Steps Onward

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Slightly over a month ago, my donkey Pimmy was hospitalized for days because her liver was failing. I hadn’t recognized the signs that was happening. Now, I understand that livers are lovely because they can regenerate.

Yesterday, Pimmy had a post-hospital wellness check. Her blood analysis shows that her liver is recovering and in the high-normal range. She’s not out of the woods yet.

Pimmy went into the hospital with her weight way down because she had lost her appetite. Post-hospital, she has regained both appetite and weight. I learned yesterday that her “downweight” level was perfect for her. But we had to get her to eat again, accomplished that, and now she’s too heavy.

Pimmy is being started on a diet. She may eat only 6.5 pounds of hay daily; she also needs meds (and resists being mediated). The vet explained ways to “trick her” into taking them. So last evening, Hungry Pimmy got a little gain sprinkled with a powdered med and ate that mix. She also gobbled a “Little Debbie” (something or other) with a bad-tasting pill buried inside. That pill had been double-disguised–inserted into a gelatin capsule–to hide its smell.

If she takes the meds freely, that’ll be so nice. Now that her liver issue is more under control, we have begun medicating for her Cushing’s disease. That means Pimmy needs the awful-tasting pill daily and for the rest of her life. She also must stay at an appropriate weight.

I’ll be playing by ear to feed and medicate her appropriately. I hope to manage without reducing my outside part-time working hours or quitting altogether. On some evenings, I help to close the store, which turns a last feeding for the horses (and Pimmy) into a very late effort that needs handling quickly. Now, it includes both medication and calorie control.

Dear Friends: I hold close that “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.” Diana

Presence

Wednesday, June 26, 2024

I’m in an excellent mood and unsure why my brain feels happier than usual. Maybe it’s to offset inner anxiety because I anticipate finding myself in trouble when I arrive at work this afternoon. Yesterday evening, while closing my department, I didn’t take care of two routines. The evening had been quiet, so my slips weren’t critical, but I am charged to do them always.

I must be authentic in considering all this, as brains don’t technically “feel” emotions like humans do. Some physical and social activities can release certain chemicals that induce the brain states we associate with happiness. Some factors that contribute to a “happier” brain are exercise, social connections, sleep, and purpose. Some or all might be fueling my brain with “happiness” chemicals (e.g., dopamine) in these moments.

Physical components are also involved. Exercise, sunlight, and gratitude are some of the things that might be helping to fuel today’s “high.” My exercise routines still aren’t enough, but are happening. The days are abundantly sunlit. I have worked on focusing, being aware, and expressing gratitude for some time.

Why do I feel happy today despite anticipating worrisome workplace problems? Well, complex brain chemistry forced me to do some research. Now I understand, that even in the face of impending problems, a brain can release neurotransmitters (like dopamine or endorphins) that lend temporary feelings of happiness. Maybe those are why I’m feeling happier today, with an upped willingness to go to work and face the music.

Everyone experiences emotions differently. Although feeling happy in the face of problems might be a healthy coping mechanism for me, that’s unlikely to be the same for everybody. I am accustomed to working at recognizing and comprehending my emotions, but often, that means wading in deep and complicated waters.

Dear Friends: Focusing on the present moment can increase happiness. Diana

Mind ‘n Matter

Saturday, June 15, 2024

My friend and neighbor Susie bicycled over and helped me handle some tasks that were too cumbersome or heavy for me alone. Besides being organized and kind, Susie can assume a leadership role. One of her interests is in maintaining good physical condition. After checking out my small workout assortment, she encouraged me to quit thinking about exercising and actually start doing it regularly. She’s right, and I’ll be on it.

Before feeding my critters, I will stretch this morning. My small rowing machine decently allows for a full-body workout, and Susie revived my neglected workout bench by demonstrating ways of stretching with weights. I must keep my head wrapped around exercising and stretching at least once daily.

Physically, I tend to slump, a lifelong and increasingly insistent problem. My spinal curvature makes it unlikely I’ll ever again stand straight, but yes, I could improve my posture. My resistance to exercising makes it critical that I work with my brain to “see workouts” as more than physical effort.

I intend to be mindful of the many benefits of daily stretching and working out that extend far beyond physical fitness. I need to feel involved with working out as being more in tune with my body and seeing its positive impact on my daily living. Working out routinely will bring the “stretch benefits” of mental and emotional well-being, personal growth, and social connections.

I recently acquired a cute journaling book and wondered how to use it. Problem solved: I’ll write notes daily about my workouts, feelings, perceptions, and all else associated with my efforts to gain physical strength and straightness.

Whew! There’s a plan, and it has key- and sub-goals.

It’s early to work today, and also my final shift as a roaming salesperson. Starting tomorrow, I’ll be a jewelry salesperson. As the newest person in the store’s Jewelry Department, I’ll be assigned to its late closing shifts. That will free my days’ early hours and make Susie’s observations timely. There will be adequate time for stretching, working out, and journaling.

Dear Friends: Healthy habits for stress relief and body straightening, just get going. Diana

Just A Chicken

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

The header shows me and “Wellsummer,” my 15-year-old house hen. In this photograph, her eye has a visible cataract; each eye is cataracted in person. She has trouble spotting food and water, and can’t estimate how far a leap to the ground from her low perch (usually I lift her off).

A domestic chicken that reaches the age of 15 is very old, and Wellsummer is an amazing bird. She’s reasonably healthy physically but being “done in” by failing eyesight that inhibits food and water intake.

The header photo shows her on my lap. She has a towel around her to help me control her wings while teaching her to accept food and water from syringes. She objects and makes surprisingly strong efforts to escape.

My goal is to control her enough so that my forefinger can rest on her beak and open for a syringe to drop bits of food or water. We’ve been practicing for days, and so far, she is managing to keep my arm and hand too busy to control her head adequately.

When Wellsummer was two days old, she became mine for fifty cents. I rescued her from a sick tank in a business then called Big R and created a setup in my living room to help her grow strong. She did and joined my first flock, finally becoming that group’s lone survivor. I brought some infant chickens home about three years ago and transferred Wellsummer to my house.

I have been fond of this hen since our early days together. All along, she’s remained in amazingly good health. The cataracts are a bummer, preventing her from eating and drinking adequately and hopping off a low perch.

I won’t give up on this project with her. Eventually, we will learn the business of syringe-giving and -receiving. Meanwhile, she must be consuming adequate solid nutrients and liquids independently to maintain her strength and interest in life. I don’t want Wellsummer to give up, either.

Dear Friends: “Just a chicken;” a label that masks rich, intelligent beings. Diana