Maybe we don't have it as bad as we think we do

It’s a mess out there now. Hard to discern between what’s a real threat and what is just simple panic and hysteria. For a small amount of perspective at this moment, imagine you were born in 1900.

On your 14th birthday, World War I starts, and ends on your 18th birthday. 22 million people perish in that war. Later in the year, a Spanish Flu epidemic hits the planet and runs until your 20th birthday. 50 million people die from it in those two years. Yes, 50 million.

On your 29th birthday, the Great Depression begins. Unemployment hits 25%, the World GDP drops 27%. That runs until you are 33. The country nearly collapses along with the world economy.

When you turn 39, World War II starts. You aren’t even over the hill yet. And don’t try to catch your breath. On your 41st birthday, the United States is fully pulled into WWII. Between your 39th and 45th birthday, 75 million people perish in the war.

Smallpox was epidemic until you were in your 40’s, as it killed 300 million people during your lifetime.

At 50, the Korean War starts. 5 million perish. From your birth, until you are 55 you dealt with the fear of Polio epidemics each summer. You experience friends and family contracting polio and being paralyzed and/or die.

At 55 the Vietnam War begins and doesn’t end for 20 years. 4 million people perish in that conflict. During the Cold War, you lived each day with the fear of nuclear annihilation. On your 62nd birthday you have the Cuban Missile Crisis, a tipping point in the Cold War. Life on our planet, as we know it, almost ended. When you turn 75, the Vietnam War finally ends.

Think of everyone on the planet born in 1900. How did they endure all of that? When you were a kid in 1985 and didn’t think your 85 year old grandparent understood how hard school was. And how mean that kid in your class was. Yet they survived through everything listed above. Perspective is an amazing art. Refined and enlightening as time goes on.

Let’s try and keep things in perspective. Your parents and/or grandparents were called to endure all of the above AND .....YOU ARE CALLED TO STAY HOME AND SIT ON YOUR COUCH

gh1 thanks for your concern and ours as well for your Mrs.

My 2 cents on the long term use is it depends on what it is for. Between the docs and the end users someone needs to realize the real need. For some I am sure the need is there and for others it is the easy way out and between the docs and the user it should be tackled.

Kind of like after a surgery, PT is required in some procedures to get off the pills. One can either take the high road or the lower. Problem is that its to darn easy to take and get the pills. I don't agree with the 7 day max for pills because it doesn't take every situation into an account. I would favor a weening down period after that 7 days to lesser dosages and a revaluation shortly after. And not by the interns or the PA's but the actual doc.

Sure it puts a strain on the doc schedule, but heck they aren't the only ones that have responsibilities in their jobs.

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I'm a alcoholic been sober a long time but when I listen to George Jones it takes me back to those bars where I had Jones on the jukebox because all of us drunks think about what we liked about drinking sometimes.. It's a little trick I play on my mind sometimes and when the song is over I'm still sober and and a good citizen


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My husband had a funny look on his face one night and said he couldn't urinate. I saw his belly looked bloated and thought he's miserable, it really scared me so I took him to the emergency room and they used a catheter on him. I made him an appointment with a urologist. He had an enlarged prostate but no cancer.
I took him to alot of appointments (this doctor was very busy). Finally I saw an ad on TV for a medicine to shrink an enlarged prostate. At my husband's next appointment I ask the doctor if my husband should try that medicine and he agreed. Why didn't the doctor tell me about it? I guess he was so busy he didn't think about anything but giving my husband Flo-max. I started husband on the new medicine and it did seem to shrink his prostate and he was taking it along with the flo-max. It worked eventually and my husband never complained again. One day the doctor's office called and I wasn't home and my husband cancelled his appointment. I said "why did you cancel" and he said we had to sit in the waiting room too long.
After that, I talked husband into going to my doctor, since he didn't have a doctor. He decided to go and then my doctor checked him over and asked him alot of questions - then ordered a brain scan and found out he had Dementia. He had that 8 yrs. (maybe longer) and that is what finally killed my husband. I ended up keeping him at home & had to get hold of Hospice about a month before he died.