After that, I did an informal observation of those working around me (there were then 400 employees of the department, nearly all with whom I was more than just casually acquainted)--and yes, yes, yes, it seemed true. It was too unanimous to be anything else but true. Anal problems make one a grouch, a bitch, a Sad Sack, or all of these.
And by sheerest of coincidences--or perhaps not--all those afflicted thusly were known to me to be Democrats.
Always knew DUmmies was anal!
Explains a lot about the DemonRat party, don't it!
Explains a lot about the DemonRat party, don't it!
You know, fiber and roughage apparently doesn't only Roto-Rooter out the intestinal system.
Three years ago there began a personal medical mystery; I come from a family both sides seriously prone to high blood pressure. When the ulcers broke open that one August afternoon, and during follow-up observation for several months thereafter, it seemed confusing that I myself didn't have high blood pressure.
Even though it's been very strong in my family history.
The usual readings range 110-90/60-48.
It's true that unlike other members of my family (all of them deceased), I was never fat nor afflicted with diabetes or any other debilitating conditions.....but on the other side of the coin, I smoke. A lot; like a chimney.
Thus far, three years down the road, the greater plurality of physicians attribute it to maybe it might be that franksolich subsists on a diet that usually includes 4-16 times the amount of the "recommended daily minimum of fiber."
I had no idea; I've always just eaten what it seems the body demands.
One time years ago during one of my sporadic observations of television, I saw a commercial (I forget for what, though), "Ew, fiber. I don't like fiber. Ew, fiber."
I thought it was totally stupid. Fiber has no taste. Why would someone say "Ew, fiber"?
I don't think anybody has any idea if what they're eating has fiber in it or not.
I do everything my doctor says is bad for me. Like you, I smoke like a chimney, I also drink like a fish, nuttin' better than Johnny Walker, and eat more than my share of red meat, yet I remain much healthier than anyone else my age. I think it's just ones system and how it adapts, to tell ya the truth.
Could be we both are country boys, from the bread basket of the nation, too.
I think it's just ones system and how it adapts, to tell ya the truth.
Could be we both are country boys, from the bread basket of the nation, too.
You know, every time you mention the primitives and anal problems, the first thought that pops into my head is 'gee, the primitives are always sticking things where they don't belong', which is closely followed by a replay in my head of a certain scene from the 'movie', Jackass.
In Jackass, one of the cast members sticks a Hot Wheels car up his rear-end, and then heads off to the doctor for an x-ray, feigning that he doesn't know what is wrong, other than he knows his rear-end is in a significant amount of discomfort.
Sometimes, I think a lot of the primitives' problems could be solved with a quick x-ray, to check for Hot Wheels cars, and the like.
Does anyone recall any chicken allergy threads during the Chick-Fil-A debacle?