i found an old book today called “Nursing in the Home’” book from 1928, 12th edition, written by some doctor in Buffalo. it has turned out to be 500 pages of the oddest, nonsensical things i have read in some time. its interesting though.
according to the book: indigestion and other digestion problems ‘..cause the following derangements…”: acne, pimples, bad breath, asthma, anaemia, cold hand/feet, nervousness, headaches, mental depression, insomnia, nightmares, and about 15 other illnesses.
there is a whole chapter on treatments using electricity as therapy, like running ‘High Frequency Oscillating Currents’ through people for things like indigestion, dizziness, and eliminating asthma (so it says). the pictures of the machines look like something out of “House on Haunted Hill”.
it talks about alcoholism, more morally than medically - ….”To search for force in alcohol is, to my mind, equivalent to the act of seeking for the sun in subterranean gloom until all is night.” wtf kind of home care medical book reads like that?
the whole book is just a trip to read. its just amazing how far medicine and health care has come since then.
today was a sunshines, rainbows, and jujubes kinda day.
nothing special, but nothing catastrophic either, for a change.
i was feeling the karma.
and that makes it a good day for me.
i even have a day off tomorrow.
i have not had a day off in so long, i’m not quite sure what to do with myself. there is plenty to do, i’m just so A.D.D. and unsure where to start where to start.
it hard when things that once mattered so much to you, things you could not have lived with out, things that defined who you thought you were for so long…hold so very little meaning or interest to you anymore.
im completely starting from scratch, at 25.most seem to be picking up and moving forward, im just stuck in neutral, with next to nothing to show for it and not a clue what the hell to do.
cant i just sleep through it all?
hot tea and white powdered donuts = a yummmy breakfast
They are putting Chewie (my cat) on Prozac.
The vet says he is having anxiety issues and is possible depressed.
Thats the reason he has been misbehaving and acting odd.
I wish I was making this up.
Figures it would be my cat.
“A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
“An intellectual is someone whose mind watches itself.”
“But what is happiness except the simple harmony between a man and the life he leads? “
“Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.”
“To be happy we must not be too concerned with others.”
Albert Camus” —
i wish the rain would juststop already. im all for nice rainy days when im at home, curled up in bed with a Fred and Ginger movie, but four days of it? its just depressing.