З життя
Прокачай Свій Розум!
Покращуй свої знання!
ЧИ ВИ ЗНАЛИ?❓
Птахи не мочаться.
Кони та корови можуть спати стоячи.
Кажан єдиний ссавець, що уміє літати. Кістки ніг у нього такі тонкі, що він не може ходити.
Навіть коли очі змії закриті, вона все одно може бачити крізь свої повіки.
Попри їхнє пухнасте біле хутро, білі ведмеді насправді мають чорну шкіру.
Середня хатня муха живе лише 2-3 тижні.
На кожного мешканця Землі припадає приблизно один мільйон мурах.
Невелика кількість алкоголю може звести скорпіона з розуму і змусити його вжалити себе до смерті.
Крокодили та акули можуть жити до 100 років.
Бджола має два шлунки: один для меду, інший для їжі.
Слони важать менше, ніж язик синього кита. Серце синього кита має розмір машини.
Сині кити – найбільші створіння, що коли-небудь існували на Землі.
Таракан може вижити без голови близько тижня, поки не помре від голоду.
Коли дельфін хворий або поранений, його крики тривоги спонукають інших дельфінів допомагати йому підніматися на поверхню для дихання.
Равлик може спати до 3 років.
Найшвидший птах, голкохвіст, може летіти зі швидкістю до 170 км/год. (Сапсан навіть швидший із 390 км/год).
Корова виробляє майже 200,000 склянок молока за своє життя.
П’явка має 32 мозки.
Середній вуличний кіт живе лише 3 роки, в той час як коти, що живуть тільки вдома, можуть жити 16 років і більше.
Акули стійкі до всіх хвороб, включаючи рак.
Пробосцис комара має 47 гострих країв, щоб легше прорізати шкіру та навіть захисний одяг.
Людський мозок має об’єм пам’яті понад 2,5 мільйона петабайтів, що еквівалентно 2,500,500 гігабайтам.
Знання – це сила!
Явища в біології, які викликають поступову втрату м’язової маси, сили та функції з віком, називаються саркопенією!
Саркопенія означає прогресивну втрату скелетної м’язової маси та сили через старіння. Вплив цього стану може бути серйозним, залежно від індивідуальних характеристик.
Як запобігти саркопенії?
Будьте активними: якщо ви можете стояти, не сидіть; якщо ви можете сидіти, не лежіть! Рух – це ключ до запобігання втрати м’язів.
Заохочуйте рух у літніх людей: коли літня людина захворіла або потрапила до лікарні, не закликайте їх відпочивати в ліжку. Допомагайте їм ходити, якщо вони не надто слабкі. Лежання в ліжку навіть протягом тижня може призвести до втрати 5% м’язової маси, і вони часто не можуть повністю відновити цю втрату.
Саркопенія більш тривожна, ніж остеопороз: при остеопорозі основна небезпека полягає у падінні, тоді як саркопенія погіршує якість життя і сприяє підвищенню рівня цукру в крові через зменшення м’язової маси.
Неактивні м’язи швидше втрачають масу: м’язи на ногах швидко погіршуються, коли ними не користуються. Сидіння або лежання обмежують рухи ніг, що призводить до їхнього ослаблення. Такі активності, як ходьба, біг і велоспорт допомагають нарощувати та підтримувати м’язову масу.
Старіння починається з ніг! Зберігайте свої ноги активними та сильними з віком. Якщо ви не рухатимете ногами навіть два тижні, ви втратите силу десятиліття! Регулярні вправи, такі як ходьба та велоспорт, життєво важливі для підтримки м’язової сили.
Стопи підтримують вагу всього тіла, тому вони критично важливі для мобільності. Отже, ходіть щодня, щоб підтримувати силу та рухливість.
My Dear Wife – When my brother would visit, he always asked, “How have you managed to live with the same wife for so many years? What’s your secret?” “Love and endless patience—that’s all there is to it,” I’d always reply. “Not for me,” he’d laugh. “I love all women—each one’s a mystery. Why live with an open book?” My younger brother, Peter, married at eighteen; his bride, Anna, was ten years his senior. She fell in love with Peter for life, but for him, it was only a fling. Anna moved into Peter’s crowded family home, treasured her collection of porcelain figurines, and believed she’d caught happiness by the tail. I, meanwhile, was hoping to find the one woman to love forever—and I did, marrying my wife over fifty years ago. Anna and Peter lasted ten years. She gave her all to their marriage, but he grew restless, drinking more, staying out with questionable friends, and finally, smashing her precious figurines in a drunken rage—leaving only one intact. After they divorced, Anna and her son returned to her hometown, and Peter spiraled deeper, remarrying and divorcing, his once-promising future lost to drink and chaos. Years later, terminally ill and alone, Peter asked me to deliver a suitcase filled with porcelain figurines and his savings to Anna—his final apology for all she’d endured. I found Anna, now caring for her ill son, and gave her Peter’s last gift. She thanked us in a letter—and sold the figurines to fund a new life in Canada for herself and her son. “I’m grateful that Peter considered me his dear wife,” she wrote. “Perhaps he never stopped loving me after all.”
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