Hey Boomers, I just figured it out. We’re doomed!

Think about it. The more we learn the more dire our circumstances. A used-to-be good friend who is a Baby Boomer as well, once told me, “Dillon, there’s a book out there for every (creative language deleted) who can read.”

This was after a heated debate about some long since forgotten subject, where I used the latest written research as proof that my theory was the correct one. I never forgot that. She was right then, and it carries through to this day.

Don’t Believe Boomers are Doomed?

I’ve read books, magazines and articles that will explain in great detail how sugar, butter, tobacco, salt, tv, cell phones, laying down, sitting up, running, swimming, weight lifting, church, crowds, solitude, commuting, airplane seats, etc., will take you out.

Then I’ve read books, magazines and articles that will explain in great detail how, sugar, butter, tobacco, salt, tv, cell phones, laying down, sitting up, running, swimming, weight lifting, church, crowds, solitude, commuting, airplane seats, etc., are not harmful and as a matter of fact are good for you.

Okay, some of that was tongue in cheek, but you should get my drift.

Some Boomers abuse themselves daily with booze, tobacco, cholesterol-laden foods, illicit drugs, over-the-counter drugs and pretty much anything else they want to do, and will live to be 100.

Other Boomers . . . never took a drink of alcohol, watched what they ate, exercised daily, did all the so-called “right” things, and died of “natural causes” before they reached the age of 30. Go figure.

Now there is a study out (that aforementioned book) that says you can do all the right things like, exercise daily, eat right and get plenty of sleep, But guess what? You are still no doubt going to die of a heart attack, or as they stated, “clutching your chest.”.

You know why Boomers Get the Raw Deal?

Because we’ve had the nerve and tenacity to try to do the right thing and take care of business.Now, if you are lucky enough to be gainfully retired you can remember when . . .

You worked hard for your education, whether formal schooling or on the job. You did what it took to get a job and be gainfully employed. You went to work every day. You put in eight hours, six or more sitting at your desk, diligently performing your duties. If overtime was offered, you volunteered. More desk time.

So The Problem Is, We Gotta Do What It Takes To Get Off Our Asses!

Look at the normal routine. We’d get up in the morning and go sit (you know where.) We got dressed and grabbed something to eat. We sat in the car or in mass transit. We got to work and sat at the desk. We sat at lunch. Sat on the way home. Sat at home. Then went to bed and started all over again the next day.

Simple as that. You’re doing (or did) the “right” thing. Chasing the American Dream. Now I can tell you, ’cause I read the articles, (that aforementioned book, again) if you are still doing the same routine, and many of us are, you are Sitting yourself up for a heart attack.

Why Should Boomers Incorporate Exercise As A Lifestyle?

Because there’s that “book” out there now that proves it. If you sit at your desk (or just sit period) for hours on end, you are killing yourself slowly.

Here is the article.  http://bit.ly/BoomersStandTall and by the way, this excludes no one. Short, tall, skinny or fat . . . we are all in this.

Read it, follow the instructions, Stand Up, and let me know what you think.

Good Health and Success is a Lifestyle you deserve, Live Well.

CK Dillon

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Wow! What a Difference

To my surprise I began to feel  different, less pain. Something was working. His adjustments immediately brought me temporary relief. For you who knock chiropractors, I say, try it before you pass judgment.

My Dilemma . . . Insurance or the Lack thereof

At the time I was attending school, unemployed and about to turn 22 years old. At 22 I’d no longer be covered by my parent’s health insurance; a remedy was needed.

My chiropractor suggested an MRI, because prior X-rays hadn’t shown any obvious causes. The MRI showed exactly what he expected, a disc herniation in my L5/S1 disc. In my opinion . . .

Until I was removed from my parent’s insurance, the chiropractic adjustments worked wonders. I was able to move around pain-free, but nothing lasts forever. I still needed a plan in case I, like too many Americans, ended up without insurance. And no, even though I have my feelings about it, I won’t get into the politics of national health care.

Fast Forward to Now

Several  years have passed and I’m still living with the disc herniation challenge, and basic health-care, which does not cover pre-existing conditions. Over that time I’ve had several employers, none of whom  provided full coverage insurance for pre- existing injuries.

Self Care #1: Relieve Stress

I had to make changes.  Some negative stresses have come and gone and I’m sure they have contributed to the ups and downs I’ve experienced with this injury.

Today I am happy to say that intensely stressful days are a part of my past. No longer do I worry myself silly about  little stressful  situations. And I try to mentally make them all “little.”

In an attempt to control stress I took things into my own hands. Number one, I moved to the North Carolina foothills, to meet and be around family. That was a great move. Being around family works!

Self Care #2: Do Something You Love

I’ve started my own independent record label, and yes it is stressful being in my own business, but the stress is different. I welcome it. I no longer work for someone else just to struggle to make ends meet. If I am going to struggle, I’ll do it for myself.

A much less stressful  life is what I live now, filled with health and wellness. I strive daily to keep negative stress to a minimum.

It is like the domino effect. I did one thing and others soon followed.

Self Care #3: Check the Nutrition

I take a daily liquid multivitamin provided by GBG, a company I market. It is amazing how much better I felt, almost immediately after my first sip. Next  I cut way back on the unhealthy foods I was eating. I called them “survival foods.” I read labels now.

Self Care #4: Exercise for the Health of it

And finally, I have gotten back to regularly exercising. What a difference a year makes!

The Moral of My Story

At one time I felt surgery was going to be my only option, however, once I changed my lifestyle and bad habits,  I rarely experience any pain or negative tension.

I’m not saying it is easy to change and it may not work for everyone. It is surely not a quick “fix,” but I can attest to the fact that due to the way I’m currently living, it’s working for me.

My suggestion? Consult with your doctors first. If they agree that you can go without immediate surgery, try improving your quality of living before opting for the last straw.

My research suggested that having a single back surgery won’t always solve the problem. Often a second and/or third surgery is needed. So I made a decision to . . .

“Try Nature’s Way First, ‘Cause You Never Know!”

See Part 1: Herniated Disc?

K. M. Dillon (Nado  P.)

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Several years ago while playing basketball on an outdoor court I experienced a bad fall.

My Life Changed in an Instant

It all happened in an instant as I jumped up for a rebound, was undercut by another player,  and fell to the concrete, causing my ankle, knee, and hip to twist painfully. In that moment my life changed forever.

Over the next few days I sat around home applying home remedies with my leg raised, such as applying ice and using a heat pad. Within a few weeks my knee and ankle were pretty much healed, however, the worrisome pain in my hip had begun to migrate into my lower back and didn’t seem to be going away.

Home Remedies to the Rescue

In an effort to relieve that pain, I began to rest by laying down with both feet raised above my body; this technique helped to an extent and did relieve the tension at night, somewhat.

I have always been athletic so just as I had done in the past when dealing with minor injuries, I felt that icing, resting and stretching would help in the healing process.

Not This Time

I had never had an injury that didn’t heal in a matter of weeks, so this was a new experience for me.

Another month went by with no improvement. I became concerned that this was a bit more intense than I first suspected so I made an appointment with my physician.

Doc looked me over, prescribed pain pills, and said, “Continue what you’re doing and eventually proper rest will cause the pain to go away.”

But I’ve Got Things To Do!

At the time my life was moving full throttle and I was transferring  to a new school, relocating from the San Francisco Bay Area to Long Beach, CA. Suddenly my athletic future was, like San Francisco, a little bit foggy.

After settling in Long Beach, I was about 45 minutes from school on a good day. If you are unfamiliar with Los Angeles traffic, a 45 minute ride can instantly become a 2 or 3 hour nightmare commute.

Daily driving for several hours, pushing a clutch and brake, in stop-and-go traffic, caused more stiffness in my back muscles. The pain became worse by the day.

Stop What You’re Doing

On more than one occasion I experienced such excruciating pain that I literally fell to the floor where I had to lay for hours until the pain alleviated itself.

After one such event, I couldn’t take the pain and called for another appointment with a doctor.

This time I was referred to a physical therapist who basically did nothing for me, but charge my insurance. I went to him for a few weeks and came away with absolutely zero positive results.

Back to the doctor I went. This time I was referred to a chiropractor! Chiropractors have gotten such a bad rap, I immediately knew this too would be useless. But I had to try something. Anything.

The Prognosis

After describing the pain I was enduring to the chiropractor, he told me, “What you seem to be experiencing is known as [i]Sciatica.”

I asked, “How did I manage to get Sciatica?” He said, “It could be multiple reasons, but I think your  problem may be due to a disc herniation.”

I’m thinking, “I’m an athlete, a student, and I don’t have time for this.” This news to me was very discouraging.

After discussing my situation and helping me understand what was going on, the chiropractor convinced me that he could give me a few adjustments that might help.  With nothing to lose, I agreed.

See Part 2: Wow! What a Difference

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[i] “Sciatica is inflammatory pressure against the nerve endings of your Sciatic nerve that causes pain in the hip and leg to extend from the back of the hip down to the calf. It is usually caused by a disk sticking out and pressing on the roots of the sciatic nerve. The sciatic nerve is a large nerve fiber that begins in the lower back and runs through the buttock and down a lower limb. It is the longest and widest single nerve in the human body.”

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Hello Fellow Baby Boomers

Today I’m changing gears so to speak. I’m going to add something to my exercise routine that I have wanted to do for years, but never took the initiative to put into action.

I’ve always been active, sticking to a specific exercise regimen at every stage of life. Over the past few months, however, I have had some challenges that were totally unexpected.

Due to those challenges I spent the majority of the last six months rehabilitating my shoulder and not much else in the way of exercise.

Most of my life I have concentrated on strength training by lifting weights. Within the last few years, however, I’ve added swimming for the aerobics, which according to my doctor played a big part in my set-back not being as intense as it could have been.

So being in fairly good condition aided me in my rehabilitation and I consider myself at about 75% of where I was pre-November.

Hurry Up and Wait

In November, after I was diagnosed, my physician told me to lay off the weights for awhile. That was a bit of a shock.

You see, I began weight training around the age of 14 after earning my first-ever paycheck of $21.67 as a dishwasher at a local restaurant. With the proceeds I made an initial investment of $21.14 in my health; a 110 lb. Joe Weider weight set. Probably the best investment I ever made.

Until five years ago that set was still complete. I mistakenly loaned all but one 20 lb dumbbell to someone whom I considered a friend. To shorten the story, he was evicted and disappeared. So did my weights. Lesson learned.

For the next phase of life I want to take advantage of what I have heard referred to as the “life-enhancing benefits” of yoga?

Yoga Is Healthy Living

Since I write a blog about healthy living for baby boomers, I thought I’d, once again, practice what I write about. One of the aspects I research and write about is relieving stress and everyone I know who practices Yoga regularly seems to have their stress levels under control. They seem to be so at peace. I want to taste that.

My shoulder requires gentle stretching exercises for rehab and it appears Yoga is the key for me to create vitality, strength and flexibility.

Baby Boomers and Yoga

Baby Boomers, myself included, can benefit from Yoga as a well travelled path to health and vitality, by staying involved in life and taking action to stay healthy.

By making yoga part of my daily routine, I hope to develop and maintain fitness and a relaxed attitude that will have me enjoying every minute to the fullest.

I’ll keep you posted from time to time on my progress. Wish me luck.

Namaste,

CK Dillon

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Hey, how’s it going?

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Watched any TV lately?

Heck, I used to be one of those people who proudly bragged to anyone who would listen; “I don’t watch TV.”

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After one such announcement I was stunned when this woman said to me, “Hmmph, so you one of them smug bastards who too gooooood to watch tv.”

“Huh?” I questioned, caught off guard, “Well, um, yeah.”

Had a ton of reasons not to watch, all patterned to fit the situation of the moment. “I’m too busy.” “It’s mind-numbing drivel.” “Has nothing to do with my ‘getting ahead.’” “Personally . . . (pause for effect, while simultaneously rubbing chin) . . . I pursue more intellectual pursuits, per se.”

Your turn to say, “Huh?”

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Well, that was then

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Television has come a long way since she pounced. We now have multiple choices and thousand inch screens that bathe us in whatever information we choose to wallow in.

Ever notice that even though we have 500 channels to choose from, we still watch the same 5 or 6 channels religiously? Hmmm.

And even though I’ve beaten around the proverbial bush, this is a health related article.

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Today’s article is about, The Doctor Oz Show.

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My mom brought up yet again how I’ve shared my stuff with others most of my life, beginning with when I traded my new snow boots to Melvin Lee. I was in grammar school, probably third grade.

It was late 50’s. Mid-winter, lower Michigan, 3 feet of snow.

He only had one left boot and a sob-story. I bought into it. We traded for my two new boots, and for some reason I assumed mom would just run out and buy me another pair.

Imagine my surprise when I proudly announced, while displaying the lone left boot, “Melvin only had one boot, so I traded him for mine.”

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“You did What!” she said, as I witnessed a 360º neck spin way before .

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Who knew moms didn’t just “run out” and re-spend money on things they’d already bought. To his credit, Melvin brought me another left boot after mom called his mom. Seems he lost mine too.

Fast forward (tv term), fifty-plus years later, and I still have the trait. I love to share, and here’s my latest contribution to the cause.

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Tip:

Presbyopia = older eyes. (I have two of those) That’s not the original tip, but Doctor Oz just taught it, and I caught it.

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The Dr. Oz show comes on in my area at 11pm every weeknight. I’m on the East Coast.

If you’re at all concerned about your health, or know anyone who may need the information, (we all do) you really should take an hour and watch his show. Only one challenge. It can become addicting.

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Information: The Drug of Choice

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The Dr. Oz show is informative to a fault and entertaining to . . . boot. His laid back manner of teaching us about our health is great. That’s the only way I can say it. I learn something every night I watch his show.

If you are not watching Dr. Oz, you are doing yourself a disservice. But hey, if you do watch it and decide it’s not for you I’ll bet you know someone who watches TV; someone who needs the information.

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Couch Potatoes Untie! er . . . Unite!

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So let’s all share. Give someone a gift of health. Watching the Dr. Oz show is like being in an accelerated health and wellness class. You learn, you laugh, you get healthier, just by watching tv.

How easy is that?

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There’s Hope Yet!

When things seemed out of control, my granddad was known to say, “There’s hope yet!”

On Monday morning my cell phone rang at about 10 am, during my commute. I like to think  I was in the Caldecott Tunnel, awake, when it rang, but in retrospect, that’s more likely me trying to make my story more dramatic.

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The caller was my respiratory specialist, who’d kind of

become a friend, and he sounded excited. He said, “Charles, I’ve got good news, bad news and good news. How soon can you be here, and which do you want to hear first?”

Swerving to take the exit, I said, “The bad news, I’d prefer to end this chat with good news.” “Ok,” he said, “here’s the bad news. There’s no cure for what you have . . .” Silence.

Surprisingly, my life did not flash before my eyes, so I said, “And the good news . . . ?”

“We’ve finally gotten a handle on what you’ve got. Your lung biopsy revealed that you have a rare disease called Sarcoidosis.” I could actually hear him smiling.

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“Say what? Leave it to me to get a rare disease that can’t be cured?”

But still hopeful, I said, “Alright Doc, what’s the other good news, this first piece does not fit with my plan to live past a hundred and ten.”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said cheerfully. Doc knew my plan to be a hundred and ten was important to me. I promised myself when I was 6 that I’d live at least 110 years.

“I can’t promise you a hundred and ten, but I wouldn’t rule out ninety. We can get your Sarcoidosis under control with steroids.” More silence on his part, and now mine. I told you he was good.

I’m thinking, ” Sarcoidosis? Steroids?”

Ok, I was a pretty consistent weight lifter before the illness and Doc knew it. I was familiar with some of the horror stories about steroids . . .

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. . . and he must have read my mind because he said, “Not that kind of steroid Charles, so when can you get in here?”

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See Part 8. There’s Hope Yet

See 10 Revenge? . . . Nah! Just Triumph!

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My illness was her pain

The following Saturday, after “crack rumor” week, was a mandatory work day. Forced overtime, the company called it. The money’s good, but I’d rather have slept in.

That commute was the longest 65 miles of solitude I ever drove.

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I awoke on the daybed and climbed, or rather rolled off onto the floor. By now I was in pain and stiff all the time. I showered, dressed, went to the door, looked back at my wife and was about to say , “see ya tonight.”

I froze in my steps and asked, “What’s up honey? Why are you looking at me like that?”

She said, “Nothing,” and gave me a slightly tighter hug than I normally got before I left for work. I tried to joke, “Oh no! Not the nothing!” She didn’t smile.

I couldn’t read the look on her face as she handed me my jacket and said, “See you tonight, be careful.” It wasn’t like she was frightened. She wasn’t crying, frowning or anything I could put my finger on.

Then it dawned on me. Her look said she was resigned to the possibility, or maybe even convinced, that I wasn’t going to be around

much longer. I have to admit I’d felt the same at times and had dealt with a ton of despair, but had to keep positive.

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I said, “It’ll be alright. I’ll beat this. I promise.”

Problem was, I had another promise to keep. I was nowhere near 110 years old, and I’d promised my six-year-old self that I’d live at least that long.

I’ve never been a quitter and wasn’t about to give up, but I was exhausted with being ill.

Honestly, looking back, that day began as the lowest point in my life, before or since. That was when I realized how taxing this whole thing was on my wife. She was a trooper but it was wearing on her.

I was emotional all the way to work. One minute laughing at fate, that I’d be leaving my family behind. The next minute, crying, the next, pissed.

Fellow commuters, if they happened to glance my way would have thought I’d lost it. And I did for a while. Hell, I deserved to lose it.

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I must have ticked off one mini-van-mama in particular, because she pulled alongside me one mile from entering the tunnel and stopped applying eye-liner long enough to give me the middle finger salute.

I think she thought I was shaking my fist at her, when I was railing at my circumstances.

See Part 6. That’s What Friends Are For

See 8. The trip home was better.

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My Symptoms

Lethargy consumed me. I could not wait for the others to go off-campus to lunch, which I always refused, because I needed to sneak in a nap.

This was unusual behavior for me, because at the time I was an active, athletic, health conscious, 40-something, 130 mile a-day commuter, who played Racquetball every day at lunch-time and had plans to celebrate my 110th birthday.

Suddenly I’m sleeping all the time? Something ain’t right!

I’d sleep through lunch, stay late and sleep for a couple of hours, but not charge over-time. My supervisor thought he was getting extra work out of me, for free. Hah! As the ex-prez, (you know who you are) has been known to say, “Not gonna happen!”

The reason I mention the commute aspect is because it was during one such commute that I began to suspect something was terribly wrong.

That day I had worked the 10 am – 6 pm shift. After contributing a much needed few hours of nap time, I’d left work around 8:30 pm.

For many years my route on the commute home was to drive west on highway 580, to 13, to east 24, through the Caldecott Tunnel in Orinda, Ca. I used to jokingly say I could do it in my sleep.

I must say it was a bit of a surprise, when I actually did it.

The first time it happened, I drove into the tunnel in the fast lane, as usual. I noticed a big, brown, Ford Crown Vic’ next to me in the right lane. It was veering real close to the center line, so I eased to my left just a little bit. Figured he was probably afraid of hitting the outside railing and would prefer to tangle with me in my little commuter.

Next thing I remember, I looked up and had traveled about a half-mile beyond the tunnel, still in the fast lane. I remember swerving slightly toward where the Ford should have been, but it was nowhere to be found. Did I dream the Ford part? I can’t say.

Realistically, I must have gone into a zone of some sort, still holding on to a consciousness, but as far as I was concerned, I had fallen asleep.

After that first time, it happened many nights in a row. It got to the point to where I looked forward to it, and yes I know that’s crazy, but I craved the rest.

Every night for weeks I was God’s co-pilot. Something else had to be lighting my path. Like clockwork I’d wake up a half-mile out of the tunnel, roll down a window, take a breath and thank God I made it.

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It became my new normal.

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See Part 1. Living With Sarcoidosis

See Part 2. What’s Wrong With This Picture! I’m Not Lazy!”

See Part 3. My Symptoms

See Part 4. My New Normal

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Today’s article is the first in a series about a disease, Sarcoidosis, that hits more than close to home with me. It’s something I’ve lived with every day for the past 15 years.

Hope I do it justice.

Here’s My Story.

Early fall, nineteen-ninety-five, was to be an extreme and lonely period in my life. After being ill for several months during the summer, I was diagnosed with something called Sarcoidosis.

Initially told by a specialist that the disease affected mainly African Americans and Scandinavians, I quickly realized I had no one to talk with who could relate to what I was going through.

I didn’t know any other African Americans who had been diagnosed, and I didn’t know any Scandinavians, period.

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My close friends listened and lent a sympathetic ear when I needed it, but they couldn’t feel me, so to speak. I imagine that’s what it’s like with most serious diseases.

Here’s a big “Thank You!” to all of you who participate in various support groups.

When I was first diagnosed, there was very little information on the web, or anywhere else about Sarcoidosis. I’d spread the word whenever the opportunity presented itself, but most people just couldn’t relate. And frankly, my knowledge was limited.

Fast-forward to this decade and the disease is no longer obscure. I’ve come to realize many other African Americans were right there with me, waging the battle against an enemy unidentified.

Those who came before weren’t known as pioneers. They were referred to in a less endearing light. “He’s Lazy with a capital L,” was something I used to hear a lot about a certain older gentleman, “he’s always been lazy.” Lethargy is a common symptom of Sarcoidosis. Maybe “old dude” wasn’t just “lazy.”

One of my earliest symptoms was lethargy. Friends and co-workers had always known me to be energetic, but suddenly I’d hear whispers, “he’s always real tired lately.”

At that time, in nineteen-ninety-five, my symptoms were a “Charles only” problem. I didn’t want to be tired, or as some would feel, “lazy,” I just couldn’t help it.

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See Part 2.  . What’s Wrong With This Picture!  I’m Not Lazy!”

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This is for all the “real men” out there who don’t get check-ups.

How often do we, or someone we know, get a headache, complain about blurred vision or feel like we need a quick pick-me-up? Usually we’ll take an aspirin, apply eye drops, gulp down an energy drink, etc., anything to make us feel better, if only temporarily.

These remedies, for the most part, are effective. But when our home remedies don’t correct the ailment we may need to get another opinion. A professional opinion . . . like, hmmmm, maybe a doctor’s?

That’s where, for many in our community, and I’m guilty of it too, the buck stops. We, especially men, tend to do it later; we’ll get around to it or say, “I know how I feel.” Until one of the women in our lives says something, or puts her foot down, we will do nothing.

Yes, I have used excuses instead of handling my business too . . . until I had a rather serious ailment that I initially tried to treat with cough drops, etc.

After my wife insisted that what I was doing wasn’t working, I had to consult with a doctor. Now I have to say, that method is not good enough. We really need to get a handle on our health and become pro-active.

Today’s article is a brief run-down of symptoms of Diabetes. These symptoms usually develop over a short period of time and may seem minor at first.

Some Symptoms of Type 1 Diabetes

• Constant or Increased hunger, even after a good meal.
• Significant or Unexplained loss of Weight
• Increased thirst
• Frequent or increased urination
• Blurred vision
• Extreme fatigue
• Dry mouth.
• Headaches.
• An additional symptom of Type 1 Diabetes: loss of consciousness; rare but very serious.

Treatment:

People with Type 1 diabetes must take insulin for the remainder of their lives. If a person has type 1 diabetes and is not diagnosed and treated, they can lapse into a coma or worse.

Some Symptoms of Type 2 Diabetes are the same symptoms as Type 1, but also include:

• Feeling ill
• Frequent infections
• Slow-healing wounds
• Frequent yeast infections
• Itchy skin around the vagina and groin area, that is not cured by thrush medication.
• Weight gain.
• Decreased vision
• Impotency.
• Boils (higher blood sugar levels provide food for bacteria)
• Evidence of bruising
• Acanthosis nigricans: Light-brown-to-black, velvety, rough areas, or increased skin markings on the back and sides of the neck, armpits and in the groin.

Treatment:

• Until recently, Type 2 diabetes typically developed in people who were middle aged and could usually be controlled by diet and drugs. In some cases people may have to take insulin as well. Type 2 diabetes is rapidly becoming detectable in children as young as adolescent.

To contact the National Diabetes Education Program (NDEP) for more resources on preventing and/or controlling diabetes:

• Call 1-888-693-6337
• Website: Http://YourDiabetesInfo.org.

Information for this article was researched an adapted from information including but not limited to the following:

• National Institute of Diabetes and Digestive and Kidney Diseases.
• National Diabetes Statistics, 2007. Bethesda, MD:
• U.S. Department of Health and Human Services,
• National Institutes of Health 2008: http://diabetes.niddk.nih.gov/dm/pubs/statistics/

Hope this article helps in some way. If you are experiencing any of these symptoms on a regular basis, quit “being a man” and get yourself checked out.

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