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Demotivation

Written By: Charles - Mar• 10•19

Imbolc                                                                          Recovery Moon

daylight saving timeYou may not feel like I do. That’s ok. But, I hate daylight saving time. To have the clocks change on our 29th anniversary is a cruel poke in the eye. Well, that may be extreme, but it certainly irritates me. So it’s 7:30 am when it used to be 6:30 am. I’m sensing from different articles I’ve read that I’m not alone. Maybe, just maybe, somebody will have pity on us dstphobes and allow one time to rule us all. Please.

The sun is up, no grass has riz. I know where the flowers is. Comfortably beneath the snow. We’re 10 days away from the vernal equinox and there are patches of bare ground in the back, which faces north and tends to remain snow covered. However. We got back to (Minnesota, oops. No) Colorado in mid-April 2016 after Joe and SeoAh’s wedding. The day before we plucked the Rav4 out of long term parking Conifer received 4 feet, that’s right, 48 inches, of snow. This is the time of heavy wet snowstorms. They can take out power lines, precipitate heart attacks, and give us the moisture our aquifers and forests and rivers need. Go, snow.

eatingKate’s now on a 20 hour feeding cycle with her tpn. That means 4 hours free of carrying around the satchel that contains the pump and the now much heavier nutrition bag. With oxygen tubing a constant the addition of the tpn has made moving around a balletic exercise. And, it gets old. Both do things she needs and needs badly, even so. So the 4 hours are wonderful. If we go into the next phase of the tpn, not assured because of medicare, she’ll shift to a 12 hour on, 12 hour off cycle. This rhythm, first 24 hours, then 20, then 12 is to prevent refeeding syndrome.*

Talking with Kate yesterday about demotivation. The stress of her illnesses, hospitalizations, and very slow recovery, coupled with the domestic chores like dog care, cooking, picking up, laundry takes up most of my juice. Though I’m back from pneumonia I’m still fatigued by the afternoon. Don’t feel like doing anything creative. Not yet anyhow.

camelsBrother Mark reports on his walks around Arar in northern Saudia Arabia. He’s been living there since last September, teaching English as a second language. He observed this: “I took a walk, behind the bus station, past the police station, and up into a desert area next to a development. I met a camel herd. One young male camel was going in circles, foaming at the mouth. This means he is in a period of sexual excitement. He was literally going around in circles, freaking out, poor lad. He may have been tethered to a post.” Wrote him back and said this comment reminded me of high school.

More later. Like always.

 

 

“Refeeding syndrome is a syndrome consisting of metabolic disturbances that occur as a result of reinstitution of nutrition to patients who are starved, severely malnourished or metabolically stressed due to severe illness. When too much food and/or liquid nutrition supplement is consumed during the initial four to seven days of refeeding, this triggers synthesis of glycogen, fat and protein in cells, to the detriment of serum (blood) concentrations of potassium, magnesium, and phosphorus.[1][2] Cardiac, pulmonary and neurological symptoms can be signs of refeeding syndrome. The low serum minerals, if severe enough, can be fatal. wiki, op cit

 

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