Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Good health is to be cherished

Despite taking Multi-vitamins and Cold FX religiously every day for the past five years, and getting my flu shot every year, last month I came down with one of the most miserable colds I've had in a long time.  It started with a little tickle in my throat, which quickly moved into my chest, producing globs of yellow phlegm big enough to choke a horse.  I called my family doc and he prescribed an antibiotic, which I took as instructed.  I did start to feel better, but the cough never left and this past weekend the tickle in my throat returned.  Thinking I would turn to more "spa" based therapies this time around, I booked myself in for a manual lymphatic drainage treatment, which will usually end an oncoming cold dead in it's tracks.  This was the same day that I started my preparation for my "I'm 50, let the fun begin" colonoscopy purge.  Well these two things do not go well together.  I went from feeling OK, with a little tickle in my throat to feeling like I'd been run over by a truck multiple times.  I suspect some people avoid colon cancer screening because of the somewhat invasive procedure, but let me tell you - that part is nothing compared to the preparation - 2 days of cleaning out the colon, liquids only.  At least for the invasive part you're sedated and pretty much out of it.  Well, today is the morning after, and while I'm starting to feel somewhat human again, I couldn't help but think that my little 3 day ordeal with a blip in my normally healthy life is nothing compared to the battles that many people struggle through for years.  Take care of your health.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Kissy, Kissy - Make love, not war.
For some strange reason recently, a great deal of my brain's CPU time has been spent thinking about the foolishness of war.  I think it started slipping into this train of thought around Remembrance Day when CBC radio aired a program debating the merit's of November 11th as a day of national reflection.  I don't think I actually caught the program, but I did listen to several callers who had left messages on both sides of the argument.  Of course there are those who believe that Remembrance Day is all about the sacrifice made by the young men and women who give their lives for their country.  But then there are those who think that this day of reflection can actually be interpreted as war mongering - aggrandizing and encouraging combat as the best way to assert good over evil.  While I don't really want to wander into that debate, I can declare that it seems to me that we humans were either given or evolved to a condition whereby we had one attribute that truly set us apart from all other living beings - the gift of communication.  And so it seems strange to me, that while we can separate ourselves from all the other species by exclusively claiming "civilized" or "sentient" as characteristics that set us apart, we have failed to use this one truly distinguishing characteristic to avoid violence and destruction on a massive scale as a means to settle our differences, whether it be a fight over resources, or a lack of understanding or tolerance for diversity.  What a shame.  By the way Vatican, can you explain why you need to sue Benetton?

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Waiting for their 15 minutes of fame
This past Saturday, I had the day to myself and wasn't really sure how I was going to use it.  As fate would have it, a friend passed me on the highway and asked me what I was doing.  She was on her way to the Royal Winter Agricultural Fair in Toronto and that was all I needed to help me decide to meet her there.  I think I may have been to the Royal years and years ago as a child when my dad owned some Charolais cattle and we were showing.  More recently, an equestrian enthused guest invited David and I to join her at one of the equestrian events, which was quite entertaining.  But this year, I wondered into the cow and horse barns in behind the main exhibit halls where you get to see all of the country folks working with their animals in preparation for the competitions.  I ran into a few people from my neck of the woods, and had a good look around.  It's quite comical to see these rough and tumble farm guys fluffing and blow drying their cow's tails in preparation for the judging.  All in all it was an enjoyable day in the city immersed in the country.