Hat-tip to marie (who's a very bright bulb indeed!) for the following video.
Whaz so civil 'bout war anyway?
The reason why I'm writing this is because there's (un)civil war on the internets between various "camps".
At any given moment:-
There are people who function physically & mentally at their best on VLC/Keto diets.
There are people who function physically & mentally at their best on LC diets.
There are people who function physically & mentally at their best on MC diets.
There are people who function physically & mentally at their best on HC diets.
There are people who function physically & mentally at their best on VHC diets.
As people's circumstances change, they move to a different category.
If you don't understand what I wrote above, you are a dim bulb.
If you think that insults can offend me, you are a dim bulb.
If you think that agreeing 90% with someone makes me an ass/arse-kisser, you are a dim bulb.
If you think that I'll take insults from you without retaliation, you are a dim bulb.
Sadly, due to the Dunning–Kruger effect, dim bulbs are too dim to know that they are dim bulbs!
If you are offended by anything that I wrote above, I don't care.
In other news...
Mum's condition has deteriorated to the point where she is unresponsive and no longer has a swallow reflex. It's just a matter of time before she dies. I've been prepared for this for quite some time.
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My deepest condolences to you, Nigel.
It's such an emotional paradox when one has to watch someone they care about, slowly deteriorate. On one hand, it allows one to slowly accept the inevitable. On the other hand, the stretched out pain of the process casts a long persisting shadow into one's own psyche and sense of mortality.
I cannot even begin to imagine the challenges you've dealt with over the many years. So once again, my sincere condolences.
Thanks for that.
Similarly Nigel, I wish your mom and you the most peaceful transition possible. My warmest sympathies.
Thank you marie.
Nigel, I do feel with you.
My Dad died in 2003.
We children were able to be with him for his last days and particularly for the final hours. It was human to experience that passing. I was glad to have been allowed and able to do so.
I trust that you also may allow yourself to partake in the finality.
Peace.
Thanks for that. The nursing home will phone me when the end is near. In the meantime, I'm visiting mum as usual.
Nigel, my Mum passed away suddenly from a massive heart attack. It was a terrible shock to everyone that knew her. I was 3,000 miles away. I still regret all those things that I left unsaid. It's not much of a consolation now, but being with her though everything means a lot.
Sorry to hear your mom is in the final stretch. You seem like you've been a dedicated, caring son. I hope somebody looks after my interests so well when it's my time. Take care
I am sorry for your mom , Nige, actualy it would be more accurate to say, I am sorry and worry for you.
There is a paradox, the quicker somebody dyes, the harder it hits the relatives. In a way, you had a privilege to make everything you can for your mom after she got very ill. While she lived in the care facility, she didn't realized how ill she was, and her time is about run out.
Hold on, friend. Your mom wouldn't want to see you being hit too hard even by her death.
Hi everyone. Earlier today, I was called to the nursing home as there was a "change" in mum's breathing. As of 20:00, she was breathing shallowly but regularly. The nurse will phone me when mum's breathing becomes irregular.
When a parent dies suddenly, there's a sense of loss if things that should have been said go unsaid.
In mum's case, she died a bit at a time. When she lost a faculty, I became depressed and stopped posting, but I would eventually get used to mum's new state and begin posting again. The cycle would repeat several times. When there was no further point in supplementation, I discontinued it, as mum didn't like swallowing pills at the best of times.
I lost mum some time ago, so I've sort-of grieved her loss and feel O.K. I don't know how I will feel when she draws her last breath.
Death is a strange bedfellow. I lost my gran in 1998 (she was born 1904) I was close to her, my dad in 1999 (I was at his bedside when his breathing slowed then stopped), then my mom in 2003 (I was there to view the frail little bird she had become, let go and finally... free). Each passing is different even as it lingers, their personalities remain part of you always. Letting go is hard but the time comes and somehow you find you can still breathe and you are living proof of their being here. You do feel moments of abandon and longing, but life holds you and you find your strength return and with it the wonder of life in all of us.
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