Excess Thinking May be Hazardous

…to Your Mental Health; so most of us should not be at risk

It’s good to be busy. That doesn’t necessarily mean accomplishing anything; just being on the move, reading, puttering; something other that just staring at the wall or ceiling or TV.


My wife and I are blessed with lots to do (she feels more blessed than I do, however). There’s always something to fix or change around the house, we go camping, traveling, visiting kids and grandkids, and jeeping - we feel pretty good most of the time. And we find that we don’t have time to worry too much – more than we’d like, but it’s manageable.

We’ve noticed that many, but not all, our geriatric contemporaries agree with us. When we suggest activities or invite to some of them to go someplace we often get answers like:

“Camping? Nah; too dirty and dusty and we'd probably get bitten or stung. You go and tell us about it later. I think we’ll just take it easy at home.”

“Travel outside the U.S? Nah, the plane might crash, we could get a disease, the food is probably tainted, and those foreign people over there talk funny! I think we’ll watch a special on the National Geographic channel instead.”

“Go out to Dinner? I think not. Why not just have a pizza delivered and not have to bother with dressing up and getting through all that traffic. Why leave the comfort of home if you don’t have to?”

Thinking about what to do (more likely what not do), how many aches and pains you have, the next horrible diagnosis, or the state of the economy might be useful, but if all you do is think and worry and procrastinate… that’s probably not so healthy.

axman

Sometimes a Lumpy Boob is Just a Lumpy Boob…

The word boob is used here to denote an enlarged male breast and not the affectionate term my wife sometimes uses when referring to me.

My mammogram/manogram is now history. I discussed the basics along with my cartoon idea of the process in my October 10 Blog entry. I was right on – except the Mammo-Monster was smaller and slightly more innocent looking – and it didn’t talk to me.
The X-Ray Tech, Lisa (an altered name to protect the innocent and keep me from being sued), was calm, quiet, and gentle. Thank you! The process was slightly uncomfortable and required me to stand in some awkward positions but was much less traumatic than I had expected.
Some of my fellow patients in the Women’s Imaging Center waiting room may have been slightly surprised when the nurse called me in and left my wife sitting calmly and wishing me good luck.
Post-Gram I was visited by the Radiology Doc (and his lovely Intern) who explained, as he poked and probed, that I was cancer free – for now, but at increased risk from the hormones. The lovely young Intern seemed a bit uncomfortable as she was directed to check out my lumps (I’d use the word fondle but I may be fantasizing).
So now it’s back to worrying about prostate cancer and letting my breasts bounce where they may.
axman