Living in Wisconsin has many benefits including warm summers on the lakes, snowy winters on the ski slopes, Green Bay Packer games wearing cheese-shaped hats, Babcock ice cream at the Memorial Union Terrace, and delicious cheese curds available at every local restaurant. With the cheese and ice cream so readily available, constipation can become an issue for the young and old alike. More times than not, people do not even realize they are constipated when they in fact are. Health care providers spend A LOT of time talking with patients about proper pooping, so we decided to dedicate this post to the colon (and we will try to use as many colorful euphemisms as possible in this blog post, however I’m sure every reader has their own favorite way to talk about pooping).
NOTE TO READERS: On May 11, 2016, baby Gavin Allen Russell was born to parents Brandon and Danielle Russell of Mount Horeb. Sadly, Gavin did not survive due to a chromosomal disorder known as Trisomy 13 that affects 1 in 16,000 babies. While the Russells have slowly begun to cope with such a devastating loss, their story is nevertheless beautifully told and filled with hope, faith, love and strength. We post this as a source of information and comfort for anyone who has had a similar experience or know other families who have as well.
New grandbaby on the way?
The inclination to spoil grandchildren from day one may very well be woven into the “Grandparent DNA.” But what if the newest addition to your family needs something from you that’s much more important than that giant stuffed teddy bear you bought, or even a pony?
Last week, there was an epidemic of overdosing on a designer drug. Thirty-three people in New York went to the hospital with complications of synthetic cannabinoid (called “K2” or “spice”) use all within several hours (that number actually rose to 130 overdoses over the course of the week). This is the most press designer drugs have received since Miley Cyrus was caught with Salvia.
“I’m a little graduate
Aren’t you proud of me?
I know my numbers and ABCs
I made lots of friends and had fun, too
Now, I’m off to big kids’ school!”
The sweet little ditty my son Benjamin and his classmates sang at junior-K graduation, to the tune of “I’m a Little Teapot,” was enough to turn this mama into an emotional puddle. (And don’t even get me started on the caps and gowns.)