Comments on: Sad Lake and Camel Ride in Jaisalmer http://changeinplans.net/2008/11/13/sad-lake-and-camel-ride-in-jaisalmer/ Unexpectedly, our family has an opportunity to travel around the world for a year. This blog describes where we are, and what we are doing. We will try to keep it interesting Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:20:39 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7.1 hourly 1 By: coco http://changeinplans.net/2008/11/13/sad-lake-and-camel-ride-in-jaisalmer/comment-page-1/#comment-113 coco Sat, 15 Nov 2008 14:39:22 +0000 http://changeinplans.net/2008/11/13/sad-lake-and-camel-ride-in-jaisalmer/#comment-113 Peter & India - what a trip. love the details, esp of the the kids, the bats, etc. I laughed at Zola's "studious" ignoring of the dancers. pre pre puberty maybe? Or am I presuming too much? We never talked about that growing up in my family, but all my mom friends talk about their son's puberty incessantly. I do hear, though embarrassed, the funniest stories about 5 year olds having dreams about their babysitters. I'll spare you the details. Dialysis is going a little better everyday. My lord, it takes 8-9 hours a day!!!! unbelievable. Hope to be able to convert to overnight by Christmas, but I have to pass a test, etc. The symptoms of kidney failure are so weird and encompass so many systems of my body. They are starting to go away very slowly(John is especially happy that some of the GI symptoms are subsiding), and the best thing I've noticed is a better since of well-being most of the day. I was reading in that book "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night" about animals vs people. Since I am stuck on the couch right now, I'm going to paraphrase; the narrator is describing the difference between dogs that are wounded and people: If a dog breaks his leg and he has surgery and pins in the bone sticking out, he will still happily chase a cat when he sees it, but a person with the same surgery thinks about the pain in his head. The human imagines the bones crushed, the pins in his leg, the days of pain ahead, etc. And this fretting can be a great part of my day. When my stomach hurts or my legs cramp up, I suffer through the pain, yes, but I am worse for the worrying. The stomach aches torment me with thoughts of hospitalization for Peritonitus (common for my type of dialysis) and a canceled transplant. The severe leg cramps that start with wierd vibrations in my leg (like the warnings of an earthquake) threaten to keep me up throughout the night. I have recently gotten better about relaxing through all of this. I'm letting the fear and worrying go. Luckily, I've had some practice with insulin overdose throughout the years. (I'm one of the only type I's my age that I know that has never completely lost conscienceness.) Tara Brach says that any worrying about the future compromises today. John Lott himself is a perfect example of living in the moment and envied for this by some. I truly want to stab him sometime when he won't partner with me in my occasional anguish over some business something or other. ( I have argued that worrying equals action...! Safety!....what do you think?) So I actually feel relief this morning and really good and especially nice: No Worries....well maybe just a sqeeky little voice. Peter & India - what a trip. love the details, esp of the the kids, the bats, etc. I laughed at Zola’s “studious” ignoring of the dancers. pre pre puberty maybe? Or am I presuming too much? We never talked about that growing up in my family, but all my mom friends talk about their son’s puberty incessantly. I do hear, though embarrassed, the funniest stories about 5 year olds having dreams about their babysitters. I’ll spare you the details.

Dialysis is going a little better everyday. My lord, it takes 8-9 hours a day!!!! unbelievable. Hope to be able to convert to overnight by Christmas, but I have to pass a test, etc. The symptoms of kidney failure are so weird and encompass so many systems of my body. They are starting to go away very slowly(John is especially happy that some of the GI symptoms are subsiding), and the best thing I’ve noticed is a better since of well-being most of the day.

I was reading in that book “The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night” about animals vs people. Since I am stuck on the couch right now, I’m going to paraphrase; the narrator is describing the difference between dogs that are wounded and people: If a dog breaks his leg and he has surgery and pins in the bone sticking out, he will still happily chase a cat when he sees it, but a person with the same surgery thinks about the pain in his head. The human imagines the bones crushed, the pins in his leg, the days of pain ahead, etc. And this fretting can be a great part of my day. When my stomach hurts or my legs cramp up, I suffer through the pain, yes, but I am worse for the worrying. The stomach aches torment me with thoughts of hospitalization for Peritonitus (common for my type of dialysis) and a canceled transplant. The severe leg cramps that start with wierd vibrations in my leg (like the warnings of an earthquake) threaten to keep me up throughout the night.

I have recently gotten better about relaxing through all of this. I’m letting the fear and worrying go. Luckily, I’ve had some practice with insulin overdose throughout the years. (I’m one of the only type I’s my age that I know that has never completely lost conscienceness.) Tara Brach says that any worrying about the future compromises today. John Lott himself is a perfect example of living in the moment and envied for this by some. I truly want to stab him sometime when he won’t partner with me in my occasional anguish over some business something or other. ( I have argued that worrying equals action…! Safety!….what do you think?)

So I actually feel relief this morning and really good and especially nice: No Worries….well maybe just a sqeeky little voice.

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