Heart Attacks and Drinking Warm Water

I received this in an email at work today. It is very interesting, so I decided to share it with all of you.


A   very good article which takes two minutes to read. I’m sending this to persons I care about…….I hope you do too!!!

Heart Attacks And Drinking Warm Water

This is a very good article. Not only about the warm water after your meal, but about Heart  Attacks.

The Chinese and Japanese drink hot tea with their meals, not  cold water, maybe it is time we adopt their drinking habit while eating.

For those who like to drink cold water, this article is  applicable to you. It is nice to have a cup of cold drink after a meal. However, the cold water will solidify the oily stuff that you have just consumed. It will slow down the digestion. Once this ‘sludge’ reacts with the acid, it will break down and be absorbed by the intestine faster than the solid food. It will line the intestine. Very soon, this will turn into fats and lead  to cancer.  It is best to drink hot soup or warm water after a  meal.

Common Symptoms Of Heart Attack… 
A  serious note about heart attacks – You should know that not every heart attack symptom is going to be the left arm  hurting . Be aware of intense pain in the jaw line.

You may never have the first chest pain during the course of a heart attack. Nausea and intense sweating are also common symptoms. 60% of people who have a heart attack while they are asleep do not wake up.. Pain in the jaw can wake you from a sound sleep. Let’s be careful and be aware. The more we know, the better chance we could   survive.

A cardiologist says if everyone who reads this message sends it to 10 people,  you can be sure that we’ll save at least one life. Read this & Send to a friend. It could save a life… So, please be a true friend and send this article to all your friends you care about.

I JUST DID (well, sortof ;))

F-Word Friday

F-Word Friday

F-Word Friday is a theme that I am stealing/borrowing from fellow blogger and friend Ms.Darkstar. It is a day to take a random word, that begins with F (of course), and express your thoughts accordingly.


This week’s F-Word is Fragile.

I can’t believe that it has really been a week since I last posted. To those few that actually read what I write, I’m sorry for leaving you hanging. For the rest of you, well, at least you haven’t missed much. This past week has been very busy, and has ended by putting me up against the ropes.

As you have seen, this week’s F-Word is fragile. As in, life is fragile, handle with care.

As I said, this week has been one hell of a week. Started off where I had to work two nights for 12 hours (Monday and Tuesday nights), and found out on Monday night/Tuesday morning that I had training sessions – for four hours each day – on Wednesday and Thursday from 11a-3p (thank goodness they only lasted until 2p). So, as you can probably expect, I am extremely tired today, now that the weekend is here for me.

No, that is not what I am talking about when I say that life is fragile.

Wednesday night/Thursday morning (well, all day actually) was a day of life-changing events. Not only for myself, but for others around me.

I witnessed two people being escorted out of the company I work for. Definitely NOT something that I was really wanting to even think about. Especially considering the fact that I just moved my family here a couple weeks ago! And then, I get called into the office!…

As you can probably imagine, my heart almost stopped. I felt like I was going to get sick. I feared what I was going to tell my wife and kids. Until the General Manager of the company offered me a position on first shift! THAT made up for all the fears I was having (and the wife is pretty happy about it too :)).

Then, I get home from my afternoon meeting (mind you, I work 3rd shift, so it is a “middle of the night” meeting for me) to find out that my Grandma was in the hospital, in ICU, and on a respirator, back in Michigan! The wife tells me that my Mom wanted me to call her back. Being the type of person I am, I tell my wife that I will wait until today to call her. Ya-know, kinda let the emotions settle down.

That was until I seen a posting by my cousin on FB that they took my Grandma off the respirator, replied to her posting and got a reply back telling me to call my Mom cause she has been trying to get a hold of me, and seeing that she had called from three different phones. While talking to Mom, found out that Grandma will never recover! Or, if by some miracle she does, she will NEVER be the Grandma we all knew.

 And now, the waiting begins… waiting for that dreaded phone call. I Love You Grandma T.

g-ma T

So, yes, my friends, life is fragile, handle it with care.

I’m Ready…

…Continued from yesterday’s post. The final posting of the three-part series.

That’s right folks, I am ready!

I gave you all a quick reflection, and I told you all my fears. But, now, I am here to tell you all that I am ready to continue on this journey we call life with my family by my side.

I’m ready… to quit eating processed food. I mean, do you know what that shit does to your body? OMG!!…lately it has been giving me some of the worst gas you could imagine. I can’t even stand to be around myself sometimes. Sorry, babe, but the effects will probably continue to linger (pun intended) for days!

I’m ready… for a good HOME COOKED meal! It has been MONTHS since I had one, and I cannot wait!

I’m ready… to prove to myself that I will not fail! That this move is the first step to a wonderful new life with my wife and children. WE are ALL that we have now. Together we will make it, I have no doubt.

I’m ready… to put the past behind me; all my failures and mishaps. To only look forward to the good things life will bring us.

I’m ready… to have my family with me again! Nine months is a long time to be without them. As I have said before, I do not EVER plan on being without them again!

I’m just…READY!

I know that life is not going to be any easier. Life never is. But, with a loving family around, it does help to make it that much more manageable.

Friday is the day that I fly back to Michigan to be with my family. That weekend I am planning to spend time with family and friends, one LAST time. Then it will be a couple days of non-stop packing and getting ready for the LONG drive down. But, you know what?…That’s right!…I’M READY!

I am going to face my fears, now that I have them all written out, and take them head-on, one-by-one, until they are no longer able to bother me anymore. I am going to love my wife and children like they have never been loved by me before. This is a new life, a new beginning, a place to start over, for me and my family. I plan to leave the past behind me on Wednesday morning when we cross the Michigan state line. Who know’s, I may just decide to NEVER look back. It’s not a bad thing, to me, it’s a good thing! And, I’m ready!

To all my nay-sayers, the one’s that have doubted me in the past, and still doubt me today. To the one’s that said that my wife and I would not last, and believe that we will not make it after we make this move. You don’t have to tell me your doubts with words, I know what you are thinking. That is why I dedicated this paragraph just to you (granted, most of you that doubt me and my wife are not bright enough to actually read, but that’s beside the point). Anyways, to you, here is me virtually flipping you off. Put that in your pipe and choke on it. Why?….because I’m ready!

OK, I agree, that last paragraph really might not have been right, but it still needed to be said by me. It is words that I have been wanting to say for years, but, because it is in writing, I did tone it down. 🙂

It is time to turn the page. To finish my transformation into the new me! And now, I AM READY!!!

Only two more days, babe! 😀 I’m ready, are you?

Until next time, my friends…

A Little Scared…

…Continued from yesterday’s post.

One might question what I have to be scared of? I will tell you, there is a lot for me to be.

I am scared… that I am making the wrong decision. I have been told that making a decision like this, to better my family, can never be considered “the wrong decision.” I know that this is true, but it is still a concern of mine.

I am scared… that my family will be miserable once they have been here for a while. I know that for the first little bit they will be fine. Mainly because it is all new, and because we have been apart for so long, but what about when all the “new” wears off?

I am scared… about the school’s my daughters will be attending. Education is something that I take seriously, and a good, solid education is all that I ask for my daughters. Will it be better than where they were attending? (Pretty much, anything should be better than that school!) Or, will it be worse? Will it set them up on a successful path to a higher education? Or, will they be, forever, set on a path of destruction?

I am scared… that my wife will be unable to find employment. Not that she actually NEEDS to work, but, like me, she did not earn her degree to sit around the house. Granted, the economy, as a whole, plays a part in her finding gainful employment. And, the fact that she has been unemployed the past nine months, or so, does not help. But, she was only because of the upcoming move. Will that really play a part in her finding work? God, I hope not!

I am scared… that something will happen and we will lose our house. Since buying my home, back in Michigan, five years ago, I have not really had to worry about losing the place that I called home. I knew, as long as I paid the mortgage, that I would have my house. Now I have to rely on a landlord paying their mortgage, once I pay my rent, in order for me to keep a roof over my family’s heads.

I am scared… that I will fail. That somehow, someway, I will fuck everything up again! That something I do wrong, will put us out on the streets, with no where to go and no one to turn to for help. My family and friends will still be back in Michigan, 800 miles away!

You all might be thinking that these are normal things to be scared about. Some of you might even think that they are nothing to even be remotely worried about. But, these are the things that have been weighing heavily on my mind the past couple months.

No, I have not discussed these fear and worries with my wife. Although she will be reading them now (love ya, babe 😉), but she has had enough shit to deal with on her own; with getting things ready for the move, dealing with the children (that, in itself, in my opinion, deserves her the “Mom of the Year” award for dealing with them). I did not feel it would be right to add the stress I feel that I have on my shoulders to hers. We will have enough time, over the next few years, to deal with it all together. But, for now, I will deal with these worries myself!

Anyways, many of you are right, I shouldn’t be too worried about all these things. That, by the grace of God, everything will be alright. I agree, don’t get me wrong. I have always believed that God will take care of me when I need him the most. But,… BUT!… for these last nine months, in the back of my head, I always knew that IF something happened, IF I screwed up and lost everything down here, I could just head back up to Michigan, be with my family, and life would go on.

In my mind, come next week when the truck is all packed, that option is gone! We will then be on our own, with nothing to fall back on! Yes, my parents have said that if shit happens, and we needed to, we can always come live with them for a little while. But, I am NOT going to let that happen…AGAIN!

So, yes, I do have a lot to be worried about, a lot to be scared of…But, then again, I am ready…

To be continued…

Until next time, my friends…