Nuestra Salud / Our Health

amartinez9's picture
Tuesday, December 30, 2014 - 5:26pm

Una de las cosas que más disfruto de nuestra cultura son los dichos y refranes. Uno de los más conocidos es, “Es mejor prevenir que lamentar.” Y este fue el dicho que vino a mi mente cuando se me informó que como empleada con el proveedor de salud más grande en la región central de California, se me requería vacunarme en contra de la gripe—para la salud de nuestros pacientes y la mía propia.


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jtaylor's picture
Thursday, May 29, 2008 - 7:38am

Was paging through "Healthy People 2010," an updated report by the Central Valley Health Policy Institute that ought to cause shame and action on the part of political leaders. (Hard to imagine, though, 'cause the 2003 report hasn't sparked much.)


jtaylor's picture
Tuesday, May 27, 2008 - 7:09am

As teachers refine their curricula and define class projects for next semester, here's a suggestion: Create a single website for all the area's major charities -- updating their needs on a weekly basis.


wholderman's picture
Monday, May 26, 2008 - 5:41pm

...to go 180 miles per hour at the Indianapolis Motor Speedway! A Muncie, Indiana great-great-grandmother wore her checkered-flag blouse to the event and excitedly crawled into the Dallara/650 horsepower two-seater with driver Andy Luyendyk, Jr (2006 Indy 500 veteran and son to the two-time winner). The precious grandma was cashing in on a gift certificate her children had presented to her for an "Indy Racing Experience". Apparently she has been attending the Indy 500 races since 1965 and loves the excitement, speed, and especially the noise.


wholderman's picture
Friday, May 23, 2008 - 11:18am

To all our employees that have or are actively serving in the armed forces, I salute you! We are approaching Memorial Weekend 2008 and I wanted to take time out and reflect upon it and share a little trivia about this recognition.


jtaylor's picture
Thursday, May 22, 2008 - 9:46am

My neighborhood gas station is fattening up even as my favorite Mexican restaurant is thinning out the chicken in my quesadilla.


I can now buy beer, beef jerky and a toy that too closely resembles an AK-47 at my cluttered Valero station, where the owner is desperately trying to sell something that makes him money 'cause the dollars spent on gas don't.