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@lucyshow11 So true! We had to be really hurt before we would tell mom!

Can you guess what it was that Mom used? 😭🤣

🚨🚨 IMPACTANTE: Estudio de resonancia magnética sobre niños pequeños expone algo ATERRADOR: Escanearon los cerebros de 60 niños de 3 a 5 años, incluyendo a Rose, de 5 años y descubrieron que el tiempo frente a pantallas interactivas está causando una pérdida medible de sustancia blanca en sus cerebros en desarrollo. Incluso solo 2 horas al día están ligadas a una conectividad neural deteriorada, así como al desarrollo del lenguaje y la alfabetización. "Vaya… No esperaba ver nada por el estilo"... Profesor Mike Nagel, neurocientífico y padre.

8. Very early breakfast "Give your body time for autophagy." 👉 First meal between 11 a.m. - 12 p.m. This way the body cleanses and regenerates itself.

Fewer than half of US adults read a book last year. Even fewer read an actual novel, and the trend is looking worse still for teenagers. Why is nobody talking about this??

@etheravibe Courtyards internally make more sense than the useless patch of front lawn that isn't even big enough for kids to play on.

i wonder why we gave up on houses with courtyards and why they’ve each turned into a luxury now

Are we ready to admit we should've just kept cable instead of paying for five different streaming apps?

A 5-year-old asks 107 questions per hour. By 5th grade: 0.48 questions per hour. The school system doesn't fail kids on math. It fails them on curiosity. And curiosity is the one skill AI can't replace.

🧵My Latest: We’ve been told for decades that kids are “resilient” after divorce. A new study tracking millions of children suggests something very different. The real effects don’t show up when you think they do. And by the time they do… it’s too late.

On the Greek island of Syros, animal lovers can live for free in exchange for caring for the island’s many stray cats. The nonprofit organization Syros Cats runs a popular volunteer program that offers free accommodation, utilities, and sometimes meals. In return, volunteers help care for the island’s estimated 3,000 stray cats by feeding them, cleaning shelters, socializing the animals, and assisting with sterilization and veterinary care. Volunteers typically stay in a shared house near the Aegean Sea, with private bedrooms, and commit several hours a day to cat care. The rest of their time is free to explore the charming capital of Ermoupoli, beautiful beaches, and picturesque villages. This unique program has become a dream opportunity for cat enthusiasts around the world, allowing them to enjoy authentic Greek island life while making a real difference for the local feline population.

Intermittent fasting is not about eating less food. It’s about eating less often, giving your body time to reset and recover between meals. Dr. Eric Berg, DC, not MD; information only

I grew up in Johannesburg eating margarine, white bread, and cereal. I was told this was healthy. 500 miles from my house, the San Bushmen of the Kalahari had been eating wild game, roots, and berries for thousands of years. I had a heart attack at 52. They had zero heart disease. Zero diabetes. Zero Alzheimer's. Same continent. Same century. Same species. Different food. Different outcome.

What children see at home shapes them more than anything they’re told. For boys especially, one of the strongest predictors of future success is watching their father love their mother. Not hearing about values, but seeing them lived out.

😱❗ IMAGINEZ : UNE SEULE INJECTION… ET VOS DENTS REPOUSSENT TOUTES SEULES ! 💥 ADIEU IMPLANTS, DENTIERS ET BRIDGES À VIE. 😲⚡Le Japon est en train de tester un médicament qui réveille vos « bourgeons dentaires dormants » (oui, vous en avez un troisième jeu caché dans la mâchoire depuis la naissance). Le truc de dingue ? Il bloque simplement une protéine appelée USAG-1 qui les empêchait de pousser. Résultat : de vraies dents avec racines, émail et tout le reste. Chez les souris et les furets, ça a marché à la perfection. Aujourd’hui, 30 hommes japonais de 30 à 64 ans (chacun avec au moins une dent manquante) reçoivent le traitement en intraveineuse dans les essais de Phase 1 à l’hôpital universitaire de Kyoto. Le but du Pr Katsu Takahashi et de sa start-up Toregem BioPharma ? Rendre ça disponible pour tout le monde d’ici 2030. C’est pas de la SF. C’est déjà en train de se passer. Préparez-vous à ne plus jamais voir le dentiste de la même façon. 😱 (Partagez si vous flippez autant que moi) #DentitionDuFutur #ScienceQuiDéchire #Japon2026

Adult children cutting off their parents is a topic most people don't wanna talk about.

@DebiEvansMatron Last recent stay in hospital--I was not even "allowed" to wipe my hands with an antibacterial wipe after being taken to the bathroom. "Oh, we don't stock those in here." Then my meal was dropped on my tray at 7am sharp.

Nursing in the 1970s – A World Away from Today. Back then, we changed patients’ beds daily sometimes more if needs required. Fresh, crisp sheets weren’t a luxury; they actually made people feel better. There was something healing about climbing into a clean bed with properly tucked envelope corners. We knew all our patients by name and they knew ours. Doctors in white coats and nurses in uniforms. We knew who everyone was. The ward looked welcoming. Vases of flowers from relatives and the local flower stand to the entrance of the hospital. adorned the bedsides. Families weren’t “visitors” to be tolerated, on the contrary they were welcomed, included, and often helped with little jobs. It felt like a community. Any problems, family would be 1st to spot and report. Matron ruled the roost. You didn’t want a summons to her office. One look from her and you straightened your apron and your attitude. Standards were non-negotiable. We turned bedridden or unconscious patients every two hours, religiously, to prevent pressure sores. No exceptions. Fluid balance charts hung at the end of every bed, constantly we encouraged patients to drink, recorded every sip, and took mouth care seriously. Basic care was never “basic”, it was fundamental. Doctors sometimes prescribed a pint of Guinness for the anaemic or a sherry for the frail elderly. It worked wonders for appetite and morale. After acute illness, patients went to proper convalescent homes for a week or two by the sea. Fresh air, good food, gentle exercise. It prevented bed-blocking and got people home stronger. Palliative care wasn’t a separate specialty it was woven into our training. We knew how to sit with the dying, hold a hand, ease discomfort. TLC wasn’t a slogan. It was our mantra. We didn’t have fancy equipment or endless paperwork, but we had time for patients. We saw the person, not just the diagnosis. So… what on earth went wrong? How did we move from this to where basic care is sometimes rushed or non existent, relatives feel like a nuisance, and “turning” someone properly is squeezed between targets and tick-boxes? When did we lose the simple things that actually made people feel safe and cared for? This is just the tip of an iceberg, I could go on. I’d love to hear from other nurses who trained or worked in that era. What do you remember most fondly? #Nursing #1970s #OldSchoolNursing #TLC #PatientCare

‘Do you know how hard you have to abuse a mammal for them not to have children?’ (re humanbeings)