fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the lesser known truths in the health and wellness world of Longevity.
My Covid Diary
My Covid Diary Jan 8: Day 1 Crap! Just got my Covid test results back ... POSITIVE! I have followed all the guidelines - social distancing, small social bubble, frequent hand washing, wear a mask in public, only go out for essentials. I only got tested because my friend Kyle had a positive test yesterday. We’re both single and formed a small social bubble last year. My Mom will have to be tested since I have visited her to help out.
By Steven Hernden5 years ago in Longevity
Everything Comes at a Price
Kyrra I found it in the gutter — a soggy black notebook with raised gold bands and an impossibly smooth cover. I carefully smoothed open the first page to see five words scrawled in whimsical, delicate script across it: Everything comes at a price.
By Hannah Anderson5 years ago in Longevity
Dream Lucid
The narrator often looks at a story in the third person. A two way mirror between the experience and the exercise of control over it. A lucid dream allows that narrator to perceive the world as he sees fit while also accepting the boundaries placed by his own indoctrination. “This is already too heavy. Even if I read 2 pages a minute like a turtle, I’d still have to start this book from the beginning.” He turns the small black book upside down and places it open on his desk because a bookmark is a sign of unfinished thought. It’s the same reason he always ends on even numbered pages. As his eyes readjust to the blueish hue of the fluorescent lamp, he turns to peak at the written note on the wall where his bed is firmly pressed against. The instructions read “One. Picture yourself standing inside of a dark room where all the walls are painted black”. He goes to lay down, making sure his window is wide open, for the cold air sleeps well with him. He checks his phone's alarm settings to make sure it goes off in 6 hours. Right before he turns off his lamp, quickly glancing at the note one last time, and he says in his head “Two. Ask yourself Am I dreaming?” He closes his eyes. This room seems to create a deafening inner ear blare only heard in silence. Opening his eyes, he stares at this black wall in a room that seems to move further and further away from him. He closes his eyes again and repeats the instructions over and over. “Ok, black room, Am I dreaming, look at hands, engage with objects, manifest objects, check the time, pinch your nose.” He quickly grabs his nose but he doesn’t feel his hand touch them. “I’m breathing fine, yes! Ok, let’s go.” He starts jogging down the corridor looking left and right until he sees a window then rushes toward it. He places his forehead against the glass to peer inside. “This feels soft like my pillow” he thought feeling the glass warp due to the force of his pressing. “There it is” he said. He opens the window and climbs through it.
By Daron Hogans5 years ago in Longevity
Leaving The Matrix:
Bruce is a bright, young African American male from North Hollywood, California. Raised with in a middle class family the reality of a life of leisure always seemed well off. Despite the normal upbringing, through the example of his grandmother who was a total rock star he always knew he was bound for something great...but what exactly?
By Bruce Donovan5 years ago in Longevity
The Beginning
Hometown, a compound word. When I think of home I think of origin and town, place. I once walked through my origin without giving the place much thought, much value. As an adult I recognize that my hometown has shaped me into a person with compassion for others because of my circumstances I was always grateful and aware of the circumstances of people around me. In college the kids would go to my hometown to party but were warned be careful because its dangerous. In 2019 the crime rate in New Haven was 431. Which was 1.6 times higher than the national average. New Haven is the land of opportunity for some but a trap for others. Where a lump sum are born, often ill prepared for life, and unprepared for opportunities, so preparation never meets opportunity. Minds are trapped by what they see and never see, bodies are trapped by where they go and where they will never go. What a tourist might see, historic stone buildings, manicured lawns, and big black iron rod gates. From inside the window, students might see a campus full of possibilities while the kids peaking in those windows see limited possibilities. As an adult I question who are those gates keeping out and what are those gates keeping in. My mother was one of those students who was able to look out the window, but I was one of those students looking in. Leaving me with the understanding of what it is like growing up in a city where the main attraction is an ivy league and that being the brightest spot, well-lit streets away from closed minds that don’t get fed. What excites me about my hometown is holes I can crawl into and find phenomenal food. Wooster Street also known as Little Italy is where you can find the best pizza and Italian food. On Howe Street Mamoun’s is the middle eastern place where you can get the best falafel sandwich, with the spiciest homemade hot sauce that is so good but can only be consumed in small portions. The best feature is that they are open until the wee hours of the morning and they also serve hookah. This piece of home has kept home in my heart while studying in New York where one exists in Greenwich Village and I enjoyed tasting a piece of home in Atlanta where they recently opened a new location. My city made me. As a young child I couldn’t figure out how such a small uneventful place could be called a city. New York is a city, later realizing New York is like no other city. That New York is the city that never sleeps. As if a city is alive, wakes, and sleeps. That if you can make it in New York you can make it anywhere. In 2016, I made it in New York, living in Harlem, then Long Island. I am now prepared to live anywhere. My hometown has made me a traveler. Someone who wants to live many places and make them all home. Someone who wants to visit her hometown, but never live there. Someone who hears New Haven referenced in scenes of Law and Order, who feels slightly excited because of the memories made there and in New York. Someone who feels like an insider understanding the dynamics of New Haven while understanding its close proximity to New York and what that means for residents and travelers alike. Hometown, a place where I was born. A place that houses memories and familiar faces. The place where my journey started. Where my identity began to form. A place that shaped me, but no longer my home. That value diminished when I left my origin to chase my dreams to find a new place to call home.
By Nailah abdul-rahman5 years ago in Longevity
Ethical Concept
Medicine practice has in many ways changed to bring out the relevance of ethical principles. Study of medicine intervenes in methods that previously were not possible; clients are more informed, there are more common litigations; physicians need awareness of the cost effect of their services to the society, they have to dedicate their jurisdiction to their institution, the health fraternity and the state. Medical behavior and ethics concern the way to carry out problems arising from the patients care. Mostly, the decisions of clinics must take into consideration the medical condition of their clients.
By Nelly Cook5 years ago in Longevity
Is Wearing a Mask Turning You Into a Mouth Breather?
Covid-19 and daily mask-wearing turned me into a mouth-breather. Do you know what they say about mouth-breathers? According to Urban Dictionary, a mouthbreather is basically a stupid idiot. Literally, someone who lacks the necessary intelligence to learn to breathe through their nose. Harsh, right?
By Bradlee Bryant5 years ago in Longevity
