Sometimes I get philosophical at birthdays about the whole aging thing. I used to see birthdays as milestones along the road of life. Now I have a bunch of milestones behind me, and birthdays look more like a countdown.
It really hit home when I was thinking about dropping off the board of the Georgia Chiropractic Association last year for the first time in my career. At one time such an action would seem sacrilegious to me, but now I am involved in so many things that I am overcommitted. What really hit me hard about this decision was the realization that I am no longer building my resume. That realization was far more profound than it might seem on the surface.
One might look at life like a missile being fired from a launching pad. At first, it gains a lot of speed and altitude with very impressive noise and smoke. At some point it reaches its zenith and levels off. When you think about it, it is all downhill from there. And so what was when I realized I was no longer building my resume. Had I reach my zenith? Is it all downhill from here? How far from here is the site of my crash?
That joyous time of the year is upon us. Beginning irritatingly early, as usual, the bells reverberate wherever we go. The brown and orange of fall are gradually replaced by the crimson and green in festive displays.
I heard a pre-Christmas sermon from Dr. Bruce Morgan, Pastor Emeritus at First Baptist Church here in Griffin years ago that stayed with me because it has such a powerful message. He painted one of his word pictures of the orchestra playing the music of the season, reaching through the air with a message of joy and hope. He admonished, however, that if you listen closely enough, through all of the bells, horns, violins, cellos, and percussion, you may hear the singular melancholy song of the French horn.
Question: I saw an old basketball player put something on his back on television, and he claims that it cured his back pain. What is it? Does it work?
There seems to be a new trend in advertising when it comes to healthcare. New drugs are approved by the FDA and then find themselves in commercials directly marketed to you, bypassing the traditional route that includes a prescribing physician. For example, how many times a day do you hear a commercial about a purple pill, or an ad about a pill to make you stop smoking, or that nauseating geriatric musical group that plays in the background while you hear about erectile dysfunction?
A recent addition to the commercial bombardment features the aging athlete (a basketball player, I think, but I just don't keep up with sports that use round balls) with an instrument he claims will cure your back pain. He places it on his supposedly aching back and says it is as good as what you will get in your doctor's office. What exactly is he peddling?
Halloween is near. It brings uncountable empty calories into our lives. And it is only the beginning. Time seems to accelerate at this season, and Thanksgiving will be here before we know it. Following that is the entire Christmas season, then the celebration of New Year's Day. Of course, the entire football season invites gluttony, and it will last well into January. Consequently, we are all about to run a gauntlet of 3 ½ months of culinary temptation.
Cardiac units normally see a spike in admissions at this time of the year. The overeating that occurs on Thanksgiving frequently puts some people over the edge of what their heart can tolerate as blood flow shifts to accommodate a bloated G.I. tract. Subclinical underlying coronary disease will then tend to rear its head and ruin a holiday, or worse.
"Or last message is to the Americans. Soon we will be in direct confrontation, and the Sons of Islam have prepared for such a day. So watch, for we are with you." —Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, self-proclaimed Caliph of ISIS
It was a beautiful, clear 11th day of September 2001 when it all started. I still remember the patient I was seeing that morning and the appearance of her lumbar films. As the day progressed, people told us more about what they'd seen on the news.
The recollection of the beautiful clear day reminds me of the reminiscence of survivors of Pearl Harbor. It was beautiful that day, too. It is as though the beauty of the day nature's God intended stands in stark contrast to the impending ugliness of black smoke raping a blue sky.
The weather is changing. We cannot really complain about a long, hot, miserable summer, because we did not really have one. It was pretty mild as summers go here in Georgia. Nevertheless, you may have noticed that the air is crispy and cool in the mornings and not so hot in the afternoon nowadays.
There are some alarmists who have cried about global warming, but since the globe is demonstrably not warming, we have had to change the reason for alarm to "climate change." Apparently, we are experiencing a predicted annual "climate change." We call it "autumn."
This is a great time to begin your new walking campaign. Your joints need exercise. Your muscles need exercise. Your vascular system needs exercise. And now, new research suggests that your psyche benefits from exercise as well.