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So I took the Real Age test. It’s available from Dr. Oz’s site.
If you want to know your real age, figure out what year you were born, and figure out what year it is. Subtract the year you were born from this year, and you have a rough estimate of your real age.
If you want a medical gimmick for your real age, feel free to give a computer program your contact information, your birthdate, and an enormous amount of personal medical information highly tailored to your previous answers. I knew I was in trouble when the computer asked me who had diagnosed my thinning hair and I checked self rather than saying a licensed professional had diagnosed it.
The problem with any sort of computer simulation is that it only asks questions about known or reasonable risk factors. There should have been a great deal more on family history. If you want to know how long you’ve got, look at when all your grandparents died. Factor in whether they smoked like chimneys or drank like a waterfall, and you have a good idea of how long you’ll live. Knowing that I’m officially RealAge 37.7 (I like the .7) isn’t much help if all my family kicked off in their early forties.
I had an irrational urge to cheat on the Real Age questions. What if I claimed to be a svelte female me? Would I live longer? What if I claimed I smoked like a chimney? Would that age me overnight? What difference did it make that I checked thinning hair rather than the tempting “no illnesses.” Why did they even ask about thinning hair? Is it really an aging factor? Did it age me because of the “thick haired men look younger” gene?
I think they should add a section to the Real Age answer sheet where they explain what the “right” answers would have been. How are you supposed to improve your real age if you don’t have a clear picture of what you’re missing? Oh, that’s right. I’ll get pieces of my “right” answers in the mail, tailored to keeping me hooked on an endless supply of pamphlets and overpriced supplements. Even as we speak, a pamphlet for thinning hair is winging its way through the internet ether to land with a solid thud at my email door. Now that I’ve given my health information away, all I can expect is an endless parade of people who want to fix the boxes I checked.
So what’s my real age? It’s not 37.7. First I take the current year, then I deduct the year I was born…
- Examining Dr. Andrew Weil’s 5 Holistic Health Secrets Explained On The Dr. Oz Show (alternativendhealth.wordpress.com)
- Dr. Oz, Practice Fusion Give Philadelphia a Physical (video interview) (medgadget.com)
- Dr. Oz co-hosts ‘Rachael Ray show’ Monday to serve up health tips (examiner.com)
- With Economic Pain Contributing to Minor Strains and Sprains, King Pharmaceuticals , Inc. and RealAge.com Launch Effort to Educate Americans (prweb.com)
- Dr. Oz Wants You to Be Scared, Very Scared . . . of Lip Gloss (bellasugar.com)
- RealAge And HealthPrize Technologies Demonstrate Medication Adherence Collaboration at Health 2.0 (prweb.com)
- Fat-burning powers of green coffee bean extract percolate since Dr. Oz’s hype (examiner.com)
- Dr. Oz touts Snake Oil “Miracle fat burner” (warmsouthernbreeze.wordpress.com)
- The Dr. Oz Impossible Question, One Word, And The Free “Ultimate Weight Loss Guide” (alternativendhealth.wordpress.com)
- Scandal: Dr. Oz’s Penis Appears In The Pages Of “Good Housekeeping” (buzzfeed.com)
- About Dr. Oz’s Peen Print….. (dlisted.com)
- Pure Green Coffee Bean Extract for Natural Weight Loss – Significant Results Confirmed By Doctor Oz on The Dr. Oz Show (prweb.com)
- Dr. Oz Gives Philly 15-Minute Physicals (myfoxphilly.com)
- Dr. Oz Says Al Dente Means Slightly Hard (collegecandy.com)
Don’t worry, you don’t have to open up your own belly. Sewing that back together can be tricky, especially if you can’t see over the top.
Instead, you get to drink something that halves your stomach size! That’s right, we’ve got something so caustic your belly will basically shrivel up. Side effects? Well, we’re bypassing studies because it’s a diet supplement.
As you can imagine, I was pretty interested in what they were going to put in a drink to make the stomach shrivel up. It wasn’t nitric acid (you’d need to put that in capsules) or cayenne (that would just burn, period. If you wanted that it’s called the Malaysian diet.) It turns out to be relatively boring, really.
What Roca Labs is selling is basically non-digestable gum that fills your stomach and makes you less hungry. This will work as long as you keep filling your stomach and don’t force more food in. If you did, your stomach would expand. Then you’d eat MORE food without being hungry as soon as you stopped the gum.
So, the only really shocking thing about this diet is the price. $480 for some gum. Yikes!
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- Gastric Bypass Hypnosis Helps People Lose Weight, Without Surgery (boston.cbslocal.com)
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- Gastric Bypass Surgery (Not A Healthy Choice) (fromgastricbandtofitness.com)
- Gastric bypass good, but not perfect for controlling diabetes (scienceblog.com)
In a sudden inspired moment, a German woman has decided that wearing gooey white stuff should be possible for everyone. She turned it into a fabric and will not comment on her previous attempts to create fabric from Cheerios, Spam, and – well, her boyfriend was exhausted.
- Love Milk? Now You Can Wear It (newser.com)
- Strong Bones, Sexy Dresses: Fabric Made From Milk (geekologie.com)
- Wear Milk? Designer Uses Textile Made From 100 Percent Cow Juice (foxnews.com)
- These Women Are Wearing Clothes Made of Real Milk [Video] (gizmodo.com)
- Milk does a body good _ even when worn (seattletimes.nwsource.com)
Mmmm… Cancer-in-a-can. Can I get mine supersized?
Is it all hoopla? Nope, this is a nasty chemical.
Acrylamide in snack foods.
Research on acrylamide has been going on for the last four decades. However, its presence in carbohydrate-rich and high temperature processed foods was confirmed in 2002, after which a significant progress in this field has been made. A number of studies were conducted to explore the mechanism of its formation in carbohydrate-rich foods. Carbohydrate, protein, and fat are the main constituents of food, which are mainly responsible for the formation of acrylamide, and thus, a number of investigations were carried out to reduce its quantity in food. Moreover, various studies regarding carcinogenic and neurotoxic effects of acrylamide on animal models suggested that acrylamide can produce tumor in the thyroid gland, testes, mammary gland, lungs, clitoral gland, brain, and also enhance mutation, a step to cancer. Therefore, this review addresses the studies conducted since recently on the toxicological effects, formation mechanism and reduction of the formation of acrylamide in snack foods.
- foodconsumer.org – Are You Eating This All-Time Favorite “Cancer-in-a-Can” Snack? (humanbodyengineer.wordpress.com)
- Truth about potato chips revealed: Baked is not better than fried (healthzone.ca)
- Shocking Truth About Pringles “Potato” Chips: carcinogen acrylamid. Also in French Fries, roasted, fried potatoes, sodas, doughnuts. Avoid. (worldnewsrecord.wordpress.com)
- Snack Healthy Compensation Plan (snackhealthysnacks.wordpress.com)
- REPORT: Acrylamide-containing foods (nutritionbyte.wordpress.com)
I’m sorry, I’m missing something here. Wasn’t Quiddich an imaginary game that involved flying broomsticks? Ahhh… I guess it involves running about with fake broomsticks now. I shouldn’t be surprised, one of my friends has a match built in his back yard. I just hadn’t realized it had made it to the team/tournament level. How long until we see Quiddich as an Olympic sport? If so, I vote that we have to get some jet pack brooms. Where’s that Segway fellow when you need him?
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- Narwhals to be tracked via satellite (cbc.ca)
- Narwhal Horns Candy (neatorama.com)
- Inuit Myth Page: the Narwhal Goddess (glitternight.com)
- Caffeine & Edibles : Narwhal Horn Mints (thinkgeek.com)
- Quiddich scavenger hunt and more at SPAC (timesunion.com)
- When Does the Narwhal Bacon? (zazzle.com)
- Ottawa, Inuit won’t go to court over narwhal fight (ctv.ca)
- Is there any proof that unicorns exist (wiki.answers.com)
Warning: The following contains graphic stupidity (by me), concussing and cussing, and descriptions of metal objects entering flesh.
It was sunny recently.
In Maine, this extraordinary event meant that I went dashing into my
garage to liberate my ancient hand mower.
Using this mower to cut my lawn is the equivalent of dragging a large,
sharpened rock around, which is great for my cardiovascular fitness if not my
Unfortunately, I own a hand truck. It’s one of those things that UPS men use to
carry lots of boxes stacked up. (Still don’t know? Have a look at Handtrucks.com) I own it because I once met a very small man who used his hand truck constantly. So it sits in my garage and never gets used, but acts as a kind of shrine to him.
Also unfortunately, I was on space saving mode a year or so back, so I thought it would be a great idea to stick the hand truck up in the rafters with its handle facing downward.
How crafty! I saved a full two feet of floor space and provided myself with fifty pounds of sharpened steel in an awkward balanced position.
So when I went dashing into my garage I pushed a rolling chair full of those foam floaty things that children like to beat each other with in pools out of my way.
The foam pushed the hand truck handle, and I had a sudden flash of…pain. Nothing like a fifty pound hand truck blade to the top of your head for sudden insight.
My first thought was “What the…?” I reached up my hand and touched my
head. It came away covered in blood. Those of us in medicine know that
head wounds bleed like nothing else. Monty Python blood spurts are not uncommon. Forget whatever injury you have, it’s cleaning up the gouts of blood afterward that is the real pain.
So I clapped my hand tightly to the top of my head. I honestly never thought of calling an ambulance. Here in Augusta calling an ambulance probably means that four different emergency vehicles will converge in the next twenty minutes, blocking my street and convincing my neighbors that I have either died or poured gasoline into my furnace oil tank like my next-door-neighbor did last winter (we all know who you are, my friend).
My next thought was for insurance purposes I needed my insurance card. Modern medical researchers should take note. This is not what we want people concerned about in emergencies and basically defines what is wrong with U.S. health care.
So I went inside to get my insurance card. I was glad to feel that the blood was no
longer coursing down my neck, but seemed to be confining itself to soaking my
It occurred to me that since I was not unconscious, and now I wasn’t soaking my clothing with blood, that I might be an urgent care situation. I certainly didn’t want to clutter up the ER department with a minor head wound.
So I drove myself, one handed, other hand clapped hard against my head, to Walmart’s urgent care clinic. Let me say now that Walmart’s clinic is only
urgent care if you happen to have your injury during their hours of operation. Even though I was there a good forty-five minutes before opening, a wonderful person there let me in and looked at my head. She then informed me that they didn’t have any suturing material at the clinic.
It occurred to me as I headed bleeding out the door again that having an urgent care clinic without anything for urgent care didn’t make a great deal of sense.
Bizarrely, the Walmart person told me they see a good number of head wounds, mostly from people hitting their trunk hoods in the parking lot. I was unaware of this particular epidemic. Evidently we need foam cars as well as foam hand trucks.
I drove down to the Augusta ER, which took a very long time. I suspect my adrenals were kicking in, and the stoplights seemed to stretch forever.
The torrential downpour that had just been waiting for me to arrive at the ER let loose as I parked in the visitor’s parking lot. They don’t have an ER parking lot, which would make sense for the idiots like me who drive themselves in.
I was utterly soaked by the rain, which must have done wonders to the blood already drying on my scalp. I went in the normal way to Maine General, because the ER entrance is not clearly marked for anyone walking.
There was no one at the front reception area, so I walked right in and looked for some sign by the elevator on how to get down to the ER. Again, it was fairly confusing.
Fortunately, an aghast hospital employee took pity on me and escorted me
down to the ER.
Once in the ER, I expected fairly prompt service. Usually there is a triage nurse who takes a look at you and sends you to wait or to be seen. Dripping in blood, I figured I had a pretty good chance of getting to the front of the line.
No such luck. The ER receptionist took my insurance card, gave it back to me, and then asked me all those questions you never answer for anyone because of identity theft fears: name, B date, SS#, etc. All this was done in the open waiting area,
while I’m dripping blood on the carpet.
Maybe, just maybe, they could have supplied me with a written form for my sensitive numbers and some gauze to minimize the carpet damage? Hey, I’m not complaining. At least the wait was short. I did drip on the drinking fountain and apologized for it.
Once in, I was seen, not for the head wound, but to take my temperature, pulse, and blood pressure. Again, I doubt if my blood pressure, 134/92, was an accurate measure of my actual blood pressure. It seemed a bit, well, unnecessary.
Finally I got seen by the nurse, who rinsed my head after a bit and wrapped me up in mummy gauze. A while later the doctor, a great fellow I happened to know personally, came over to see me. We talked shop and he told me my options for closing up my head.
I chose the staples without the Novocaine. Honestly, I had things to do and I couldn’t take an hour to wait for the Novocaine to kick in.
I also hate needles so much I’d rather feel the pain. Really. I’ve had my teeth drilled without the Novocaine. It hurts, but I much prefer that dull ache to the sharp and tangy stabbing pain of a long needle probing about for my nerve
Even when I told them about my preference to never see a needle, they made me get a tetanus shot, which truthfully hurt as much as the staples and kept hurting far longer. Three days afterward my head was barely swollen but my arm still hadn’t
returned to full strength.
Having staples in your head is exactly as fun as it sounds. They use a staple gun, just like you would get at Home Depot. It sets up a “what not to do to yourself at home” educational experience. To get the staple into my head, they had to hold my head pretty tight and push pretty hard. I got ten staples, and I think I was pretty done with the experience by about number six.
Again, I lucked out because I have a medical friend who pulled my staples out for me five days later. No visits, no fuss. If you don’t have medical friends, get some. They are great to have around.
What did I learn from this experience?
Don’t provide heavy metal objects with enough potential energy to smack you in the noggin.
Urgent care at Walmart is more a drop in clinic for minor complaints.
The Augusta ER is pretty low key, but they get the job done if you know what you want. (I asked to have my cut slathered in antibiotic after the staples because I knew hospital bugs are not something I want anywhere near my blood). Overall, it was a pretty positive experience as far as stupid trauma injuries go.
And insurance? I have no idea if any or all of it will be covered. My one advantage is that I didn’t get screening x-rays so I won’t have them billing me separately. I fully
expect to get a bill from the hospital, the doctor, probably the receptionist,
and maybe even the staple gun manufacturer (ten bucks a staple, don’t you
Postnote: As with all accidents, my insurance didn’t kick in until the next day. I received a bill for $761 for ten staples. I guess the billing office staff used to work
for the defense department. $76 a staple seems a bit steep. Next time I’ll stop at Home Depot and bring my own in with me. Maybe pick up a staple gun on the
I applied for hospital financial aid, and we got turned down because, although we met the cutoff, they decided I could afford it. But, I got a discount for putting it on my
credit card. Ain’t modern medicine grand?
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- iTriage – Healthagen LLC (itunes.apple.com)
- Sharia Law, What About Sharia Medicine? (alternativendhealth.wordpress.com)
Each of us needs to spend less time worrying and more time laughing. I will be poking fun at myself to help in this process.
- Spicers mocks the foppish haircuts, manscaping and metrosexuality of the design world (mumbrella.com.au)
- THE SEVEN DEADLY MISTAKES WOMEN MAKE ON A DATE – MISTAKE NO. – 4 BEING LATE [Shelley Whitehead] (ecademy.com)
- One Mistake At A Time (kanwaljitsingh.wordpress.com)
- Are mistakes a Mark of Progress? (beast4romtheeast.wordpress.com)
- Lessons from my mistakes (memoirsofanaijakid.wordpress.com)
- THE SEVEN DEADLY MISTAKES WOMEN MAKE ON A DATE – MISTAKE NO. – 2 TALKING ABOUT YOUR EX [Shelley Whitehead] (ecademy.com)
- Quotes About Mistakes (mademan.com)
- Learning From Mistakes (anotherchristianblog.org)