The Aloe Vera plant these days is popular and commercially well-known.
When I was around fourteen, the plant was not as widespread by mainstream and heard of by everyone.
My mother and I used to purchase Aloe from the Nursery many years ago.
The plant is, of course, a natural healing remedy- great for burns, cuts and scars. The juice of the plant is also good for providing health in maintaining overall soothing and integrity of the skin.
In the health care field, I work with multiple clients/patients.
One guy I recently had for about a month and a half.
When I began working for him, I was the very first sent from my agency along with another woman who took on the day shift.
Aside from us two, there were other female health care professionals from another agency back and forth to attend to him.
He needed his catheter inserted at times. So, we were always there to do whatever we were assigned there to do.
One nurse had come to his home to fill in for the regular RN that would come during a routine visit. She happened to insert a catheter one day and made some type of error.
When I came in for the overnight shift there was blood running down the tube into my clients Foley bag.
The room he laid in bed at smelled terribly of excrement. The day health care worker filled me in on what took place earlier (the nurse stopping by and the patient bleeding afterwards) yet did not take heed to the blood, the odor of the room, or the clients appearance.
Maybe she was not experienced enough or did not know what to look out for in certain situations.
To me, it was an instant observation. He did not look good at all. The tint of his skin alerted me that something was wrong along with his lethargy.
I suggested he go to the hospital but he refused. I called late at night to report the incident to my supervisor who is a physician.
The next night I was supposed to go in for work I received a call from my agency that my client was in the hospital.
When he came out a week and a half later, he apologized to me for not going to the hospital when I told him to. He almost died as he had septic shock.
I love peanuts, cashews, pecans, walnuts, and sunflower seeds. However, walnuts are the one and only out of the group in which I cannot eat as I get terrible back pain after consumption of them.
Aside from walnuts having a great taste that highly appeals to me they are also very nutritious. As a child I was able to eat these type of nuts continuously without a problem. I must had developed an allergenic reaction from walnuts over the following years or they just no longer agreed with my body chemistry. I was about sixteen when I first experienced any unfavorable response.
I tried once again when I reached adulthood to see if my body was able to tolerate the constitutes of walnuts. I was not successful at my attempt and disappointed at how I would never possibly be able to take pleasure indulging in what use to be one of my favorite nuts to crack open and devour.
I just had my very first mammogram two months ago.
My primary care physician had suggested for me to get one years ago when I first entered my forties as a routine precaution.
I don’t know of anyone in my family to have ever had breast cancer and aside from there being no history of it within the lives of my relatives I never had any personal concern in regard to the issue.
I know bloodline is not a definite factor and that anyone can be at risk for breast cancer under particular circumstances in which may not always be known or explained, nevertheless, I don’t consider breast cancer a threat to me.
My test results came back normal as I expected.
I know the thought of going through biopsies, treatments, having a mastectomy, or the possibilities of an impending death is a grave matter for a lot of women and one that could be stressful and exhausting.
Yet, still and all, if I was diagnosed with the disease I would handle the situation in an entirely different fashion.
When it was suspected I had a malignant growth on one of my ovaries during my teenage years up into early adulthood I wasn’t fazed by the instance.
I had already sensed and knew I had a mass before the doctors came to know and before I went through all of the radiology testing and procedures I had undergone.
My mother at one point in her life had ovarian cancer and was lucky enough to defeat and survive it so I had a good idea of what was going on within my body with the pain and discomfort. I wasn’t afraid or mentally or emotionally troubled by the experience at all.
I didn’t care, and I’m still here.
I am a very spiritual and spiritually inclined individual by nature I was never meant to fall fatally ill and die from any disease, it just wasn’t in my destiny.
The power of healing is a very legitimate condition as I know my spirit, body, and mind is much stronger than an attack or threat of any foul disease.
I have already been put to the test.
Through out life many of us have put a lot of wear and tear on our bodies.
I’ve been very active doing plenty of heavy lifting and bending within my personal and professional activities.
Strenuous movements if done with the proper body mechanics at the correct pace also exercise the muscles, however, performing tasks which over exert the body to cause unnecessary strain and pressure may be harmful if or when not proceeding with caution.
Accidents and injuries are often the results of minor or major aches and pains, depending on the extent of the predicament.
With most of us a little wear and tear is natural over time and we may develop osteoarthritis.
It also helps to eat and intake nutritious anti inflammatory foods, herbs, and vitamin supplements as they are very beneficial in the restoration and maintenance of specific bodily tissues and functions.
Physical therapy is also helpful, though, an appointment every once a week to get a message and penetrating rub down is not effective at all, not in my opinion, as the procedure did absolutely nothing for me in relieving my discomfort.
One would need a therapeutic treatment everyday consecutively in order to heal and improve dramatically.
Not to mention the cost of such clinical visits if one is not covered by medical insurance or has to pay out of pocket.
I refused to waste my time and medical coverage on sessions that weren’t serving any purpose.
We can purchase our own massaging and therapeutic gadgets and equipment to aid within the process of bodily repair and pamper.
For extreme symptoms of a condition one should, of course, remain under the close supervision of a medical professional in case there is need for pain medication and/or further radiology testing.
I’ve seen and heard a lot within life in general, however, working as a caregiver within the healthcare field one gets to see an additional variety of tragic situations.
When I went to work I did my job then left to go home. I never got attached to anyone of my clients and I never dealt with any of the coworkers.
It was just another job to me as I purely communicated on a professional level.
I didn’t take work home with me and I didn’t bring anything from home to work. Neither one had anything to do with the other.
Once I got home, the job was all forgotten about, except for anticipating pay day!
All I desired to do was to relax and enjoy the peace and contentment within my own life.
There was one thing I kept in mind from working in healthcare, though, and that was the misfortune in other people’s realities.
After encountering all of the people I have along with their families and observing the predicaments surrounding them I realized just how fortunate and lucky I really was and have been.
I’ve looked at all of the mental and physical afflictions and personal problems that plagued these people and would never want to undergo any of their conditions.
Everyone I’ve came into contact with wasn’t in a bad way. The ones who were suffered tremendously all struggling within their own ailments and life circumstances.
As one behind the scenes I got to see everything from a raw angle. I knew what really went on in some of the hospitals and assisted living facilities with corrupt staff as well as in the homes of these clients with no good family members.
A few of the clients themselves weren’t any good either and what they’ve done in life could’ve made them end up the way they are now.
On this path I’ve also met quite a few nice people along with their families who had treated me very well and who were very hospitable and generous toward me.
They made me feel so comfortable and welcomed and I had provided great care for their loved ones.
Daily Living, By Miss LaToya 