I am not sure which it is about the powder, maybe both, but I will take what I can get! Haha.
The hubby is like that, being able to do math in his head. Our oldest, apparently got that from him. He is having a difficult time learning to read, but put a math problem in front of him and he has the answer faster than anyone. He loves math, so far, and despises reading. I am the complete opposite. It makes me curious how our youngest will be.
In most cases, a heart murmur is innocent. It can sometimes be heard, but doesn't always mean there is an issue. Both of my boys have murmurs, but they are classified as innocent ones. Now, my oldest, his Aorta is slightly smaller than it should be, so we have to be careful if he complains that his chest is hurting, but has nothing to do with the murmur.
My murmur is loud and proud and easily heard, but again, I have a heart condition, so I'll always have it. I do have some complications, like chest pains and what not, but nothing that happens to send up a red flag. I have the EKGs in my history to prove it. That is always the first thing that happens if I have to go to the hospital.
I think most people are animal lovers. And I love the idea what most places allow family members to bring in pets. Shoot, the first nursing home that I worked at actually had two cats that WERE residents. The residents loved to see them and they had free roam of the floor.
My Beagle mix, Reese, I used to take him to work on my days off. I had one specific resident who had Boston Terriers at home that her daughter adopted when she was unable to care for them. So me bringing Reese in always brightened her day. He loved going around and getting treats from the residents able to give them to him.
My last job, we had a resident who could be a handful. She would scratch, claw, kick, and even bite if she could reach. When she got like that, we knew it was time for her son to bring in his dog. Sophia was one of those big Poodles. (Not sure if they have actual names.) She was solid white and oh so fluffy; and a complete joy. We loved to see her come through the door because she did not know a stranger. Sophia would take all the loving she could get and she didn't care who gave it to her. She had to stop by every resident who was still up in the lounge and greet them before going back. After Sophia's visit, that resident was just as calm and sweet as could be for the longest time. It is amazing how people can respond to an animal.
That is part of what I am going through now. Both of my parents are sick. My dad has been fighting cancer for 2 years and as soon as we found out, the hospital was asking if I wanted to put him in a nursing home. Uh, no. Dad may be sick and on oxygen now, but he still cooks, showers, and has his normal routine. Granted, he doesn't drive anymore and my uncle does have to come and cut the grass, but for the most part, he still does relatively well for himself, just a bit slower. When they were asking, Dad was pretty sick and not in his right mind from the medicine. He had to have a g-tube put in his stomach to help with his nutritional needs. He had surgery on his tongue that left him unable to swallow for the longest, but now is perfectly fine.
If I had agreed to that, being his MPOA, he would have lost everything. His home, all his tools in the basement from his days of work, his blazer, four-wheeler, and everything that ever meant anything to him. I am a firm believer in letting someone keep their Independence for as long as possible. If I had agreed, I honestly believe that he wouldn't have recovered. He more than likely would have given up the fight and he wouldn't still be here.
Right now, seeing what my parents are going through, health wise, my biggest fear is that when I get to that point, I do not want to be a prisoner in my own body; if my mind is still there, but my body is basically given up. I don't think I could handle that.