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Thank you. That just solved a mystery. John is 69 years old and lost all muscles when he was sedated/waiting to get good enough for surgery/recovering from his heart attack. By the time he was slowly waking up, the only muscle he could use was his right index finger, and that just pointed to his bed. (Still on a vent, and put in a chair to help him breath, but he had the bed sore on his "seat," plus hip pain no one knew about from being 6'1" squished into a 5'10" bed. Pointing to bed meant "Get me the hell out of this chair!")
On March 4th, when he was put into the nursing home, he was only up to straining to lift his head and willing to put up with the pain of sitting in the chair, but it was a constant fight on the definition of "1 hour." (He meant it. They meant longer.)
He was disgusted by his wrinkled, flabby skin. He still had wrinkled, flabby skin on the day he became "Walking Man." What was that? About 6 weeks ago? He only gets PT about three times a week, but they gave him exercises to do way back when he was in the hospital and he's still doing them. He used to be a bodybuilder, and "used to" was before we met, so he quit being one about 38 years ago. And yet, now he only has one wrinkle left on the bottom of an arm. His legs are back to normal-man size. His thighs and his arms. He was determined to come home, which means walk up five steps. And he was determined to use our bathroom when he got here, which means 13 steps plus a hallway the same length as the steps. The first time they taught him how to use the steps, he did it right. The second time he took the steps he went up and down the four steps four times, and by the time he was done, that meant one foot per step. He's not normal-man size. He's 2X! (He was 3X leaning toward 4X.) He's really got back into lifting again, although lifting, for now, is only 6 pounds. Most people leave short-term rehab when they hit 4 pounds. (He gets to stay because of the bedsore.) He's cheating. He is now walking to his wheelchair without his walker. I have no problems with that, because I see his strength is up to that (and the wheelchair is only four feet away.)
When we were newlyweds, he took to a gym for three months and went from normal-guy to lifeguard look in that short a time. Muscle memory. It's real, and I see that in him. (I never had that kind of muscle memory, so I couldn't do the same thing.) He's already wanting to know where his old dumbbells are in the house. (Got to look for them again.) I asked him yesterday if he thought he could ever get back to bodybuilder look, and he laughed. He just wants to cook and play on the computer again.
I want him to look like Willie, because I can see he's got that muscle memory Willie's muscle don't need to remember so much. (His muscles just go along with his everyday life, so don't have to remember back decades ago. And, yeah, Willie. I know you're reading this, so I'm not talking behind your back. lol) Except, Willie has wiry going for him. (He's tall and slim, with defined muscles.) John has Lou Ferrigno build in him. I'm not saying John will ever look like the Incredible Hulk again, but thank you. Because now I know he can go back to do more than what he settled for before.
He settled for just cooking and playing on the computer because CFS had him beat. I don't think he's noticed, but I'm pretty sure CFS left with his old blocked arteries and old microvalve. We didn't know it, but his arteries were clogging up to a deadly ending. Now they're not, so he can get more life back then he had, including an old passion -- weightlifting.
Only fear is how many times will my ankles bang up against dumbbells? We really have so little space in this house! Then again, if he can get old strength back, maybe we can get rid of some old a/c's the two of us couldn't carry out half a year ago, giving us more room.
So, thank you. You may have just given me the ammunition to prove to John he no longer has to settle for less than he wanted.
(He's also studying the Bible more than 15 minutes at a time, so brain fog has left too, but he hasn't noticed that either.)
On March 4th, when he was put into the nursing home, he was only up to straining to lift his head and willing to put up with the pain of sitting in the chair, but it was a constant fight on the definition of "1 hour." (He meant it. They meant longer.)
He was disgusted by his wrinkled, flabby skin. He still had wrinkled, flabby skin on the day he became "Walking Man." What was that? About 6 weeks ago? He only gets PT about three times a week, but they gave him exercises to do way back when he was in the hospital and he's still doing them. He used to be a bodybuilder, and "used to" was before we met, so he quit being one about 38 years ago. And yet, now he only has one wrinkle left on the bottom of an arm. His legs are back to normal-man size. His thighs and his arms. He was determined to come home, which means walk up five steps. And he was determined to use our bathroom when he got here, which means 13 steps plus a hallway the same length as the steps. The first time they taught him how to use the steps, he did it right. The second time he took the steps he went up and down the four steps four times, and by the time he was done, that meant one foot per step. He's not normal-man size. He's 2X! (He was 3X leaning toward 4X.) He's really got back into lifting again, although lifting, for now, is only 6 pounds. Most people leave short-term rehab when they hit 4 pounds. (He gets to stay because of the bedsore.) He's cheating. He is now walking to his wheelchair without his walker. I have no problems with that, because I see his strength is up to that (and the wheelchair is only four feet away.)
When we were newlyweds, he took to a gym for three months and went from normal-guy to lifeguard look in that short a time. Muscle memory. It's real, and I see that in him. (I never had that kind of muscle memory, so I couldn't do the same thing.) He's already wanting to know where his old dumbbells are in the house. (Got to look for them again.) I asked him yesterday if he thought he could ever get back to bodybuilder look, and he laughed. He just wants to cook and play on the computer again.
I want him to look like Willie, because I can see he's got that muscle memory Willie's muscle don't need to remember so much. (His muscles just go along with his everyday life, so don't have to remember back decades ago. And, yeah, Willie. I know you're reading this, so I'm not talking behind your back. lol) Except, Willie has wiry going for him. (He's tall and slim, with defined muscles.) John has Lou Ferrigno build in him. I'm not saying John will ever look like the Incredible Hulk again, but thank you. Because now I know he can go back to do more than what he settled for before.
He settled for just cooking and playing on the computer because CFS had him beat. I don't think he's noticed, but I'm pretty sure CFS left with his old blocked arteries and old microvalve. We didn't know it, but his arteries were clogging up to a deadly ending. Now they're not, so he can get more life back then he had, including an old passion -- weightlifting.
Only fear is how many times will my ankles bang up against dumbbells? We really have so little space in this house! Then again, if he can get old strength back, maybe we can get rid of some old a/c's the two of us couldn't carry out half a year ago, giving us more room.
So, thank you. You may have just given me the ammunition to prove to John he no longer has to settle for less than he wanted.
(He's also studying the Bible more than 15 minutes at a time, so brain fog has left too, but he hasn't noticed that either.)
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How did you learn how to build those bird houses? (I still remember. They're artistic in scale, not merely functional.) I don't think I can because I've bruised my hands and fingers so often with hammers. And I have no depth perception so I cannot judge where that hammer lands without testing it enough times to figure out how to avoid banging my hands and fingers. Too many times to make it worth trying.
The secret is, if you want to and have the innate brain skills, you can see the same thing that guy in the woods can see. It's a matter of how badly do you want that? Enough to work for it? I want your birdhouse skills, but not enough to work for it, because I see where my problem lies.
There are very few things I can't do that I want to do badly enough. I run into failure enough to learn where the flaw is. (I can't remember the Lord's Prayer when I memorized it in first grade. Kayla has word memorizing skills. I only have number memorizing skills.) Because I cannot remember letters/words, I failed at .html. Because I am passionate about words, I'm succeeding at publishing.
Know what you can do. Know what you can't do. Decide how much you want to learn something new -- is it worth the months and years to work on it? And then you are free to do whatever it is you want to do.
That still has nothing to do with we only use 10% of our brains. Think about it in these terms, right now you're reading this. That's using your brain. What you aren't considering is at this same moment your brain is telling your heart to pump, your lungs to fill and unfill, your eyes to move, your eyes are drying out a little bit so time to blink, hundreds of little parts of your back are relaxing and tightening just so you can sit without falling over, you've been slumped so long that you're not getting enough oxygen into your system, so time to either yawn or sigh, there's a sound going on outside, your wife is walking by or making noise in another room, maybe your radio is on, you're thinking out what project you plan to do right now, your left calf itches, is it worth scratching or will it go away, a hair just fell off your head, it's tickling the back of your neck and sliding down into your shirt, your right leg just got tired of being in the same spot, so you moved it, what is that smell? Why is your tongue dry? Skin cells are dying and being born again, your nose feels a little clogged, your liver just dumped a little bile into your gall bladder for your next meal, what is that next thing you're going to eat. What kind of mood is your wife in? Something just flashed to the right of your vision. Your last meal and maybe the one before that is being digested. Some is slipping through the walls of your intestines. The rest is being moved along by muscles in the digestive system. Is it time to go to the bathroom? All this happens at once. Do you really think that's only 10% of your brain?
The secret is, if you want to and have the innate brain skills, you can see the same thing that guy in the woods can see. It's a matter of how badly do you want that? Enough to work for it? I want your birdhouse skills, but not enough to work for it, because I see where my problem lies.
There are very few things I can't do that I want to do badly enough. I run into failure enough to learn where the flaw is. (I can't remember the Lord's Prayer when I memorized it in first grade. Kayla has word memorizing skills. I only have number memorizing skills.) Because I cannot remember letters/words, I failed at .html. Because I am passionate about words, I'm succeeding at publishing.
Know what you can do. Know what you can't do. Decide how much you want to learn something new -- is it worth the months and years to work on it? And then you are free to do whatever it is you want to do.
That still has nothing to do with we only use 10% of our brains. Think about it in these terms, right now you're reading this. That's using your brain. What you aren't considering is at this same moment your brain is telling your heart to pump, your lungs to fill and unfill, your eyes to move, your eyes are drying out a little bit so time to blink, hundreds of little parts of your back are relaxing and tightening just so you can sit without falling over, you've been slumped so long that you're not getting enough oxygen into your system, so time to either yawn or sigh, there's a sound going on outside, your wife is walking by or making noise in another room, maybe your radio is on, you're thinking out what project you plan to do right now, your left calf itches, is it worth scratching or will it go away, a hair just fell off your head, it's tickling the back of your neck and sliding down into your shirt, your right leg just got tired of being in the same spot, so you moved it, what is that smell? Why is your tongue dry? Skin cells are dying and being born again, your nose feels a little clogged, your liver just dumped a little bile into your gall bladder for your next meal, what is that next thing you're going to eat. What kind of mood is your wife in? Something just flashed to the right of your vision. Your last meal and maybe the one before that is being digested. Some is slipping through the walls of your intestines. The rest is being moved along by muscles in the digestive system. Is it time to go to the bathroom? All this happens at once. Do you really think that's only 10% of your brain?
Don't think this is easy, though. Along with that 2% bone loss every year, you also have to combat 8% muscle loss, and a good percentage of cognitive loss. I have to keep going all the time, just to TRY to stay even. This means EVERY day, all through the day.
You certainly do NOT have to lose it, but to keep from that happening, you DO have to exert, at the minimum, an excess of the percentage of whatever you used to do to just "maintain."
My sister-in-law is 80, and she can run rings around me. But, she also exercise almost twice as much as I do... and I exercise probably 30% more than I did when I was younger..... and I am STILL gaining more weight than I want to. (I'm up to 235 pounds, and 36" pants are getting too tight.)
I am going to let you guys in on a gigantic secret that is so simple that many people won't believe me, and won't seriously try it
It is REBOUNDING. Of course, you have to do more than just that, but rebounding will actually reverse a good amount of aging. And they only cost about $100 for a pretty good one. Not to mention that they are fun and easy to use. (I would suggest getting one with the "support handles" to hang onto if your balance isn't all that good. (The stroke wreaked havoc with my balance.)
Google REBOUNDING, and watch some of the videos. You will be glad you did.
You certainly do NOT have to lose it, but to keep from that happening, you DO have to exert, at the minimum, an excess of the percentage of whatever you used to do to just "maintain."
My sister-in-law is 80, and she can run rings around me. But, she also exercise almost twice as much as I do... and I exercise probably 30% more than I did when I was younger..... and I am STILL gaining more weight than I want to. (I'm up to 235 pounds, and 36" pants are getting too tight.)
I am going to let you guys in on a gigantic secret that is so simple that many people won't believe me, and won't seriously try it
It is REBOUNDING. Of course, you have to do more than just that, but rebounding will actually reverse a good amount of aging. And they only cost about $100 for a pretty good one. Not to mention that they are fun and easy to use. (I would suggest getting one with the "support handles" to hang onto if your balance isn't all that good. (The stroke wreaked havoc with my balance.)
Google REBOUNDING, and watch some of the videos. You will be glad you did.
Lol I once had a lesson German and in one night I pumped the whole book in my head and with the oral exam I spouted it all out and got a good grade from the German teacher. It was about old German poetry or something or history. I have absolutely no idea. I do remember a bit what the book looked like though. All that nonsense I pumped in my head for nothing.
Whe I was ready and he gave me the good grade I said: Nice! I pumped it all in my head last night. Now I can throw it all out again and won't remember one bit of it anymore. Lol he got mad at me. Maybe the unused grey mass ate it or something.
Whe I was ready and he gave me the good grade I said: Nice! I pumped it all in my head last night. Now I can throw it all out again and won't remember one bit of it anymore. Lol he got mad at me. Maybe the unused grey mass ate it or something.
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Its really good to hear John is improving so much. I know it will continue.
When my aunt came out of hospital she had no interest in reading watching TV etc and
couldn't remember more than one line of writing at a time to follow anything.
Its taken about 4 months for her to have the concentration span back necessary for reading and
I don't have to keep reminding her of the TV plot lines anymore .
I think we underestimate how much everything in our bodies is linked together,
hormones, chemistry, brain function, oxygen levels, energy levels etc. Thankfully God does.
I have a bit of a 4 pack. Lol
It came from all that saxophone playing when I took up the also saxophone. You have to squeeze
your stomach muscles and use the power to force the air out of your lungs at pressure.
At first when you can only play loud as while you can blow hard you can't control the air
pressure. Then after a while it gets easier to control the air pressure as you learn
how to breathe and use those stomach muscles. So while playing the alto I got a bit of a
two pack. Then when I got the soprano which needs more air pressure I got a bit of a 4 pack.
It also firms up all those muscles around the jaw line. Beats the gym any time.
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Swimming is good for all round muscle tone.
I use to do lots of swimming and cycling and weight training until I reached my 30s,
then life got in the way.
It certainly helped though as I seem to still be much fitter than others my age.
If I ever get more time back I think I would try the weight training again I did enjoy that
Possibly swimming again although the choice of decent swimming pools has reduced
now.
Sorry Willie we were suppose to talking about brain function.
It's interesting the bible says the following.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NKJV
[16] Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing,
yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. [17] For our light affliction, which
is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight
of glory, [18] while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things
which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things
which are not seen are eternal.
Our soul/spirit will outlive our current body. God set our days at 120 but before that
people lived hundreds and hundreds of years.
I think that says a lot about the real us the thinking part the immortal part etc to live forever.
Presumably in the next life we will have all our earthly memories intact but will have fresh
understanding about our present struggles and we will keep acquiring new memories.
Maybe the capacity of the brain is infinite but it's just that our body isn't?
I use to do lots of swimming and cycling and weight training until I reached my 30s,
then life got in the way.
It certainly helped though as I seem to still be much fitter than others my age.
If I ever get more time back I think I would try the weight training again I did enjoy that
Possibly swimming again although the choice of decent swimming pools has reduced
now.
Sorry Willie we were suppose to talking about brain function.
It's interesting the bible says the following.
2 Corinthians 4:16-18 NKJV
[16] Therefore we do not lose heart. Even though our outward man is perishing,
yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. [17] For our light affliction, which
is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight
of glory, [18] while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things
which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things
which are not seen are eternal.
Our soul/spirit will outlive our current body. God set our days at 120 but before that
people lived hundreds and hundreds of years.
I think that says a lot about the real us the thinking part the immortal part etc to live forever.
Presumably in the next life we will have all our earthly memories intact but will have fresh
understanding about our present struggles and we will keep acquiring new memories.
Maybe the capacity of the brain is infinite but it's just that our body isn't?
M
I actually took some proper trampolining classes in my teens at my local sports centre.
Great fun, bend the knees to stop and pretend to wash the windows as you jump.
Can be dangerous though, the hardest bit was climbing onto the thing which was shoulder high.
At least that won't be an issue with the smaller ones. Lol
Great fun, bend the knees to stop and pretend to wash the windows as you jump.
Can be dangerous though, the hardest bit was climbing onto the thing which was shoulder high.
At least that won't be an issue with the smaller ones. Lol
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Three years of Latin, in this is the sum total of what I remember.
Insula est.
Vini, vidi, vici.
Eram, eras, erant, eramus, erantus, erant.
Via Appia.
Et tu, Brute?
Anything past that and the only way I remember it is if I see an English word, break it down, and notice it's Latin parts, like subterraneum is underearth, expatriate is against or away from father? (Not sure, on that.) And then there is the Latin mass, that I can now read, but didn't know when I had to say the words.
I think there is something to what Miri said. Lots of old memories in there that are so covered in dust, it's iffy whether I can access them anymore.
Insula est.
Vini, vidi, vici.
Eram, eras, erant, eramus, erantus, erant.
Via Appia.
Et tu, Brute?
Anything past that and the only way I remember it is if I see an English word, break it down, and notice it's Latin parts, like subterraneum is underearth, expatriate is against or away from father? (Not sure, on that.) And then there is the Latin mass, that I can now read, but didn't know when I had to say the words.
I think there is something to what Miri said. Lots of old memories in there that are so covered in dust, it's iffy whether I can access them anymore.
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Oh, I asked him today. He's pretty sure he doesn't have CFS anymore too. He does think he needs to sleep more than most, but that's really hard to tell if some nurse comes in to wake you at 5:30 and you're spending as much time as possible exercising atrophied muscles, so it's not like they don't keep him busy.