEVER seen had no choice about his occupation as he was in this country illegally and had no passport.

Somehow the cannabis growers had managed to tap into the mains electricity and water supply in the road. All the rooms were full of cannabis plants  and heat lamps, and the house was rumbled because a helicopter picked up the enormous amount of heat emanating from the roof.

When the police pounced they had the fire crew for backup incase the “gardeners” tried to set fire to the place and destroy the evidence. It’s all sneaky stuff, but they’ve been caught, the factory has been closed down, only to have another one set up somewhere else, no doubt.

Anyway, that was a few weeks ago, but yesterday as I sat giggling over a birthday card, which depicted several golfing expressions, and had the title, Why A Game Of Golf Sounds Like An Orgy, I noticed once more the police had blocked off the road.

This time, however, there were no fire engines accompanying them. Sadly, a lady who lives not far from me had committed suicide by stepping out directly in front of a passing train, and so ambulances were on hand instead.

It was tragic and what a waste of life.

Apparently, she was known to have been depressed, but it must have been a very deep depression to make her take her own life.

The ironic thing is, she’s the neighbour of a friend of mine who was recently diagnosed with lung cancer and given only a few months to live. Already she’s on borrowed time,  but desperately wants to see her Golden Wedding in July. I hope she makes it.

So, what’s the point of this article?

Well, I guess I’m feeling a bit guilty as I was probably laughing whilst the lady was dying. Of course I had no way of knowing what she was contemplating, but I do know laughter is a great healer. Smiling and laughing lift your spirits and make you feel so much better, as does conversation.

Everything’s better when you have someone to share it with though and the lady who committed suicide lived alone. She had no family, and clearly no one to really talk to. I wonder, if she had, whether things would have been different?

There are many people like her. Of course, some people just like their own company, but there are others, especially old people who are perhaps housebound and who either have no family or none close. Often they crave someone  to talk to, and just a short conversation could make all the difference between living and simply existing.

I remember the days when it was safe to leave your doors unlocked and neighbours just “popped in” for a chat. How nice it would be to go back to those happier, safer times, when people looked out for others in their community.

On the TV, I’ve seen something about an initiative called ‘Know Your Neighbour Weekend’ being planned for July 14th and 15th of this year. The idea is to encourage people to do more to get to know their neighbours. Maybe I’ll investigate  further – not to be nosey but there may be more people in my street who feel isolated and alone.

Perhaps, you could do it too?

You can read about it here http://www.esb.ie/main/news_events/press_release322.jsp /

I’m  sure everyone could, if they wanted, spare a few minutes to get to know the people in their street. As I said, you never know what goes on behind closed doors, and maybe if you did, it might save a life!

Take care

Jean
P.S. If you want to see what I was chuckling about visit the Just For Fun page at http://www.jeanshaw.com and look for the  Now I Know Why Men Like Golf page.

A few years ago, my doctor recommended I take one 75mg dispersible aspirin every day.  He suspected, at the time, I’d had a TIA, or a Transient Ischemic Attack to give its full title.

TIA is the medical term for stroke-like symptoms that occur and resolve spontaneously within 24 hours.  Sometimes it’s called a mini stroke and doctors take TIA’s seriously because they could be an indication of a full stroke in the near future.

Aspirin thins the blood and as strokes and heart attacks can be caused by blood clots, small doses have often been prescribed as a  preventative measure.

As it happened, my symptoms at the time were the beginning of mercury poisoning caused by my dental amalgams, BUT I continued on the Aspirin until fairly recently when I got terrible burning sensations in my stomach.

I went back to the doctor and this time was advised to stop taking the Aspirin. My stomach problems disappeared, and today, I discovered why.

On the BBC news this morning, it was revealed taking Aspirin, even in small doses, for a long period of time can cause bleeds in the stomach.  The advice now, is unless you’ve already had a heart attack or stroke, Aspirin can do more harm than good.

It was suggested people on Aspirin for high blood pressure, cholesterol, or DVT (Deep Vein Thrombosis) may see little benefit, as although it can help prevent secondary clots in the arteries to the heart, it doesn’t have the same effect in veins.

If you’re reading this and are on prescribed daily low doses of Aspirin, you might want to go back to your doctor and seek updated medical advice.

Oh, and another thing, Aspirin should NOT be given to anyone under sixteen.

Take care.

Jean

 

For  more information on Strokes and Heart Attacks visit the Useful Information page at http://www.jeanshaw.com

 

Strokes, Your Health And My FREE Report

Recently I took my son on a caravan holiday and it was lovely to get away from the computer for a few days.  We had plenty of fresh air and exercise, and surprisingly, the UK weather was kind.

We stayed right next to the beach with a great view of the ocean. It was peaceful and quiet with only an occasional person passing by. As it was so early in the “season”, most of the surrounding caravans were empty after the holiday weekend.

It didn’t occur to me until I came home that  could have been a problem.

You see my son has autism and doesn’t speak.  Whilst he is very capable in many areas and has an amazing ability of making people understand what he wants and needs, I doubt very much he would have been able to manage if something awful had happened to me.

Of course, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, but no-one ever does, do they? You don’t suddenly wake up and think, “Today I’m going to have an accident, or a stroke or a heart attack”.

They just happen.

So there we were in a caravan, with no neighbours and no-one to take any notice of us because no-one knew us, or our situation.  My son looks “normal” and to the casual observer a fleeting glance wouldn’t indicate there was anything wrong.

However, IF anything had happened, my son wouldn’t have been able to raise the alarm.  He can’t speak, doesn’t use a telephone and wouldn’t have known whom to call anyway.

He does carry a card, which says who he is and gives details about him, but that’s only relevant if he gets lost or something.  It would have been no good inside a caravan where possibly no one would have known he was there.

Anyway, thankfully nothing happened, but looking back I should have made better arrangements.

I just didn’t think.

I could have told the person at the site reception if I didn’t check in every evening to make sure everything was okay, or arrange to  contact family at a certain time every day instead of saying I’d call if I  needed anything.

Often it’s the little things, which make all the difference, and I was reminded about that today when my friend told me about her uncle who’d just suffered a stroke.

Luckily it happened at a place and time when he was able to get urgent medical attention.

Strokes are caused by a disturbance of the blood supply to the brain and are the leading cause of disability in UK.  They are also the third most common cause of death after cancer and coronary heart disease.

If you suspect someone is having a stroke you need to apply the F.A.S.T. test and this stands for Face, Arms, Speech, Time.

FACE – Has the victim’s face fallen on one side?  Can they  smile?

ARMS –  Can they raise both arms above their head and keep them there?

SPEECH –  Is their speech slurred?

TIME –  If you see any of the above signs it’s Time to call the emergency services.

Quick diagnosis of a stroke is vital because the sooner a person is diagnosed, the sooner the treatment can start and the greater the chances of recovery.

Apparently the best way to reduce the risk of a stroke is to eat a healthy diet, exercise regularly and avoid smoking and excessive alcohol consumption.

Obviously if you smoke or drink you can choose to give it up, but governments,cigarette manufacturers and the leisure industry don’t really encourage that because they’d lose lots of revenue. Instead we’re given health warnings so there’s no risk of litigation in the future if our health is ruined.

Clearly lifestyle is important and YOU need to look after yourself – no-one else will, and whilst I’m not here to tell you how to live your life,  you might want to Read my FREE Report   Just click on the link.

You might find it surprising, and I’d love to get your comments.  It took me ages to write and get lined up properly, because as you know if you’re a regular on this blog , I hate the techie bits!

What If You SUDDENLY Realized Everything You Thought You Knew About Skincare Was A Lie?  Discover The Ingredients The Manufacturers Will NEVER Warn You About.

I think I did okay though.  Let me know what you think.

New  Sign of a Stroke ——– Stick out Your Tongue

NOTE:  Another ‘sign’ of a stroke is this:-  Ask the  person to ‘stick’ out his tongue…if the tongue  is ‘crooked’, or if it goes to one side or the other,  it’s  also an indication of a  stroke.

Best wishes and take care.

Jean