Hw#18-Health & Illness & Feasting

While we were enjoying our meal, i noticed everybody's plates had piles of food and that it didn't matter because it was "thanksgiving" therefore it was okay. Most of us didn't count what was in our food or what it contained and if we were eating too much or too little that can possibly make us sick. We don't pay attention to our bodies unless we have to so everybody just kep stuffing their face with a whole lot of turkey. It was towards the end when everybody was getting really full and decided to stop eating, if it was up to them they would probably continue to eat. I know for myself my plate had so much food and by the time i was done i had to unbutton my pants.

One of my mom's family friend that came over i noticed that he was kind of fat and he had two plates of rice. I thought to myself should he really be eating a second one with the weight that he has? Also i noticed that he wanted to get more food but seemed a little bit embarassed because of everyone else.There was a lot of talking at the table than what i expected to be because usually everybody is focusing on eating and enjoying the food. It didn't really matter how much you ate just as long as you had that secure feeling that you were full was good. You could have been packing a whole bunch of heart attacks coming but it didn't matter.

After everybody finshed eating, all the guys went and watched the football game debating, drinking beer while the woman were in the dining room drinking wine and talking about other stuff. Then everybody had cheescake and pumpkin pie with coffee while the kids had cucpakes to top off the whole thanksgiving feast. Everybody was not moving much everybody was pretty much relaxed since they ate so much food and just stood still.

HW#17-First Thoughts on the Illness & Dying Unit

I encountered illness twice with very close people in my family. One was my great grandmother, she had been sick for so many years since i was five years old. It was matter of time before she would pass away but at the same time nobody was ready for it to happen. The second was my grandfather which came to a shock to all of us. The day before he became very ill he was perfectly fine doing the usual things. Then the next day he was rushed to the hospital and each day he was getting worse. It was crazy how one day you can be perfectly fine and the next day terminally ill.

Growing up when somebody is ill or dying, you are suppose to go see them and comfort them even though you know that they are going to die which is the worst part. In my family lots of times we pray for the people who are sick and hopefully they get better(doesn't happen all the time. Following that in lots of hispanic background when people are dying or died, we have these praying session with the bible and the rosey. I never realized how in depth they go and the reason why, i honestly don't like it.

I always wondered where the social norms come from and how they came about with having funerals and seeing that constant ill person at the hospital. What if we never visited them at all or not the proper burial does that make it bad? In society being terminally ill or dying are suppose to have that their family near them and always have that comfort zone so possibly it will make them get better.