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Some days…

…. it hardly even pays to get up in the morning.

Poor Tilly the donkey seems to be having one of those days today…

Her hips and back legs were so stiff this morning (after a cold, wet night) that she couldn’t get up. So I went out early this morning, gave her some bute and put her coat on her, as much as I could, to warm her up. I couldn’t buckle it around her belly because she couldn’t get up, but I planned on coming out as soon as she was up to buckle it. I left her some hay and came into the house to wait for the bute to work.

Here’s what I found when I went to check on her a little later…

She was on her feet but the wind had blown her coat up over her head!

This is a good example of the difference between a horse and a donkey. She didn’t panic, running wildly around the pasture in fear of whatever monster had gotten her head… the way Blaze would have done in the same situation. (A reaction that would have probably would have blown the coat back off her head!)

No… she just stood there, quietly pondering… Eeyore style… what a donkey might do about a coat flopped over her head.  (Maybe she decided to just wait for the wind to change direction… donkeys can be very patient, you know.)

I fixed her coat for her, laughing the whole time, and while she seemed relieved to be able to see again…she was not at all happy about me laughing at her. I stayed out there for 10 minutes trying to get a decent picture of her looking towards me. But this is the only one I got…

The rest of the shots looked like this… a picture of donkey embarrassment.

I like snow as much as anybody…. probably even more than a lot of people. But I was not expecting this…

 …when I woke up this morning. I’m wishing winter would wear itself out and spring would stick around for awhile!

This, I think, is the confused robin who keeps trying to build nests on the front porch… only to have them blown to the ground within a few hours.

It’s a persistent little bird though, it’s started (and had blown down) at least 10 nests so far!

Blaze was NOT a happy camper this morning… I think he’s tired of the snow too. Check out his back hoof… if Tucker had gone a step or two closer he would have been kicked.  It looks like Tucker is (wisely) in the process of making a quick u-turn… 

Hopefully the sun will come out soon, and bring spring back with it…

By Madison Park
CNN

(CNN) — The intrusive voices popped into William “Bill” Garrett’s head. “They’re coming for you,” the voices told the 18-year-old. “Find somewhere to hide; they’re going to get you.”

They told the Johns Hopkins University freshman that his father had poisoned the family dog, his sister had injected crystal methamphetamine into his pet lizard and his grandmother had put human body parts into his food.

As schizophrenia took hold, the Maryland teenager became lost within his own mind and had to leave college after winning a full, four-year scholarship.

Garrett’s experience echoes the teenage years of Nathaniel Ayers, a promising string bass player whose musical training at the Juilliard School was cut short by schizophrenia, a brain disorder that blurs a person’s ability to distinguish between reality and delusions.

Ayers became homeless and played Beethoven pieces on a broken violin in the streets of Los Angeles, California. His struggles with schizophrenia and his friendship with a Los Angeles Times columnist inspired the movie “The Soloist,” which releases Friday.

His sister, Jennifer Ayers-Moore, hopes the movie will raise awareness about schizophrenia and has established the Nathaniel Anthony Ayers Foundation for the artistically gifted mentally ill.

“I know there are thousands of Nathaniels, and they deserve a chance, too,” said Ayers-Moore, an Atlanta-based social worker.

Teen interrupted

Schizophrenia is the result of disrupted brain development. Males typically get symptoms during their teens or early 20s, as Ayers and Garrett did.

“It’s a critical time for the brain,” said Dr. Jon McClellan, the medical director of the Child Study and Treatment Center at Seattle Children’s Hospital. “It’s the CEO part of the brain that pays attention, makes decisions and filters. The prefrontal cortex, that’s the last area of the brain to develop. As that area comes online, that’s when the illness presents.”

In high school, Garrett won elected offices in student government and headed the lacrosse and cross country teams. A gifted student, he wanted to study political science and biology at Hopkins.

At home, he cooked family dinners, helped his little sister with homework, and surprised his mother with pancakes on her birthday.

“People likened him to the perfect child before he got sick,” said his mother, Kristan Kanyuch.

In 2007, the unusual behaviors started. He slept a lot. He emptied an entire can of bug spray in his bedroom. When he came home for a weekend from college, he pointed to a blister on his hand that had formed from playing lacrosse.

“Look, I have gangrene,” he said. “My hand is going to rot.” Then he tried to cut off his hand with a paring knife.

His family stopped him and took him to an emergency room for a psych evaluation, but Garrett refused to wait and left.

A week later, Kanyuch got a call from the university. Her son was failing every class. When confronted, Garrett looked at the F’s and calmly replied, “I’m not failing anything.”

In the 1970s, Ayers-Moore saw the symptoms when her family picked her brother up from Juilliard to head home to Cleveland, Ohio, for summer.

“The look in his eye was so different,” she said. “It was like you could see into his soul, he could look into yours. It sort of startled me a little bit. I didn’t know what to say to him. On the way from New York, I pretended I was asleep. I didn’t know what to say.”

Paranoid schizophrenia

About three decades later, Nickole Kanyuch, 15, watched a similar scenario unfold as her brother, Garrett, struggled with paranoid schizophrenia and obsessive compulsive disorder.

“I watched the big brother who I had looked up to all my life fall apart and become someone entirely new,” she said. “The boy who was destined for greatness, who worked long and hard for 12 years to lead a successful life, was destroyed in a mere six months.”

Garrett, who had once organized his 600 books by the Dewey Decimal system, could hardly read two sentences. The voices in his head drowned out the words on the page, he told his mother.

Garrett, who color coordinated the clothes inside his closet, could no longer groom himself or shower. The voices told him the shampoo and soap were poisoned.

Kristan Kanyuch quit her financial planning job to take care of him. Despite taking medicine, Garrett’s health fluctuated. One day he was fine; the next, he threatened to kill the neighbors. Frustrated and facing mounting debt, Kanyuch sought help.

She joined a mental health support group. At one session, she was told to follow simple instructions from a counselor. Meanwhile, 10 people who stood around her talked at once. While the chorus of voices drowned out the instructions, she realized this was how her son lived every day.

That night, Kanyuch hugged her son. “You have to be the most courageous person. You wake up every day,” she told him.

“That’s when he explained to me the reason he sleeps,” Kanyuch said. “He doesn’t hear the voices. He doesn’t hear them telling him he’s fat, stupid, there’s a conspiracy. It’s a break for him to sleep.”

Although no one knows where these voices originated, they could be triggered by wiring problems in the brain, said McClellan, who researches adolescent psychiatry. One theory is schizophrenia causes difficulty distinguishing thoughts from their outside experiences, “so they experience internal thoughts and perceptions as voices,” he said.

Recovery

Garrett has been a subject in two research programs searching for better schizophrenia treatments. His condition fluctuated, and, for months, he was on suicide watch.

Schizophrenia is a difficult disorder to treat, because one medication that soothes one patient can make another psychotic.

“Medication or dosages can’t be matched absolutely with the individual, so there is some of that trial and error,” said Dr. Thomas Bornemann, director of the Carter Center’s Mental Health Program.

Garrett tried many drugs. Some made him drowsy, others volatile and one drug made him gain 75 pounds. Severe side effects often cause patients to stop taking medication.

For now, doctors seem to have found one that helps Garrett. Since March, Garrett has been at a Maryland research center that looks into the relationship between metabolism, tobacco and schizophrenia.

After a violent visit in August, Garrett, 21, had not been home until Easter. During the recent visit, he played basketball, Yahtzee and Wii bowling with his family.

“He was able to carry on a conversation and play card games,” Kanyuch said. “He was interacting.”

At home, surrounded by reminders all his past achievements, Garrett said: “Mom, I was on the top of the world. Now I’m in the gutter.”

His mother disagreed: “Look at it as an opportunity.”

“What?” he said.

“It’s not an opportunity everyone would jump at,” she told Garrett. “But as you rehabilitate, as you grow an insight into your illness, there may be things you deal with forever. But you’ve had significant experiences that you may be able to use to help other people. There’s no place where insight and advocacy [for mental health] is needed more than in politics, which is what you wanted to do.”

A life with schizophrenia won’t be easy, but some with the disorder have graduated from college, earned doctorates and lead enriched lives, she told Garrett.

“He doesn’t understand the courage he has.”

In the left shows William “Bill” Garrett in high school, and the right is a 2007 photo of the Maryland teenager.

Colorado Spring

I think the pictures say it all.

Woodstone Prairie - April 18, 2009

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Woodstone Prairie - April 23, 2009

I love it when the robins come back each spring… They usually nest close to the house each year, usually in one of the trees in the front yard.

For the past couple of days I’ve been finding pieces of dry grass, horse hair, and bits of weeds on the front porch and looking up into the trees trying to find where they are building their nest.

I should have focused my search a little closer to the house…

…like right under the front porch roof.

That’s the zoom in shot…

…here’s the zoom out shot. Five nests-in-progress, all lined up in a row.

Now I’m trying to decide if we just have an indecisive robin, or if there is suddenly something extremely attractive to robins about our porch!

Here’s a picture for Granny…

 The two little dogs on duty… “guarding the perimeter”.

Absolutely nothing gets past those two!

still snowing…

Although it looks at times like it’s lightening up a bit…

It’s so beautiful out there I took my camera with me the last time I went to the barn…

It’s still coming down pretty good.

Here’s dd#2’s old car… almost buried in snow. (We have it because we are supposed to be selling it for her. Anybody want an older Geo Tracker convertible? It’s got four wheel drive and would be great for days like today!)

The animals were snug in their stalls when I first went out… They are all three peaking out the stall doors, but I don’t know it you can even see them through the snow.

Then, as I got to the barn Tucker left… this bad weather has him even more skittish than usual.

He had to lift his legs pretty high to clear the snow…

Poor Tucker, knee deep in white stuff, and looking pretty miserable.

The trail from the barn to the house. I’ve already shoveled this trail, right down to the paving stones, three times since this storm started. Looks like it’s about time to do it again.

Back in the house again, the fire felt good. (the logs laying in front of the fireplace are drying… they are so wet and snowy from being outside, I’m drying them a little before I put them into the fire.)

Because of my kid’s disabilities, they do best with a very predictable structure to the day. School is a very important part of that structure. We mostly follow a 4 day school week in our homeschool. I organize the lessons so each week’s lessons can be done in 4 days. That leaves one day during the week free for field trips, doctor visits, or getting together with friends. If we have a stay-at-home kind of week, we just take Friday off and work or play outside… It’s a good system for us, and seems to give us the right balance of work time and play time.

Well this week, despite spending Monday afternoon with our homeschool group doing this, we somehow ended up done with the week’s work by Thursday afternoon.

And then it started to snow… and rain, and snow some more, then thunder and lightning while it snowed, then finally it settled down to just snow!

I could tell we were going nowhere yesterday, and playing outside wasn’t happening, so I had to fill our regular afternoon school time with something… preferably fun and interesting… to keep us from from feeling as snowed in as we were (are). 

So we spent a couple of hours doing activities from our Story of the World history curriculum, then finished the afternoon reading one of our math stories and experimenting with the concepts it introduced.

In Story of the World we are learning about ancient Egypt… So after listening to the chapter again (we have the book on CD, and we listen to each chapter a couple of times before moving on), answering questions about they heard, doing some map work, and taking a quiz (my kids are so funny, they LOVE little quizzes…), we sat down to make sock monkeys.

Yes, it’s probably a stretch to consider sock monkeys history, but since the Nubians brought the Egyptians gifts, including monkeys, when the Egyptians conquered them several millennium ago, and the idea came right out of our SOTW activity book… I’m counting it as history!

The kids worked hard for a long time filling and sewing their monkeys.

M’s level of concentration was amazing…. he had to really think about what he was doing.

When the monkeys were done, we read one of our math stories, “What’s Your Angle, Pythagoras?”. M already knows what right, acute, and obtuse angles are, and R understands what a right angle is, so they had a good frame of reference for learning about the Pythagorean Theorem (M) and introducing square numbers (R).

I made a small version of the knotted rope used in the story, and M worked at using it to make right triangles, then later was able to determine the length of the long side of a right triangle using the formula he’d learned.

R worked at using pattern blocks to make squares, and then learned a little about square numbers. (I didn’t notice until I posted these pictures, that R changed clothes between sewing and math…. I wonder why she did that?)

It was beautiful outside…

… and we were warm and cozy inside… it ended up being a great afternoon.

Grandma stuff

Meet Fancy Nancy (aka R, our oldest grandchild) isn’t she gorgeous?! (The little cute guy behind her is K, her youngest brother… more about him later) 

I’m pretty sure there is nothing cuter than a six year old all dressed up!

Here’s the Fancy Nancy book, just in case you’re out of the little girl literature loop.

Rivaling 6 year dress-up cuteness, is 2 year old excitement over pottying.

My grandson K (the little batman sitting behind Fancy Nancy in the picture) is 2 and learning to use the potty. I happened to be talking to his mom yesterday morning while he was sitting on the potty. When he was done she let him talk to tell me what he’d done. The conversation went like this:

K: Gama?

Me: Hi, K… how are you?

K: I poop

Me: I’m so proud of you! What a big boy you’re getting to be… (etc. etc)

K: Bye

Me: Bye, I love you

K: wa you

Well, after that conversation K decided that talking to Grandma was part of the whole potty process… so my phone rang a lot yesterday. The phone calls all kind of went like this:

Me: Hello?

K: Gama?

Me: Hi baby, what’s up?

K: I poop

Me: That’s wonderful! I’m so proud of you! (etc. etc)

K: Bye

Me: Bye, I love you

K: wa you

(20 minutes later)

Me: hello?

K: Gama?

Me: Hi K, how are you?

 K: I poop

Me: That’s wonderful, you are getting to be so big! I’m so proud of you… (etc. etc)

K: Bye

Me: Bye, I love you

K: wa you

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I do love being a Grandma! :)

Thanks everyone for the lovely comments. The good thoughts and prayers are very appreciated… Over the course of M’s illness we’ve had a few incidents in which we could have lost him. The incident on Monday was another of those… Thankfully he’s ok, and I’ve made some med adjustments that will hopefully get us back on track again.

I’m still “one on oneing” M during the day, and staying close (right across the hall) at night. He’s sleeping well enough that I’m feeling pretty comfortable letting him sleep alone, which is a good step…

 In answer to Steve’s comment… Yes, there are probably nursing services I could hire to provide some in home help, but they are extremely expensive. (Insurance wouldn’t cover it.) Even just respite (specialized child care) is $20.-$25. an hour. A trained mental health nurse of some kind would be even more.  So unfortunately, in-home help isn’t an option. Judging from the past, M’s need for 1:1 will not continue for a long time…

M’s new bike is here and all put together, so yesterday we went on a long bike ride. (Well, the kids rode and I walked… I really need to get a bike!)

It was such a pretty day, the sun was warm and there was no wind. It was a great day to be outside…

The kids at our favorite park… Isn’t M’s new bike cool? Even with his problems with balance he can ride it!

The bike trail passes close by what had been a pioneer home back in the 1880’s. I liked the way these gnarled old cottonwoods looked.

I can only imagine the changes this tree has seen…

When I turned around from taking the pictures of the cottonwood, I found this little group of deer watching me…

They are on private (not park) land. The building you see behind them is the added on part of a very old (probably pioneer) home. You can just see the peak of the roof of the original house through the tree on the left.

The kids rode for about an hour and by the time we got home we were hot and tired… but it was a wonderful way to spend a spring afternoon.

good news ~ bad news

Good news first…

  • It took almost 6 days of soaking and wrapping, but Blaze’s hoof seems fine again. Woohoo!!
  • Tilly seems fully recovered as well, so I’m DONE with barnyard nursing for awhile.
  • The cool new three wheel bike I ordered for M is in town and ready to be picked up. If dh is able to put to together without too many problems, M should be riding by tomorrow!

Now the bad news…

  • M’s illness has taken a new and scary twist and I’m having to 1:1 him to avoid an admission into the hospital. (Of course there are no empty beds in the “good” hospital, so that would either mean spending days in an ER psych cell room at the good hospital waiting for a bed to open, or being transferred to a “bad” hospital… shudder, shudder)
  • The one on one supervision is 24/7… yes, even through the night… so I’m not sleeping much.
  • I’m already stupid from lack of sleep (unfortunately, it’s a very short trip for me to reach that point), and there is no end in sight.

I’m off now to find some caffeine…

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