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I read the article where the dad was given ginger for dry heaves. My husband is on dialysis and having dry heaves. How much ginger did you give your dad and was it ground or in a capsule.. I sure hope it works . It is so heartbreaking formy husband to be so sick. Never vomits just dry heaves. He has to go to bed after. I pray this ends his problems and thank you so much for sharing0 -
Love these two guys.
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Sas: I'm so sorry! I wasn't meaning to blow off your question about laptops. I got a "System Model HP ProBook 450 G4"--the business model with the hard case as I'm hard on my toys. It's got 8 GB of RAM and here's the specs for the processor(s): Intel(R) Core(TM) i7-7500U CPU @ 2.70GHz, 2904 Mhz, 2 Core(s), 4 Logical Processor(s). The backlit keyboard is a bit distracting (I've been able to touchtype for years) but it handles streaming media like a dream.
What else do you need to know?
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5792 - Ginger tea will be a good start. A cup of that settles the nauseous stomach. There is also fresh ginger but just a shaving off that and into the water to simmer like a tea. I used it that way long ago when cancer was very active and I felt sick daily. Always worked.
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Lover - I get where your Mom was coming from as I imagine the dirty clothes she was going to have to wash.
AND I get where you were/are coming from - the joy and beauty of the moment.
The joy and beauty of the moment is hard to surrender to when you feel a weight of responsibility.
I find it hard as a Mom now to see past the dirty clothes.
I loathe the current social media mania for making slime. DD forever watching a YouTube and taking the glue, washing up liquid, fabric conditioner whatever she thinks she needs, and me opening a cupboard or lifting a cushion to find a pot of her "satisfying" slime tipping out, and all the glue or whatever gone.
But your love of dancing in the rain reminded me so much of snow.
Snow. It is rare here. Most winters we do not see any. But very occasionally we get a heavy one. Such a thrill. I still feel that way, thrilled and awed at the sight of it.
My mother hates snow. Whenever, as a child, I said something about the snow she said "people die in the snow".
She is right, of course, they do.
But I still loved snow, and additionally gained from my Mum a sneaking feeling that I must be a bad person for doing so. (BTW my Mum is the greatest...she just happened to hate snow).
A few years ago we had two successive winters with big snows.
On one of these occasions I was walked from my house into a nearby lane that has about 10 houses. Snow was about welly boot deep and it was still snowing.
As I waded into the lane I realised I was the first person out.
There were no prints, no one out yet. There was no wind and it was snowing all around me.
I had no camera and thought briefly about going back to get one, but decided it was better to stay there and just experience.
I stood still, surrounded by the softly fallen snow, like I was the only person in the world. It is one of a handful of supremely beautiful moments I have experienced.
After that I realised that the snow is like the sea. It is beautiful, and dangerous. The two things are not mutually exclusive. It must be respected. It is perilous. That doesn't take away from its beauty.
I realised that I had started to pass my Mum's fear of snow on to the kids, every time they had said it was beautiful I was saying "people die in the snow" but this first association was my Mum's, not mine. My first thought about snow is the same as my childrens - that it is beautiful.
I get that different life experiences bring different views, maybe if you work on a trawler you might always see the ocean as danger to be respected before the beauty.
and as for slime I am never going to get the beauty of the moment on that.
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Morning Owlies Quiet few days. Now we are back to the cold. Socks, pants, nightgown, winter coat, ski hat from the 80's. Sometimes I think pictures of how we dress inside the house to keep warm would be really funny. I know I certainly looked funny.
5792, ginger for a dialysis patient on fluid restriction. 1 tsp in 1-2 oz of water. In working towards a Macrobiotic diet. I found it simpler to think of the Asian diet where the concentration is animal protein is reduced, increasing vegetables, Udon noodles, burdock root etc.
If something like milk is desired two options. Goats milk. But the brand is really important. We have a brand available that isn't to bad. The first time I bought a different brand that came in a can ewehhhhhhhh. It smelled like a sweaty old foot. Second option, is to make rice milk. Uncle Bens boiled till it was very mushy. Blenderize it with some of the boiled water. good for several day. No preservatives. Can be used for baking. Both mom and dad preferred it plain, but can be sweetened or vanilla added.
The dialysis patient has to watch sooooooo many electrolytes, protein, calcium, phosphorus, salt etc. The diet can be very tough.
I found a list of measurements of all the above in on of my macrobiotic books. I still have the list 30 years later. I would use the list to figure out what to feed my dad.
The absolutely free food that I kept on hand for treats was Pine nuts. They' re tasty and he could munch them without restriction.
Another very odd thing was the Macrobiotic diet recommended that the meal should be started with a salty soup. I cringed at that, but then realized that Asian soups aren't salty they' re always a well balanced soup i.e salted, but balanced. The concept was that this prepared the stomach for digestion. I took the risk and did the soup, a few oz's. My thought was IF the diet was to be trusted, it had to be followed as recommended. Of course, my fear was the soup would contribute to volume overload. It didn't. The diet in total with him cheating lead to reduced volume removed and all his lab value's came back within normal limits. It was so shocking.
BTW is your hubby totally not producing urine or does he still produce some urine. It does make a difference. My dad was still producing some urine.
Back to the list of food components. The book is "Macrobiotics- The Universal Way to Health and Happiness" by Michio Kushi. The food list is in the back.
I could mail a copy if you can't find the book.
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Lover, so appreciating all the music selections. Beautiful settings so enhance the music.
Queenie, no problem on time, Thank you. Thank you. I'll pass it on to my nephew. He will be doing the work of the buying.
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Hi All - I've got to remember this thread - I was up all night long again - with bladder and pain issues - At least I didn't go on a spending spree like last time. When I logged on - it went to the middle of the posts and everyone was talking about pressure cookers - how our MOM's used them - brought back some pleasant memories...
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Back to YouScript. I went back in a played with it. The changes aren't as bad as I thought. It's useful, but isn't as easy to use as it was before.
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Sas - I have many of those books, I go on kicks.
You guys are reminding me of my mom and the rain. AFTER the rain she would send us out to play barefoot in the puddles and in the yard. But BEFORE it rained, forget about it! She had this thing about lightning. Open windows were a no. Playing in water, showering, washing dishes all NO. She was stung by lightning a few times as I have been for doing stupid stuff like washing metal pots in front of an open window during a storm. Like you said, FelingFeline - respect goes hand in hand w the beauty of nature. She respected pressure cookers too, hahaha.
Last night I wanted to get out of bed and write a story about the Dammed Dog but I didn't - stayed put and it is etched into my brain. So going to write it now and post in my blog. I will bring the post back here when done. Dammed Dog!
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When my great aunt was young, her family was sitting around the table eating dinner (lunch) with the window open because it was hot. Lightning came thru the window, hit her brother's fork, transformed into a ball of fire which went all around the room and back out the window. She never touched metal in a storm again. What do you do about innerspring mattresses?
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In our town a friend's mom had a twin sister when she was young. On Saturdays they took turns helping with breakfast. The other would sleep in or read. Lightning came through the window to the iron bed and killed the twin sister. I had wondered it if it was the mattress metals or the bed.
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On a lighter note, I wrote my first blog story in a long long time. New story. Happened last night.
DAMNED BIRDSEED
The title of this post is Damn Dog #3 or #14. He is just attempting to deflect blame onto the birdseed.
The Damn Dog is named Danny Boy. He is a Newfoundland, black in colour with a white strip in his chest and tummy fur. And four white polka-spotted feet. He has a recessive Irish-spotted colouration. And he weights around one hundred and sixty pounds.
Quite cute. Until last evening.
I was watching television and playing scrabble with friends. Hubby was entranced in watching television and just being Hubby. The damn dog was in the living room but his head was in the kitchen. I suppose he was watching for the new mouse resident that keeps trying to get into his sealed metal can of dog food.
Point being - damn dog did not ask to go outside. He was allegedly oblivious to what was about to happen.
By the way. Danny Boy speaks with an Irish brogue.
"Too early for the mouse. Gonna take another nap," he said as he stood up, walking past my chair heading toward the hallway.
He stopped and sniffed the carpet. I sniffed the air. He sniffed the air. He turned around and gingerly walked to the front of my footstool and looked down, sniffing. "Oh duck-a-doodle-dooo," he crooned."Did I do that?"
I looked at the carpet by my chair and said, "What the hell IS that?!"
Damn dog said,"Duck! More just hit the carpet, I don't feel a thing."
"Hell, it looks like a pile of leaves or something here on the floor. What IS that mess?" I took off my reading glasses for a better look.
"And there's more of it here," the damned dog said, tiptoeing to the other side of the footstool. "Is this what birdseed does to you?"
"It's BIRDSEED," I howled loud enough for Hubby to hear me. "He pooped out BIRDSEED!"
"Legitimately, no," the dog said, "It just fell out of me. See, no poop in any pile. I didn't even squat."
"Damn dog!" I said.
"True, still, I smell only the faintest hint of poop and I'm the dog with the nose."
"God damned dog!" Hubby said.
"Oh glory, here we go. I'll be in my corner of the hall."
"No! Danny Boy," I told him, "Outside."
"Best idea yet." He tiptoed toward the deck door. "You don't want me to keep walking through it like this, do you?"
Hubby had now taken in the extent of the damage to the carpet and my beautiful winter blanket trailing on the floor from the footstool. "God damn dog. He was eating birdseed again."
"In my defense," the dog said as his collar was attached to the lead on the deck with the fervour of a noose, "I didn't know it could just fall out of your a*#, undigested."
"OUT" Hubby said. "And don't eat any more birdseed."
"It's all on the carpet now."
"No eating snow either!"
"Birds must have a turbo digestive system if I can't even digest it."
If Hubby had not just cleaned the poop yard and all was fine, then I would have been worried.
Dog went outside. Hubby got the garage broom and dustpan. I turned on the ceiling fan and covered my nose. But there really wasn't much aroma since this birdseed had cleared his intestines without poop or slime coming along.
I waited for Hubby, poor Hubby, to clean it up and be in a little better mood before I asked the real questions here.
"So, how did he get to so much birdseed on the deck?"
"He scarfed it off the table. I put birdseed on the table for birds that don't want to use the feeder or baskets."
The table in question has sawed off legs. "Birdseed at his chin level?"
"I tell him not to eat snow and not to eat birdseed. He still does."
Imagine that.
I ask, as a wife of thirty-eight years now, how many times and ways can a woman say do not leave the dog outside unattended when snow or birdseed are present. Or blue racer snakes or wild skunks, both of which are another story. And do not leave birdseed in great amounts at the dog's chin level. How many times and ways? Don't torture yourself with that one. It is one hundred and thirty-two-ish.
So the birdseed that fell out of my damn dog's arse by two cupsful was all swept up. Carpet was sprayed with a disinfectant essential oil. Dog was allowed back into the house but had to stay where we could see him. I barely slept, just waiting for more birdseed to fall out of you know where.
http://www.womens-fiction.com/humor/damn-birdseed/
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Hahhahahaahhhh so much fun
Once when Max was a pup, Dad --Greg took him for a walk. They showed back at the house totally covered in head to toe and tail in mud. They had to be hosed off. Story was the pup took a slide down the ravine and dad went to save him. The ravines were known for slippery slopes.
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I love Danny Boy.
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Love and Dying
we find
we share
we thought
we did together
we then drifted
we then held
we then loved again
we then parted
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Wren and Bluebird, what amazing lightning stories - WOW.
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Bluebird, loved the story
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Miss Blue, why what an amazing time saver you have discovred! No more slogging about in inclement weather to fill the bird feeders.... just fill the dog and let him loose!
😂
💜 Danny Boy!
waving 👋 big "hello" to all my dear sisters and our new friends too,
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thanks guys - and Shepkitty, um nnoooooooooooooo that is a very bad idea. hahahahaha
You just reminded me of a fall in the snow.
My second to last fall was into a huge snowdrift at the neighbor's. I went over to fill their bird feeder, they are elderly. And I fell onto my butt in a huge soft snowdrift under the feeder. Couldn't get up for longest time, and so then I got to laughing so hard I couldn't get up, just imagining if they looked out the window in kitchen and saw me floundering and I'd be out there yelling I'm okay, don't come out, I'm okay. I finally got up and they didn't see me. Soft place to land but hell to get out of when you're in to your neck.
which reminded me of the last hard fall.
You just want to do a selfie video at that moment to prove what happened. Some may recall the story about the time I got into it with a huge furniture moving wagon in our barn. Just moved there, in barn alone and getting ready for a barn sale. I noticed the wagon had a rope on one end for a pulling handle. I thought as I picked up a stack of books, don't want to get tripped up in the rope. And so I did. Got my ankle stuck in it, started hopping on one leg across the concrete floor and fell onto my side and the wagon had gained momentum and slammed into my left side and ran over my leg. Ow, it hurt. I grabbed my pocket for my phone. It was in truck outside. I wanted to just lay there and let Hubby find me and pick me up but the numb bruising and swelling told me I'd better move because this was really going to hurt in a few minutes. Hubby was walking down drive when I got out of barn, just got home from work. I needed a lot of ice and pain killers that week. btw, we shot the wagon.
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Rljes welcome here. Come often
Wren and feline. WOW those lightening stories are scary.
Blue, funny. Is Danny Boy happy that his poop has been immortalized?
65 degrees in the house, Hoping not much lower. I hate to waste energy, but there are limits.
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Now 65 outside. Opened house to air since it's same inside and out. Put another layer on. Apologies to anyone who is in the real cold. Sorry
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It's snowing here still. Hubby told Danny Boy in wrote very bad things about him.
Shepkitty, Hubby laughed so hard when I told him your idea.
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Blue, thank you for another hilarious story about Danny Boy. Love that innocent face. He couldn't help himself. Poor baby.
Mitzy was naughty this evening. She tricked me! She asked to be let out to the backyard where she normally does her business. As soon as she got out she started chasing some poor creature (not sure if it was a car or squirrel). Completely ignored me when I told her to leave whatever it was alone. She had no interest in going peeing. I was being conned. That little brat! Here she is judging me silently for making her wear my scarf
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Ms. Sas, love the song. DH likes it also. Thank you. It's cold in our house too as the furnace is broken. Thank God for fireplaces. Do you have to bundle up like this in Florida too?
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Feline, yes, snow is beautiful too. I think I understand your joy. DD2 went through a phase of making slime also. They were everywhere
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Good morning all. Been up most of the night. No real reason I can figure. Just awake. So I thought I’d pop in and say hello. I hate not sleeping. Only good thing about it this time is I’m off work tomorrow due to snow (I don’t see any yet but they say it’s coming) so I can sleep during the day. I’ll cat nap with the cat. Who, by the way, is sleeping soundly next to me on the bed. Sigh.
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