Three cups of tea for a day.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2972799/Three-cups-tea-day-cut-risk-diabetes-add-milk.html

LOOK AT YOUR HANDS

 email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai.

 - THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!!  AND SO TRUE - ENJOY

HERE'S A GOOD WAY TO LOOK AT YOUR HANDS.   (MALE OR FEMALE)   NEVER QUITE THOUGHT OF IT THIS WAY BEFORE    JUST  LOOK AT THE PICTURE A GOOD WHILE, AND THEN READ THE  REST.  IT WILL TOUCH  YOU.  I  was privileged to take a photo of  'Five Generations of Women'  Grandma's  Hands    GRANDMA'S  HANDS A must read thru to the end, please!! Grandma, some ninety-plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench.. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.  When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.  Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. 'Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking,' she said in a clear voice strong.  'I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK,' I explained to her.  'Have you ever looked at your hands,' she asked. 'I mean really looked at your hands?'  I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.  Grandma smiled and related this story:  'Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years.  These hands, though wrinkled shrivelled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.  'They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer.  They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war. 'They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent.  They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special. They  wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when  I buried my parents and  spouse.  'They  have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbours, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.  They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.  'These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life.  But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of God.  I will never look at my hands the same way again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home. When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.  I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.  When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another.  Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.  Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something God would  do.                                                                           Treat everyone with politeness, even those who are rude to you -- not because they are nice, But because you are.

Kitchen ideas

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/food/article-2968449/The-22-kitchen-hacks-change-way-cook.html

Sri Lankan Street Parade at SL vs Eng match

email from Daya Jayasinghe

I hope you will enjoy this 3.5 min video clip. Please click on the link.

Never seen most of these Sri Lankans before.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A3HQg1_Bupw

Birds of Paradise Project

Email from Daya Jayasinghe

The pictures related to these were on National Geographic recently .. Came across this video ..  itsWOW all the way..  http://www.cornell.edu/video/?VideoID=2398

Irish Bus Thieves.

 email from Kamalini Kanapathippillai

Two Irish friends leave the pub. One says to other, 'I can't be bothered to walk all the way home.' 'I know, me too, but we've no money for a cab and we've missed the last bus home.' 'We could steal a bus from the depot,' replies his mate. They arrive at the bus depot and one goes in to get a bus while the other keeps a look-out. After shuffling around for ages, the lookout shouts, 'What are you doing? Have ye not found one yet?' 'I can't find a number 91' ‘ Oh fer goodness sake, ye t’ick sod, just pinch the No. 14 and we'll walk from the roundabout.

Here are some laughs for you.

email from Gallege De Silva	08:54 (22 hours ago)

 

 MEDICAL EXAMS

1. A man comes into the ER and yells . . .'
My wife's going to have her baby in the cab.'
I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, lifted the lady's dress and began to take off her underwear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs - - - and I was in the wrong one.

Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald ,
San Francisco 

2... At the beginning of my shift 
I placed a stethoscope on an elderly 
and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. 

'Big breaths,'. . . I instructed. 
'Yes, they used to be,'. . .replied the patient.

Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes , 
Seattle , WA 

3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad 
news when I told a wife that her husband had 
died of a massive myocardial infarct.

Not more than five minutes later, I heard her 
reporting to the rest of the family that he had 
died of a 'massive internal fart.'
Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg 

4. During a patient's two week follow-up
appointment with his cardiologist, he informed 
me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with
one of his medications..
' Which one ?'. .. . I asked. 'The patch...
The Nurse told me to put on a new one every six hoursand now I'm running out of places to put it !' I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see.
Yes, the man had over fifty  patches on his body!

Now, the instructions include removal of 
the old patch before applying a new one.
Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair , 
Norfolk , VA 

5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked, 'How long have you been bedridden?'

 

After a look of complete confusion she answered .. . .' Why, not for about twenty years - when my husband was alive.'
Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson- 
Corvallis , OR 

6. I was performing rounds at the 
hospital one morning and while checking 
up on a man I asked . . .' So how's your 
breakfast this morning?' “It's very good 
except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem 
to get used to the taste,” Bob replied.
I then asked to see the jelly and Bob produced
a foil packet labeled 'KY Jelly.'
Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf , 
Detroit , MI 

7. A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, 
entered . .. . It was quickly determined that 
the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was 
scheduled for immediate surgery. When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green and above it there was a tattoo that read . . .' Keep off the grass.'

Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon
wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, 
which said 'Sorry . . . had to mow the lawn.'
Submitted by RN no name,

AND FINALLY!! ! . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . 

8. As a new, young MD doing his residency in OB. I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams... To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. 

The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. 
I looked up from my work and sheepishly said. . .
' I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?' 
She replied with tears running down 
her cheeks from laughing so hard . ..

' No doctor but the song you were whistling was . . ..
' I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener .' ' Dr. wouldn't submit his name.... 
ONE MORE 

Baby's First Doctor Visit 

This made me laugh out loud. 
I hope it will give you a smile! 

It's my favourite of the lot !!!

A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room,waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam. 

The doctor arrived, and examined the baby,

checked his weight, and being a little concerned, asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed. 'Breast-fed,' she replied.. 

'Well, strip down to your waist,' the doctor ordered. 

She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts

for a while in a very professional and detailed examination. 

Motioning to her to get dressed, the doctor said, 'No wonder this baby is underweight.

You don't have any milk.' 

I know,' she said, 'I'm his Grandma, 

But I'm glad I came.