creeping downstairs by snowlight
Feb. 6th, 2007 06:28 amI am not a very good eater, in the sense in which people apply this phrase to babies and small children: I am not very good at consuming enough food every single day. And when I don't get quite enough for food, I find out about it later: instead of waking up moderately hungry at 6:30 the next morning, I wake up ravenous at 5:30. This is suboptimal.
Sometimes it's worth it, though. There is nothing like creeping downstairs in the dark to see the way the faint purple light falls in the front windows when it's snowing at night. Nothing. It's just wonderful, and something in me needs that that kind of light.
Also, I though to myself, ah, ah, it's warmed up enough to snow! And it has: it's only -4 F. (Not with wind chill. I'm sure some of you have counterexamples, but in my experience, if Minnesotans are reporting a temperature with wind chill, we will label it explicitly. My great-grandma was talking to me about the weather once, and she said, "Well, it just didn't feel as cold back then, because we didn't have wind chill." Um -- uh -- sigh. Okay.)
And then I thought of the beginning of The True Tale of Carter Hall as it stands now, which is that the Queen of Air and Darkness has made it unseasonably cold in September, and Carter Hall and Tam Lin are arguing about whether it's ever actually too cold to snow, though they don't know the Dark Lady's part in it until later. And maybe, when I'm done sweeping the hall by snowlight, I'll work on "Carter Hall Judges the Lines" a bit more. Or maybe I'll turn off the overhead light here in the office and wait for the sunlight to come over the trees in the back, even if the sun isn't visible because of the snow clouds.
Being here now: it is good.
Sometimes it's worth it, though. There is nothing like creeping downstairs in the dark to see the way the faint purple light falls in the front windows when it's snowing at night. Nothing. It's just wonderful, and something in me needs that that kind of light.
Also, I though to myself, ah, ah, it's warmed up enough to snow! And it has: it's only -4 F. (Not with wind chill. I'm sure some of you have counterexamples, but in my experience, if Minnesotans are reporting a temperature with wind chill, we will label it explicitly. My great-grandma was talking to me about the weather once, and she said, "Well, it just didn't feel as cold back then, because we didn't have wind chill." Um -- uh -- sigh. Okay.)
And then I thought of the beginning of The True Tale of Carter Hall as it stands now, which is that the Queen of Air and Darkness has made it unseasonably cold in September, and Carter Hall and Tam Lin are arguing about whether it's ever actually too cold to snow, though they don't know the Dark Lady's part in it until later. And maybe, when I'm done sweeping the hall by snowlight, I'll work on "Carter Hall Judges the Lines" a bit more. Or maybe I'll turn off the overhead light here in the office and wait for the sunlight to come over the trees in the back, even if the sun isn't visible because of the snow clouds.
Being here now: it is good.
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Date: 2007-02-06 01:05 pm (UTC)In general I do eat as much as my body needs; it's just often less than other people think I need. Also, I'm not good at the stockpiling thing; if I eat enough to last for hours and hours, I may be able to go longer without additional fuel but it's at the price of being queasy for the first hour or two. It's better for me to eat a little, frequently. I don't have a problem making it through the night, though; my stomach not only sleeps soundly but is slow to wake up. It does sound annoying to be woken by hunger. At least this time there was something worth the experiencing.
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Date: 2007-02-06 01:19 pm (UTC)You eat babies and small children? Cool.
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Date: 2007-02-06 01:55 pm (UTC)And I am terrible at the stockpiling thing, due to hypoglycemia, and also due to just not liking the feeling of being "full." Which can frustrate other people who don't work that way, because sometimes it would be convenient to plan on eating nothing until 10ish, having a large brunch, and then nothing again until 6ish. But I have physical difficulty with that kind of schedule, although sometimes I can make it through without falling over if I supplement with fruit leather.
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:02 pm (UTC)It's Barbara Pym's Quartet in Autumn, oh, and it has single older female protagonists, no sex, no romance, no violence -- the starving to death isn't violent, or even very graphic -- and one swear word uttered by a vagrant, so you can put it on your list.
Also, please remember to eat.
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:07 pm (UTC)Okay, so that might not be the least worrisome thing in the world. But the point is, my body has a very efficient alert mechanism (Hey, dummy, you forgot to eat!) that kicks in long before starving to death could even think of taking effect. And mostly I am very aware of this, because I don't enjoy falling over. It's inconvenient all around.
The exception to this is at cons: I would still fall over, but I am out of my routines and mentally engaged with other things and might forget that this sort of thing is coming until it's inconveniently near, so, "M'ris, have you eaten?" is always a reasonable question for anybody to ask me at a con. The answer may be, "Yes, thank you, just now at noon," or, "No, and I hadn't thought of that, thanks," or, "No, but Karina and I were going at 1:00 and you're welcome to join us," but it's never going to be, "Leave me alone! You're not my mom/dad/parent-who-declines-to-state-gender! I can take care of myself, thank you not at all!" etc.
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:18 pm (UTC)I don't think it can get too cold to snow. Too cold for water snow, yes, but once you get past that it might snow something else. I don't think windchill will matter too much at that point.
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:19 pm (UTC)For me though, it's less about just not liking being full and more like actual diminished capacity to go out and do anything after overeating. I will spare you the details.
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Date: 2007-02-06 02:23 pm (UTC)By the way, part of the Samurai code of Bushido states that you should never eat until you're full.
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Date: 2007-02-06 06:11 pm (UTC)I think I'd make an interesting auxiliary god. Prayers would begin, "Hey, I bet it'd be cool if...."
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Date: 2007-02-07 01:13 pm (UTC)I can get ballistic if I haven't eaten enough and have lost track of my not eating - for whatever reason. Normally I get hungry about every 4-6 hours. "Feral" is a polite description of my extreme unfed state.
But I sometimes get wound up in a project, and then I eventually forget the wisdom of eating. I don't like the ravening. :< It is very much like having a brief virulent manic episode - not recommended.
Food coma is something I didn't experience much previously. I have noticed it happening more nowadays.
- Chica
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Date: 2007-02-07 01:30 pm (UTC)I don't exactly get food coma, more like lack-of-food coma. It's unpleasant and inconvenient if you're out somewhere, but not that difficult to prevent if I use a modicum of forethought (e.g. carrying a fruit bar along). My overfed state is less about coma than about gastric upset.
As for having to whether it's better to deal with ravening or instant exhaustion, I think if I get a choice I'd rather have neither. I'd just prefer to have the sort of system you shovel food into periodically and it chugs along just fine until the next installment is due. Sigh. I suppose that would come at the price of some other inconvenient quirk, though.
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Date: 2007-02-07 10:38 pm (UTC)Probably the best way to keep a manic person under control is in a padded cell. -reflects- Which sounds very cruel, doesn't it? One hasn't got any judgment then.
-empathy- Gastric upset is very nasty...
Agreed - rather possess neither ravening nor instant exhaustion. Faugh upon them both!
- Chica
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Date: 2007-02-08 05:18 am (UTC)The close relative who's on meds for bipolar enjoyed the manic state enough that it wasn't easy to get him to take meds to end it. I think I'd be firmly of your opinion, though. (If I inherit it - and it affected him late in life - I suppose I'll find out. Oh joy.)
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Date: 2007-02-09 10:34 pm (UTC)From my angle, most don't want the meds - it's acknowledging the illness. As if accepting medicine is a tacit defeat. But I -have- the illness, it doesn't have me; I am a person and this is a part of my life. Many people can't get past that. It takes getting used to, trust me.
A depressive-only friend said that he envied me the mania. (I was inarticulate then - but mania is never good.) Manic can be euphoric.
Probably very like uppers. They sound horrid to me also.
Your brain breaks when you're insane. In me, it affected my memory, certain features of language, and basic math.
Disturbing to be a bookworm and unable to read. I COULD NOT HOLD STILL. Nor could my eyes stay on the book. Had 3 manic periods, for I will not have a 4th (as Cosby said of children). -faint grin-
I can't say that you will or won't become bipolar. You can check the symptoms - and you can make sure that people know you well. (You know M'ris so you have a head start I'd say.) Well enough that if you did get sick, you have someone to listen to you. And hold your hand. :>
I called friends before I checked myself into the hospital. One was a reverend and guessed that I was bipolar before then. It takes the average person 7 years before diagnosis. It was less than a year between my first mania and that hospital...
I wish you all luck, dichroic. I've a unipolar aunt. May you have a North American screaming bird instead - then Steve would envy you. -twinkle-
- Chica
Re: long reply (sorry, 'tis a soapbox of sorts...)
Date: 2007-02-10 07:01 am (UTC)Anyway, in a way this manic episode was a good thing, because I couldn't have diagnosed physical symptoms over the phone and at the time those were the more immediate serious problem.
Re: long reply (sorry, 'tis a soapbox of sorts...)
Date: 2007-02-14 12:34 am (UTC)Some friends suspected I was sick during my third mania, but it didn't help. The program I was with refused to admit that I was manic. I'd warned them of symptoms beforehand. Of course, by the time I was pretty clearly manic, I denied it too. :[ Which makes sense, what with judgment being a big loss during bipolar incidents.
We learnt a new symptom then.
When I speak until I run out of breath, AND do not let anyone speak until I'm breathless - then if that happens for a long period, I'm very likely manic. Not the same as the excited "oh, I've GOT to tell you--" mode one can get into.
BTW, my email is chica AT dreamcafe DOT com.
- Chica