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Post by patty on Mar 6, 2017 17:04:19 GMT
For those of you who don't, dental floss is a good and cheap way to keep your Gnashers in tip-top shape. I'm wondering, at the age of 56, about prostate cancer - apparently it's quite common. Will have to start reading about it. I'm also of the opinion that drinking alcohol over 40% is a good way to keep your arteries and veins unclogged from fat, it just dissolves the fat. We looked through the windows of an Old Age Home last week and I thought Gawd - imagine being in a place like that looking at white-haired women asleep in armchairs with their mouths open, so you look at the TV and it's some shite like Emmerdale or The News. Best to keep trekking and drop dead somewhere that's most inconvenient for others such as Aisle 6 at ASDA canned vegetables and cat food. Last thing I want to do, end up mixing with old people. Yeeuurrghhhh! Ok i was an expert on the ole prostate/bladder ... worked in urology for long time though i did have to retire early with health issues Get it checked out ..all of you...sticking head in sand is never good choice.....
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Post by naughtyfox on Mar 6, 2017 17:08:40 GMT
Made a note to read up on this. Not something I know about. However, I have a theory that drinking more single malt dissolves any cancer 'down there'. Like windscreen wash keeps the glass clear.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 17:32:24 GMT
..... We looked through the windows of an Old Age Home last week and I thought Gawd - imagine being in a place like that looking at white-haired women asleep in armchairs with their mouths open, so you look at the TV and it's some shite like Emmerdale or The News. Best to keep trekking and drop dead somewhere that's most inconvenient for others such as Aisle 6 at ASDA canned vegetables and cat food. Last thing I want to do, end up mixing with old people. Yeeuurrghhhh! When I was at school, about 15, some of the boys used to go to an old people's home and "help" the oldies. We mainly played on their snooker table. I remember this woman who was really old, sitting in an armchair. I thought she may like some interaction so I approached her and asked if she would like a cup of tea or something. Her answer was very straight and to the point "Why don't you just BUGGER ORF!!" A beautiful moment I will never forget. But I really hate old peoples homes. Not nice.
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Post by patty on Mar 6, 2017 18:55:07 GMT
I've worked in 2, one was more dire than the other..did permanent nights and all night I did bed rounds and then laundry to ensure enough clean sheets for next days use...I had worked days but couldn't hack having to make them get up at silly o'clock, not being allowed to talk to them in the lounge cos to stop and talk meant being paid for not slogging your guts out. I hated being expected to insist those who didn't want to bath had to...I couldn't see anything wrong with strip wash but the rules decreed all had to be bathed..Hated being told one man had to stay in bed in an awful room 24/7 cos he had MRSA in pressure sores...I would sneak him in a wheelchair and get a member of staff to take him for breath fresh air until some noble soul reported me for breaking the rules.... Ive seen people forced to take medication, I know people were sedated who were too noisy...I would take in literature to try and show them what these evil drugs did. Quality of life to me so important but there is no room for compassion in this ever greedy world of ours. I fought hard for one zombie to get him off his medication..I succeeded and he had 3 months of clarity before the Grim reaper took him. I hated the fact that those who had money could dictate we had to lift them and not use hoists..heavy immobile patients we lugged..It was a terrible working environment and then I saw.... Kitchener style poster with..YOUR HOSPITAL NEEDS YOU......did return to practise and re-entered gud ole NHS Hospital and bye bye Nursing homes.. I loved nursing and caring for people but hated working in a place where you couldn't do enough because not enough staff, dictatorial bosses and cost cutting created terrible working conditions. We are all human and should be treated with respect.
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Post by Clinton Cool on Mar 7, 2017 3:25:44 GMT
I had my mid life crisis 10 years ago, aged 45. Rather than buy a sports car and try to pull young birds I quit my boring job and set off travelling. Let's dwell on 'mid life crisis' for a moment. Such a negative phrase; beloved of sneering liberals and butch feminists. Why should a man give up everything apart from the will to make money because he reaches a certain age?
I prefer to call mine a mid life awakening.
Anyway: 10 years on with wider shoulders and a reduced waistline life has never been so good. Whilst previously my exercise was limited to lifting endless pints I now do something more physical every day. Yes, it's more difficult as you get older but it's well worth it. It's great to feel fitter and stronger.
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Post by Jim on Mar 7, 2017 10:43:08 GMT
I get an mot once a year, full bloods, prostate etc. I have done since I was 50, cos my mum and dad died in their mid 50s.
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Post by JohnV on Mar 7, 2017 10:49:41 GMT
love the GIF
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Post by Jim on Mar 7, 2017 10:57:40 GMT
😁 welcome to the delusional old farts club!
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Post by Bad-Bitch on Mar 7, 2017 19:12:45 GMT
well bloody hell i feel great compared to some of you old farts
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Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2017 19:42:24 GMT
I hate good girls
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Post by phil70 on Mar 7, 2017 21:00:10 GMT
Ah yes, I do remember that bad girls were so much more fun, in fact I married one. Phil
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Post by Bad-Bitch on Mar 7, 2017 23:17:59 GMT
good by name bad by nature
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Post by patty on Mar 8, 2017 8:04:34 GMT
I'm not sure being a good girl is a bad thing and I'm not sure being a bad girl is a good thing...but what I am , I must ponder....
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Post by Stumpy on Mar 8, 2017 9:37:14 GMT
My Get Up and Go Has Got Up and Went
How do I know that my youth is all spent?
Well, my get up and go has got up and went,
But in spite of it all I am able to grin.
When I think of the places my get up has been.
Old age is golden, So I've heard said
But sometimes I wonder, as I get into bed.
With my ears in a drawer, my teeth in a cup
And my eyes on the table until I wake up.
Ere sleep dims my eyes I say to myself
"Is there anything else I can put on the shelf?"
And I'm happy to say as I close the door
"My friends are the same, perhaps even more."
When I was a young thing my slippers were red,
I could kick my heels as high as my head.
Then when I was older, my slippers were blue,
But still I could walk the whole day through.
Now I'm still older, my slippers are black.
I walk to the store and puff my way back.
The reason I know my youth is all spent,
My get up and go has got up and went.
But really, I don't mind when I think with a grin,
Of all the grand places my get up has been.
Since I have retired from life's competition
I busy myself with complete repetition.
I get up each morning and dust off my wits,
Pick up the paper and read the 'obits',
If my name is missing I know I'm not dead
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Anon
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Post by phil70 on Mar 8, 2017 22:45:34 GMT
I'm not sure being a good girl is a bad thing and I'm not sure being a bad girl is a good thing...but what I am , I must ponder.... I could help out if you're stuck Phil
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