Archive | February 2012

Doing Dishes and your Health

Have you ever considered the benefits of doing dishes the old fashioned way, i.e. with soap, dishcloth, and dish towel?  Well, after my reminiscing tonight, I decided to “do the dishes” without using a tool commonly known as the dishwasher. I ran hot water into the sink, added dish detergent and methodically decided the best way to tackle such a task! First, I cleared the dinner table by moving all the dirty dishes from the table to the counter, sorting as I went. My glasses and dessert dishes were placed closest to the sink, followed by the cups, followed by the flatware, followed by the plates, followed by the pots and pans.  Any food residue was scrapped into the garbage bin. Now, I was ready to tackle the dish washing.

I ran hot water into the sink and added dish detergent. I then washed the dishes in the order that I removed them from the table. There was a huge benefit to doing it this way. The glasses and cups were not greasy and there wasn’t much on the plates. There was some food residue on the flatware but not enough to affect the quality of the water. I wiped the grease from the pots and pans with paper towel and washed them in the same water. Thus, there were savings in the amount of water I had to use.

You are probably wondering where the health benefits came from. First, I used a dish detergent that cuts grease, the old familiar brand of Ivory Snow, which did an excellent job of cutting grease as well as, I am sure, destroying any germs. Next, I discovered that you have to hum, sing or turn on the radio while you do them. This encouraged me to dance througout the kitchen as I retrieved dishes, bent to scrape clean, washed and dried.  I also changed from leg to leg and kicked backwards as I washed each dish. Then, as I dried the dishes, I danced from the sink to the cupboard with each dish that I put away. Finally, the dishes were done and I wiped down the counters and the table, twirling my cloth, moving my hips and dancing from one area to the next.

I estimate the whole thing took me about 30 minutes.  I wonder how many calories I burned! Hm, it doesn’t matter. I got my exercise in and I enjoyed myself. Try it! I think you will like it.

What next!

Today I am in a reflective mood and I’m looking back! There were a lot of things I wanted out of life and I faced challenges that actually enabled me to do all the things I wanted to do.  I lived in Ontario for over 40 years and experienced all the adventures of being away from home. I made new friends and travelled to the places I wanted to visit.  I’ve had a great family and a very rewarding career. One of my goals, and also my husbands’s, was to retire to our home province of Newfoundland and a few years ago, we did just that. I can sum up my life as happy, rewarding, and successful.

Now that I’ve enjoyed life, I think about what experiences there may be when life is over. I cannot see happiness without objectives! Will there be new experiences that we cannot comprehend? Is is just over and there is nothing else? I can’t believe that! Where does the essence of life go? I feel certain that it leaves the body! No, there is something more! I feel it, I know it! I wish I could write about it, after I die,  so everybody on Earth would also know it. Unfortunately, I don’t believe we will be able to do that. Oh well, that’s the way it is! For now, I will just continue to enjoy my life and enjoy this new experience called retirement.


My Miracle Baby

I had many female problems when I was a teenager and throughout the early years of adulthood. Because of this, I always felt that I would not be able to conceive a child. When I married, I told my husband of my feelings and he accepted that there may not be any children.  After a few years of marriage, we decided to try for a baby.  Expectantly we watched for signs of pregnancy but nothing happened! Finally,  we went to a gynecologist and underwent testing to determine if there were any impediments. After many tests and much anxiety, we were told that both my fallopian tubes were blocked. They could try correcting it with surgery but the success rate was 1 in 4 or 25%. I was not surprised but was still disappointed. After much thought, we decided I would not have the surgery and we would adopt a child. On the day we were scheduled for an interview, I froze and susequently cancelled the appointment.

A few years later, I was feeling unwell and visited my family doctor. I was prone to a nervous stomach so he prescribed a mild sedative. My monthly problems continued and I called my gynecologist for the usual prescription. He returned my call, asked a lot of questions, paused, warned me not to get my hopes up, and told me he was ordering a pregnancy test. When I hung up the phone, I was speechless. “Could it be possible? How could it be possible? No, he was just being cautious! Better do what he says”. I had to find out, right now, today!  A self-test pregnancy kit from the drug store was “positive”.  I didn’t believe it! Off I went the next week for the required lab test! Then off to the gynecologist for the results! He confirmed the postive result and told my to lie on the table so he could examine me. I still couldn’t believe it! I told him he’d better be absolutely sure!   “There was no mistake” he said.  I was 3 months pregnant!  Still doubtful and bewildered, I gasped “how could that happen? I can’t have children”. He smiled, looked upwards, and said “sometimes miracles happen!”.

That first trimester I did all my normal activities with no thought for the consequences. I even went for a wild speed boat ride at full throttle, tossing back and forth like a yo yo. I took medication that I shouldn’t have taken. I smoked. After confirmation, my pregnancy was monitored very carefully and everything went well. But I still wasn’t convinced that it was real!  I had spent years believing that I couldn’t have children and I just couldn’t take it in that there was a baby growing inside me. Even though I felt the baby move, could feel the little arms and legs as he developed, could see the difference in my weight, I think I was afraid to believe it. When my friend held a baby shower for me at seven months, I remember thinking how disappointed they would be when it actually turned out to be a tumour or something. I think I even had my husband convinced.

On January 5, 1977, the gynecologist admitted me to hospital to induce labour because the baby was overdue. I was fearful but calm! When labour started, it proceeded quickly and the attending nurse gave me a mirror so I could watch the birth. I first saw the head of black hair and then I knew, without a doubt, that the baby was real! He was perfect! The love I felt was overwhelming! The doctor held up my son and exclaimed excitedly – You have a big, healthy beautiful baby boy!

Richard is my first and only child. I had to have a hysterectomy shortly after his birth. He continues to fill our lives with happinessa and this past summer, he married and we now have a daughter-in-law to love as well.