“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” ~Mark Twain
I was thinking this morning:
Yesterday I kinda tore my stitch a bit and found my arm bleeding. It took me two hours to act like a doctor and fix my foolishness. But then I thought about how it is not foolish…
I carry many days of the week now a big 5 to 6 liter of water home. I also carry a bag of food for us to eat on. Many times I carry this on 8 to 10 kilometers during my walk and I have said in the past that my right hand and arm are not as strong as they use to be. Well, carrying water has strengthen my arm (both) a bunch…
Today I carried without issues the water in my right hand all the way. I use my left hand more than my right many times, because of easy to weaken the right. It is caused by my heart attacks in the past, but now I find that my right arm is gaining stamina…
The messing up a stitch made me switch my tactics and it was all okay. Today my left arm has healed just enough that it is solid and stable. I heal fast and for that I am lucky…
Then I was thinking:
It takes longer to get things back to normal as we get older, but we can do it. I am living proof of such a thought. When I came to Russia I was in very bad shape. I would image most people would think I would be crazy to come to a country that Americans think is so terrible and backwards that I would have died, immediately…
But I found very knowledgeable doctors, very good healthcare and the pricing made it easy to swallow and bite the bullet to get things done. I realize that many would scoff at such thinking and I have been called every name in the book over all the years for even thinking that Russian Healthcare is good…
I am still alive because of Russian Healthcare:
The biggest thing I found in Russian Healthcare was the fact that the doctors or almost all women and women care. The men doctors I still see in Russia do not have the same aegis attitude and abilities and really that is normal. I am the same way. It is like in America the nurse is the one to deal with what the doctor says and she is the person who has the skills to do the job right. Here in Russia the doctors are women and thus, I have found that you basically get the same doctor and nurse all in one…not always but many times…
I have also learned through Svetochka, that you must do research and make many decisions about your healthcare on your own. The internet is a vast array of fantastic information about 99% of all that is and could be wrong with you. That research and the doctor create a condition that means you have care and your knowledge is much superior to the situation that I found myself in in America…
I have wrote many times on this blog about how bad it was in America and the healthcare had me so drugged up that I could barely function…
I have no doubt that in America I would be dead right now:
I must have done something right in my life. For my little sweetpea as I call Svetochka, has been by my side since before I even came to Russia. One of my heart attacks number six I believe, she stayed in touch by phone constantly. Half way around the world and she took all the time necessary to be available to help as she could. How many guys could say that and how many guys could say that someone sight unseen would travel half way around the world to see you?
I came to Russia in 2006:
No one in America gave a crap if I lived or died and I would be dead right now. All the men in my family from my dad and all his brothers (3 of them) died at 50….I am lucky that both my grandads lived to be 83 and I hope to follow. But it was very close when that first heart attack hit…
I am thankful for how all the conditions came together in Russia to extend my life. I do wake everyday and realize that I am on borrowed time and am thankful to wake and be alive each and everyday. When I wake it is a comfort to find my sweetpea next to me and I am 99% of the time up early, getting coffee and making breakfast. I have learned to be a quiet mouse as I move around the flat and Svetochka has learned to sleep through a tornado if she needs to…
The up early has only been acquired since the Tiny Russian Village era. 2014 was when I finally shook off the health issues after going through many withdraw from prescription medicine and mental depression from so many health issues. It took me years to get out of having so many antidepressants in America. I still have health issues but the Tiny Russian Village was where I gathered myself and got back on track completely. That is when I healed and became strong again. Thus, TRV is in my soul also and I look forward to getting back and living as basic as is comfortable…
It all started 10 years ago, when I came to Russia. It started with dropping the worse to start, the happy pills as I call them, the antidepressants. These pills were hard to drop and I took it on as a do or die situation. Taking antidepressants is a death sentence and no one better believe different, or you will find out soon enough. They take your soul and they take your mind… Source: I have come a long ways… | Windows to Russia
One day:
I will find Sveta and I living in our Tiny Russian Village home and I hope to live to 100…
WtR