generic name: cacao bean
brand name: Cadbury milk chocolate
theraputic effect: stress reliever
off label effects: emotional stabalizer for any given situation where some type of emotion could be involved...it's really great for emotions.
Indications: stressfull situations such as exams, emotional turbulance, generalized anxiety, mood disorders, jobless, debt ridden student...etc...
Contra-indications: the perfect life, no feelings, cyborgs...
Side Effects: weight gain, flatulence, diarrhea, cavities, weight gain, acne, hyperactivity, loss of focus, weight gain
Drug-drug interactions: in certain forms can be combined with nuts or dried fruit to enhance the stress relieving effects of simple chocolate also if given in purified doses (bitterseet/dark) can have an additive effect when administered with caffiene...
Precautions: tolerance is an issue with this drug, if taken long-term to relieve stress, the effects of constant stimulation will create a situation where higher and higher doses are nessecary to have the same effect..it is highly addictive, you should follow your Doctor prescribed dosage if you don't want to experience excessive side effects from a drug overdose.
IF signs and symptoms of an overdose (excessive weight gain, euphoria) occur, discontinue use...foods that counteract the effects of chocolate are things like celery and artichokes, you can also concider giving them in cases of an overdose.
Note: This drug is fast acting and is primarily metabolized in the gastrointestinal tract and should be excreted from the body within 24-48 hours, in order to maintain the desired level of emotional stability you might need to have an initial loading dose with subsequent smaller doses to achieve theraputic levels being maintained in the body...
this drug has a low theraputic index, which means, it is dangerous...the theraputic dose and the lethal level have a very small margin for error separating them...always talk to your doctor before taking this drug due to it's highly toxic nature.
Friday, 10 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Prostate health....
This semester my favorite prof specializes in men's health...when i go to class I am constantly amazed at how much I didn't know about men's health before now...but now i do...or something...
DRE- do you know what this is? well, I sure didn't, and no it's not Dr Dre the rap artist, which would have been my closest guess...D is for digital...r is for rectum...e is for examination...yup, the self prostate exam is done through the rectum... apparently through the rectum you can feel if the prostate is enlarged...who knew right?
Also, men need to do kegels too, promoting prostate health is about kegels...pelvic floor muscle...aother shocker, here I thought they were just for women...
also the size of a man's index finger as compared to his ring finger indicates the risk for prostate cancer to some degree...all men hold your hands up...compare the length of your index finger to your ring finger, if your index finger is longer...you have a 33% less chance of getting prostate cancer...right off the get go....I know!!!!!!!!!! crazy...so then prof asks us why this could be...and me, being the brilliant beyond brilliant student that I am pipes up...yes, I said this without really thinking it through that well, but we had just been discussing DRE so i was like, longer fingers=better self examination...there was no awkward silence before the whole class...the whole class erupted laughing at me...not with, at...but seriously, at the time I thought it made perfect sense...my prof grades us on our vocal contributions for our class participation mark so now he is going to remember me as the dimwit who thinks long fingers are made for DRE's...
actually they attribute having long index fingers all the way back to fetal development and the amount of testosterone the baby is exposed to in utero...this hormone can be traced to affecting a certain gene which causes finger growth AS WELL AS other things...and thats where the relationship between a finger length and your prostate health come into play...how healthy your prostate is now or ever will be, is partly becaue of how you were made in utero...side note, if your index and ring finger are the same length there is no significant risk or benefit to it, but having a shorter index finger than ring finger is correlated with a higher risk for prostate cancer...and when I say risk, I mean risk...not your going to get prostate cancer...so anyway...get check ups and do the DRE...I also learned about saw palmello but I will save that for another time...
I think we've all discussed enough for now...
needless to say, I just felt like I needed to show you that I am learning something, because it was Mouvember (mustache for prostate cancer awareness) recently, so go measure your finger...
then see if you need to see Dr DRE...
DRE- do you know what this is? well, I sure didn't, and no it's not Dr Dre the rap artist, which would have been my closest guess...D is for digital...r is for rectum...e is for examination...yup, the self prostate exam is done through the rectum... apparently through the rectum you can feel if the prostate is enlarged...who knew right?
Also, men need to do kegels too, promoting prostate health is about kegels...pelvic floor muscle...aother shocker, here I thought they were just for women...
also the size of a man's index finger as compared to his ring finger indicates the risk for prostate cancer to some degree...all men hold your hands up...compare the length of your index finger to your ring finger, if your index finger is longer...you have a 33% less chance of getting prostate cancer...right off the get go....I know!!!!!!!!!! crazy...so then prof asks us why this could be...and me, being the brilliant beyond brilliant student that I am pipes up...yes, I said this without really thinking it through that well, but we had just been discussing DRE so i was like, longer fingers=better self examination...there was no awkward silence before the whole class...the whole class erupted laughing at me...not with, at...but seriously, at the time I thought it made perfect sense...my prof grades us on our vocal contributions for our class participation mark so now he is going to remember me as the dimwit who thinks long fingers are made for DRE's...
actually they attribute having long index fingers all the way back to fetal development and the amount of testosterone the baby is exposed to in utero...this hormone can be traced to affecting a certain gene which causes finger growth AS WELL AS other things...and thats where the relationship between a finger length and your prostate health come into play...how healthy your prostate is now or ever will be, is partly becaue of how you were made in utero...side note, if your index and ring finger are the same length there is no significant risk or benefit to it, but having a shorter index finger than ring finger is correlated with a higher risk for prostate cancer...and when I say risk, I mean risk...not your going to get prostate cancer...so anyway...get check ups and do the DRE...I also learned about saw palmello but I will save that for another time...
I think we've all discussed enough for now...
needless to say, I just felt like I needed to show you that I am learning something, because it was Mouvember (mustache for prostate cancer awareness) recently, so go measure your finger...
then see if you need to see Dr DRE...
Friday, 3 December 2010
I am a big fat hypocrite...
the nursing program involves a lot of partner/teamwork assignments...right now I know you are all trying to rack your brains to remember when the last group project you had to do for marks was, please bear with me...remember the pain of teamwork assignments, please for my sake...remeber the pain or else this post has nothing you can relate to...if you are remembering how fun it was planning, building, writing and then performing those projects...then you don't have to read anymore...you can go look in the mirror and tell yourself how amazing you are...but just go...
this post is about the agony of teamwork...first you have to choose a partner...most people will automatically just choose the person they want to work with because they have some forethought and realize what an agonizing process these projects can be...but not me, I don't possess the ability to make decisions like that...I think the first thought that entered my head was, how can we divide the 6 people sitting here into 3 fair groups of two...I thought to myself, " I shouldn't grab at the person who i think is the most capable, I should let them go with someone who i think needs a bit more help; I can work with someone who isn't as strong or the best and hopefully, that way, it will be fair...everything will still work out because I am trying to be fair right?" That was my thought...
I am so dumb. I should have just grabbed the best person and ran out of that room...but I didn't and after the initial hesitation to act you have to wait for everyone to be 'picked' so that no one feels left out...this involves some rather obtuse conversations where you never actually figure out what the other people want...you only feel worse after realizing that no one really wants to be partnered with you either...you diplomatically fill your groupings and feel so relieved...it's done, it's decided, you have a partner...6 people really does split into 3 groups of two...you don't have to be alone...hurray hurray hurray...and being the ignorant fool that I am...you go out as a whole group and celebrate with sushi...unaware of the process that lies ahead...your celebrating cause you saw the ice berg and are craftily steering around it, when...
scrap, tear, rip...you realize that teamwork, and planning, and brainstorming is this massive block of ice that takes up the entire ocean beneath your little sailboat...working in a team means that you have to spend time together...this is the first concept of teamwork that I missed pre-group making stage...working with a partner means spending time with said parnter...I had to say it again just cause I feel like it needs to be said...you have to be together alot...
also, there is the melding of minds to form one ultimate theme for a finished product that will inspire the professors with your creativity and depth...you have to talk, and compromise, and contribute, and get shot down, and then when you think it can't get any worse...deadlines start approaching...
BOOM...your sunk...you have to be able to get work done together and also have it handed in on time. All the brainstorming sessions turn into massive meltdowns of anxiety and doom as your project goes from almost brilliant to 'what in the world?'...
somehow, if you survive the presentation, in shock, waiting as the dust slowly settles you realize that your at a sushi restaurant again (de ja vu anyone?), sitting across from your partner, who's smiling at you. "Wasn't that great?! Didn't we make an awesome team?"
frozen you smile...only as the food arrives and your downing the green tea do you realize you feel like dancing, you start singing along to every song playing on the restaurant speakers, you start laughing your 'siren' laugh while the other nursing students around you wonder just what got into you...finally, as your putting on your jacket to leave, you say to your partner, "What a great time." (now that it's over...)
this post is about the agony of teamwork...first you have to choose a partner...most people will automatically just choose the person they want to work with because they have some forethought and realize what an agonizing process these projects can be...but not me, I don't possess the ability to make decisions like that...I think the first thought that entered my head was, how can we divide the 6 people sitting here into 3 fair groups of two...I thought to myself, " I shouldn't grab at the person who i think is the most capable, I should let them go with someone who i think needs a bit more help; I can work with someone who isn't as strong or the best and hopefully, that way, it will be fair...everything will still work out because I am trying to be fair right?" That was my thought...
I am so dumb. I should have just grabbed the best person and ran out of that room...but I didn't and after the initial hesitation to act you have to wait for everyone to be 'picked' so that no one feels left out...this involves some rather obtuse conversations where you never actually figure out what the other people want...you only feel worse after realizing that no one really wants to be partnered with you either...you diplomatically fill your groupings and feel so relieved...it's done, it's decided, you have a partner...6 people really does split into 3 groups of two...you don't have to be alone...hurray hurray hurray...and being the ignorant fool that I am...you go out as a whole group and celebrate with sushi...unaware of the process that lies ahead...your celebrating cause you saw the ice berg and are craftily steering around it, when...
scrap, tear, rip...you realize that teamwork, and planning, and brainstorming is this massive block of ice that takes up the entire ocean beneath your little sailboat...working in a team means that you have to spend time together...this is the first concept of teamwork that I missed pre-group making stage...working with a partner means spending time with said parnter...I had to say it again just cause I feel like it needs to be said...you have to be together alot...
also, there is the melding of minds to form one ultimate theme for a finished product that will inspire the professors with your creativity and depth...you have to talk, and compromise, and contribute, and get shot down, and then when you think it can't get any worse...deadlines start approaching...
BOOM...your sunk...you have to be able to get work done together and also have it handed in on time. All the brainstorming sessions turn into massive meltdowns of anxiety and doom as your project goes from almost brilliant to 'what in the world?'...
somehow, if you survive the presentation, in shock, waiting as the dust slowly settles you realize that your at a sushi restaurant again (de ja vu anyone?), sitting across from your partner, who's smiling at you. "Wasn't that great?! Didn't we make an awesome team?"
frozen you smile...only as the food arrives and your downing the green tea do you realize you feel like dancing, you start singing along to every song playing on the restaurant speakers, you start laughing your 'siren' laugh while the other nursing students around you wonder just what got into you...finally, as your putting on your jacket to leave, you say to your partner, "What a great time." (now that it's over...)
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Because only I am this cool...
I just posted this before actually writing it....because I am this cool...
I went to check my mark for a test and I had thought I was going to get a C on it so I was shocked to find as I read that I got an A...then I went later on in the day, high on A....to recheck it to drink in my victory and celebrate the fact that I can get A's...and found I originally read the wrong line...I actually got a B...no more high, no more A, it didn't even last a day...because I am this cool...
I taught vowel and consonant's in a grade 5/6 class today and basically gave all the wrong instructions to the kids and then they had to reteach me what the short and long sound of vowels mean...because I am this cool.
I missed the bus...because I am this cool.
there are other things that make me cool too, like the fact that I have bangs that like to stick up all the time right now, i forgot to put deoderant on after working out (this would have been an only slightly dumb thing to do except the next class was health assessment where I had to be in a gown and have someone touching and poking and yes, smelling me for an hour), actually working out was also a bit of a humbug, I tried to work out but ended up walking around the track and getting winded and smelly...I am this cool...I grew out of a pair of jeans...actually I ripped it while I was wearing it, I think my hips just exploded really...because I am this cool...
I went to check my mark for a test and I had thought I was going to get a C on it so I was shocked to find as I read that I got an A...then I went later on in the day, high on A....to recheck it to drink in my victory and celebrate the fact that I can get A's...and found I originally read the wrong line...I actually got a B...no more high, no more A, it didn't even last a day...because I am this cool...
I taught vowel and consonant's in a grade 5/6 class today and basically gave all the wrong instructions to the kids and then they had to reteach me what the short and long sound of vowels mean...because I am this cool.
I missed the bus...because I am this cool.
there are other things that make me cool too, like the fact that I have bangs that like to stick up all the time right now, i forgot to put deoderant on after working out (this would have been an only slightly dumb thing to do except the next class was health assessment where I had to be in a gown and have someone touching and poking and yes, smelling me for an hour), actually working out was also a bit of a humbug, I tried to work out but ended up walking around the track and getting winded and smelly...I am this cool...I grew out of a pair of jeans...actually I ripped it while I was wearing it, I think my hips just exploded really...because I am this cool...
Friday, 12 November 2010
Thank you
today I opened my email to find one of the most nicest and thoughtful people that I know wrote me. My uncle Laurie...it made my day...thanks for remembering unka flew...
Hi to all of you. Yesterday here in Canada was Remembrance Day for all those who died for our freedom in the wars. Today in Singapore it is Sept. 13th and we remember again Steve going to be with the Lord. And once again I am sure it is a hard day especially for you David and Phyllis and family.
A guest lecturer here in our church this week spoke on the Resurrection and the paramount importance it is to our faith. One thing he did mention was that Paul talks in Phil. 1:23 where he is torn about staying or being with the Lord --and telling us in the Greek I think-- that it really is saying it is better, far better to be with the Lord. Steven has experienced the “far better” part of life in a dimension we can’t comprehend so we are thankful about that but we here of course still feel the loss and his absence yet cling to the hope knowing that the resurrection will one day erase all that pain.
The other day I was reading in John where Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead-- but before He went to Bethany to do this He had said to the disciples lets go wake Lazarus up and it reminded me of Corban when we visited Mom’s grave last year and he got that big rock and marched over ready to throw it on the grave proclaiming he was going to wake Oma up—good theology for a little guy.
This is long enough so I will end here. We do love you and trust that the Lord will be your comfort and joy and strength as you re-live some of the many memories that you shared with Stephen today and everyday.
Your brother
Lauren
Hi to all of you. Yesterday here in Canada was Remembrance Day for all those who died for our freedom in the wars. Today in Singapore it is Sept. 13th and we remember again Steve going to be with the Lord. And once again I am sure it is a hard day especially for you David and Phyllis and family.
A guest lecturer here in our church this week spoke on the Resurrection and the paramount importance it is to our faith. One thing he did mention was that Paul talks in Phil. 1:23 where he is torn about staying or being with the Lord --and telling us in the Greek I think-- that it really is saying it is better, far better to be with the Lord. Steven has experienced the “far better” part of life in a dimension we can’t comprehend so we are thankful about that but we here of course still feel the loss and his absence yet cling to the hope knowing that the resurrection will one day erase all that pain.
The other day I was reading in John where Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead-- but before He went to Bethany to do this He had said to the disciples lets go wake Lazarus up and it reminded me of Corban when we visited Mom’s grave last year and he got that big rock and marched over ready to throw it on the grave proclaiming he was going to wake Oma up—good theology for a little guy.
This is long enough so I will end here. We do love you and trust that the Lord will be your comfort and joy and strength as you re-live some of the many memories that you shared with Stephen today and everyday.
Your brother
Lauren
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Yes, I still live in a dorm...
someone decided to tape calvin and hobbes cartoons in the bathroom stalls that I use, this past week I noticed that they had changed the cartoon in my 'favorite' stall and by favorite I mean the one I feel most comfortable taking care of business in...
why am I telling you this...lemme give a bit of a background...because public washrooms are a daily and very real part of my life right now...while I am in school, and even afterwards when I am working, I will be using copious amounts of public washrooms...and this is why I have come up with a very well thought out method, tried and true one might say, of getting the most out of any (and all) the 'facilities' I should happen upon... i do tend to be a bit choosy of which stall I have to use...picking the right stall is half the battle...'they' say that the stalls furthest from the door are usually the most frequented...for that reason I usually choose one near the door...less bum germs...even though i don't actually rest my bum on the seat...it still makes me feel better...
further more I practice public washroom etiquette by NEVER choosing a stall right next to someone already using one...because it's only right to give people a little space and privacy...you've heard of the 6 inch rule of personal space...well public washroom etiquette is quite similar, something like, 'the more stalls between us, the better'...I used to think that everyone knew and understood this principal, but there have been times in my vast experience as a public facilities user I have been amazed at the rudeness of random strangers who insist on sitting right next to you...seriously, the whole washroom is empty but they have to choose the one right next to you...that kind of togetherness really doesn't promote any feelings of bonding for me...I just keep stairing down their shoes until they leave...I can't help it, these feelings of dislike just well up inside me...
also, if there is any option of using a single occupancy public washroom-be it designated for nursing mother's, handicapped, or the elderly-use it...don't butt in line and use it before the nursing mother, wheelchair bound individual or your grandma...wait your turn, but still, take every opportunity to avail yourself of these miracle rooms...they don't happen often and can sure take a load off your mind...
another little known, but very important rule for saving yourself from the embarrassing situation of having to apologize for the smell after you've done your business is...never poop in a public toilet if other people are in there too...just don't do it. You can pee, do some deep breathing, wait for the moment to pass...leave so you aren't tempted by the easy access of a toilet because you can't afford to lose control, keep calm...you could pretend your doing your morning stretches as you try and find a comfortable position to wait for an empty facility...try another washroom...don't do anything too strenuous...cause that could be very problematic...just don't poop in company...it's not cool...there is nothing like some space and quiet to do the job right.
and with that back ground info, i will go right back to my story...they changed the calvin and hobbes cartoons in my favorite stall so I thought, they probably changes the cartoons in all the stalls...and because I was curious, and I luv calvin and hobbes...I changed it up, stepped out of the routine and used the middle stall (if your following the first rule of not taking an adjoining stall-in a washroom with three stalls....NEVER use the middle stall) I was just peeing so I thought, just this once I could break rule #1...so i am reading about Calvin's dad reading him a bedtime story, and Calvin is like, I hope this is a good one 'cause the last one put me right to sleep...(haha, kind a funny) but then Calvin's dad starts telling him this horror story, and the attack of the enchanted hand, ending with, and no one knows where that hand went...and then all of a sudden, there's this hand and Calvin's dad is being attacked and Calvin faints...Calvin's dad walks out of the room muttering, 'why haven't I done that sooner...'
to make my point in the simplest way possible...sometime during the horror story telling and Calvin fainting...I lost 'control' in the middle stall...the only redemption is that no one else was in the washroom at the time...rule 3 is still intact...
from now on I am just going to read the new cartoons in 'my' stall...if i get really curious about what the other stalls cartoons are, I am just going to pop my head around the door and make sure i am 'empty' when i do...but there will be no sitting, and no more middle toilets...because in a public washroom one can never be too carefull....
why am I telling you this...lemme give a bit of a background...because public washrooms are a daily and very real part of my life right now...while I am in school, and even afterwards when I am working, I will be using copious amounts of public washrooms...and this is why I have come up with a very well thought out method, tried and true one might say, of getting the most out of any (and all) the 'facilities' I should happen upon... i do tend to be a bit choosy of which stall I have to use...picking the right stall is half the battle...'they' say that the stalls furthest from the door are usually the most frequented...for that reason I usually choose one near the door...less bum germs...even though i don't actually rest my bum on the seat...it still makes me feel better...
further more I practice public washroom etiquette by NEVER choosing a stall right next to someone already using one...because it's only right to give people a little space and privacy...you've heard of the 6 inch rule of personal space...well public washroom etiquette is quite similar, something like, 'the more stalls between us, the better'...I used to think that everyone knew and understood this principal, but there have been times in my vast experience as a public facilities user I have been amazed at the rudeness of random strangers who insist on sitting right next to you...seriously, the whole washroom is empty but they have to choose the one right next to you...that kind of togetherness really doesn't promote any feelings of bonding for me...I just keep stairing down their shoes until they leave...I can't help it, these feelings of dislike just well up inside me...
also, if there is any option of using a single occupancy public washroom-be it designated for nursing mother's, handicapped, or the elderly-use it...don't butt in line and use it before the nursing mother, wheelchair bound individual or your grandma...wait your turn, but still, take every opportunity to avail yourself of these miracle rooms...they don't happen often and can sure take a load off your mind...
another little known, but very important rule for saving yourself from the embarrassing situation of having to apologize for the smell after you've done your business is...never poop in a public toilet if other people are in there too...just don't do it. You can pee, do some deep breathing, wait for the moment to pass...leave so you aren't tempted by the easy access of a toilet because you can't afford to lose control, keep calm...you could pretend your doing your morning stretches as you try and find a comfortable position to wait for an empty facility...try another washroom...don't do anything too strenuous...cause that could be very problematic...just don't poop in company...it's not cool...there is nothing like some space and quiet to do the job right.
and with that back ground info, i will go right back to my story...they changed the calvin and hobbes cartoons in my favorite stall so I thought, they probably changes the cartoons in all the stalls...and because I was curious, and I luv calvin and hobbes...I changed it up, stepped out of the routine and used the middle stall (if your following the first rule of not taking an adjoining stall-in a washroom with three stalls....NEVER use the middle stall) I was just peeing so I thought, just this once I could break rule #1...so i am reading about Calvin's dad reading him a bedtime story, and Calvin is like, I hope this is a good one 'cause the last one put me right to sleep...(haha, kind a funny) but then Calvin's dad starts telling him this horror story, and the attack of the enchanted hand, ending with, and no one knows where that hand went...and then all of a sudden, there's this hand and Calvin's dad is being attacked and Calvin faints...Calvin's dad walks out of the room muttering, 'why haven't I done that sooner...'
to make my point in the simplest way possible...sometime during the horror story telling and Calvin fainting...I lost 'control' in the middle stall...the only redemption is that no one else was in the washroom at the time...rule 3 is still intact...
from now on I am just going to read the new cartoons in 'my' stall...if i get really curious about what the other stalls cartoons are, I am just going to pop my head around the door and make sure i am 'empty' when i do...but there will be no sitting, and no more middle toilets...because in a public washroom one can never be too carefull....
Thursday, 4 November 2010
My Christmas List...
deoderant
socks
hair spray
moccasins
scarfs
hand written cards
timmy's $ card
lotion
toothpaste
email from my sis
a job
oh, and world peace.
socks
hair spray
moccasins
scarfs
hand written cards
timmy's $ card
lotion
toothpaste
email from my sis
a job
oh, and world peace.
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