Hypertension Mantra

 Seize her. Time to measure me. Look at a deeper, truer image.  Memory from 68 years past. Imagination, hearsay, mystery, photographs.  Unsaid words, uncluttered thoughts, driven by the wind, caressed by the sun. I see a bony framed child on a bike.  I see a monster beside me. Be still. I am so afraid.  I see an insecure adolescent. I see a sad faced girl - confused.  Who is she? 

I read somewhere that if you start faking happiness, then you'll start feeling it. Just believe, so the article says. My answer to hypertension.  Right around the corner, I was waiting to be happy.  It's been about two years since my last post. Though, nothing seems to have changed much about how I feel, I am calmer. And would like to believe that I am  more self-assured. Though my Mother is no longer around, there's that certain harmony - I think. I know she is happier now that she is finally at peace. Moved recently to a new place.  Surprised  that I did it almost alone. But soon I discover, the house is almost crumbling due to termite infestation.  My family and I, we seem to have come to an understanding.   Them fixing everything that's messed up. So thankful and happy somehow.  The happiness I feel is it fake?

I found this piece of writing of George Orwell which suits my definition best of writing. "Looking back through the last page or two, I see that I have made it appear as though my motives in writing were wholly public-spirited. I don’t want to leave that as the final impression. All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand. For all one knows that demon is simply the same instinct that makes a baby squall for attention. And yet it is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one’s own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane. I cannot say with certainty which of my motives are the strongest, but I know which of them deserve to be followed. And looking back through

Not talking about hypertension but on memory related problems which definitely affects the elderly. Read below: It is possible that seniors who consult a specialist due to forgetfulness and are prescribed with Donepezil may be suffering from symptoms of dementia associated with Alzheimer's disease. "Dementia is a condition of the brain which causes a gradual loss of mental ability. This includes problems with memory, understanding, judgement, thinking and language. Other problems also commonly develop such as changes in personality and changes in the way a person interacts with others in social situations." Symptomatic as thinking and memory problems, Donepezil is not a "cure for dementia, but it can help" address problems associated with the condition. "Donepezil increase the level of a natural chemical called acetylcholine. This is a chemical which allows nerve cells in the brain to connect with each other." Sleeping problems could be a side effect t

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