For those of you around the world, who may not be familiar with the English word 'hippie' I will describe it for you as follows;
hippie; (definition); a person of the late 1960's, who rejected establishment institutions and values and sought spontaneity, direct personal relations, expressing love, and expanded conciousness, often expressed externally in the wearing of casual, folksy, clothing and beads, headbands, and used garments, etc.
"A hippie is like a pair of jeans. They never die...they just fade away." Unknown
At the age of 65 in 2010, I am very familiar with the hippies; the yippies and the zippies of the 1960's, M-A-A-N! But, this piece is not about hippies...it's about beads, and how they can save your life, etc.
The year 2009, was not a good year for me (healthwise), as I took a terrible fall; I spent about 12 hours in the emergency room; and later that year, I spent two days in the hospital. The three incidents described here, happened very quickly, and two of them I struggled to call 911 for help!
Falls can come quickly: At the age of 64 at the time, I had never fallen. In May, 2009, I was putting together a fan, for use during the summer months, and I was sitting on the bed in the bedroom assembling the fan. When working on an electrical gadget, I always know where the cord is, so it is not in the way...but not this time, and I paid for it, man!
I was careless, and I as I worked on the fan, the phone rang, and as I got up to answer the phone...I stepped on the cord...AND FELL...straight on my face on the floor! Because I had the fan on my lap, I didn't have time to break the fall with my hands!
The next day, I looked at myself in the mirror, and I had three cuts over the right eye, and a cut over the bridge of the nose! I fell so hard, I almost passed out. I made an appointment with my doctor the next week, just to get checked out, to see if there was further damage. Everything was okay...
Spent 12 hours in the emergency room; I have never had troubles with constipation, but on this day, I had trouble with constipation and pain in the lower abdomen, that after about six hours of this, I was rendered helpless and I had trouble moving or even sitting up in bed.
The telephone was in the next room (kitchen) and I didn't know at the time, if I had the strength to get to it and call 911. I unlocked the door, and I was flattened on the bed, when the ambulance people arrived. I remember telling them, that if the building was on fire...I knew I could not get out...that's how bad it was! Get my drift, dude?
Two days in the hospital: Later that year, on Columbus Day week-end, I had been hobbling around because of a cramp in the arch of my right foot. I hobbled around for about a week...and then it got worse! The numbness and pins and needles came up my right side, and now my right hand was going numb, etc. I was now worried that it could be some kind of stroke, so I called 911.
When the ambulance people arrived, I was okay and concious and in the living room. I told them the symtoms, and I was taken to the emergency room and I was admitted to the hospital after midnight that night. After two days in the hospital and about six tests...doctors couldn't find out what was wrong with me.
I felt later that week, that it was the medication I was given for diabetes (metformin) that caused all the problems. I was taken off the medication, and I have no problems since.
These three stories illustrate that things can happen very quickly, and the need for help can become urgent, etc. One of my solutions, was to re-activate my cell phone, so I could get help quickly. Everyone knows that there few public telephones in society anymore, so a cell phone can be vital.
The other thing that I want to discuss here are the beads, that are used in this program where I live. I live in a Senior Center of about 150 residents. When I first applied and got accepted, I found out about this bead program, which I think is wonderful.
A string of beads is offered to each resident (tied in a circle so that it hangs on the door knob), measuring about 4-6 inches across. The small string of beads are placed on the door knob by the resident at night...and if the beads are not taken off the door knob by mid-morning of the next day...the floor monitor will advise the office, and they will take action to contact the resident. Maybe the resident had a fall; or an accident or maybe a health problem on some sort. Just another way to check on the well-being of the residents, etc.
There are some people living here in the Senior Center, who are over 90 years old, and I think this is a great way to keep tabs on the residents, and I encourage others to try it.
"A hippie is someone who looks like Tarzan; walks like Jane; and smells like Cheetah." (pet monkey) Ronald Reagan
Love beads of the 1960's: Over the years, I've seen my share of hippies...hanging around smoking a joint or two...wearing those love beads...with long hair...moustach...and a beard...and THOSE were the girls...groovy, man groovy...can you dig it?
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