Wordless Wednesday: January 31
We are having our first real cold snap, with snow and lots of accidents two evenings ago. We have Anna’s hummingbirds, who can over winter. By yesterday morning, the temperature had dropped to 17 degrees F. Both of my hummingbird feeders were frozen.
I went out to wrap a hot towel around one. The front-of-the-house Anna’s buzzed me, inches from my face, to let me know she is HUNGRY and the food IS NOT AVAILABLE. The hot towel didn’t work, so I took the feeder in for a bit. She didn’t like that at all.

This looks pretty silly, but success!

The tiny feeder is one to hold in my hand. I have three, so I rotated them during the day to keep thawed food. Anna Front still spent energy chasing other hummingbirds away. She doesn’t look too upset, does she?
The photos and video were taken through my window from my desk.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bonfire.
Slack tide is the time when the tide is not going out nor coming in. When it stops. It doesn’t mean the water is quiet because there is still wind and weather. But sometimes it is quiet, as if the ocean is holding its breath.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: slack.
Last winter, I walked Rock Creek Park with my son, daughter-in-law and daughter. There was a quite beautiful stream with wonderful ice patterns. We lost a button and then found it the next day, caught on the ice.

The ice formed beautiful patterns on the creek with the cycle of freezing and melting and air caught under the ice.


And the birds were out.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: melting.
The button story is here: https://drkottaway.com/2022/12/30/small-miracle-2/
These two eagles were high above me on the North Beach bluff. So when I zoomed in, I thought, oh, good, majestic eagles! A pair!

Oh, um. More silly and derp and grumpy than majestic. They remind me of the Highlights cartoon, Goofus and Gallent. Though maybe this is Goofus and Grumpy. I guess eagles can be silly and grumpy too. They look more like siblings than a couple to me.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: raptor.
Rushes in our Kai Tai Lagoon Nature Park. The ducks are very happy there.


I took these 2016-2017.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: rush.
Some fools are summer fools
other fools are sommerfugls
fugls are birds, yes, summer birds
but summer birds are butterflies
I don’t think butterflies can hum
but hummingbirds can hum and fly
flies and birds and soon it’s fall
the summer fools fool us all
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hum.
Sommerfugl is Danish and is pronounced summer fool. The literal translation is summer bird, but it means butterfly.
Don’t be gulled: no wild parrots here.
Taken from North Beach, on the Quimper Peninsula.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: parrot.
I am attending multiple Zoom conferences on Long Covid and Chronic Fatigue and PANS/PANDAS and fibromyalgia. The speakers are talking hard science, digging in to the immune system to figure out what is wrong. Then they can find a drug to fix it.
Maybe it doesn’t need to be fixed. I think the immune system is smarter than we are and it knows that Covid-19 is a really really bad virus. What the immune system wants is to keep from getting any other infections so it shuts us down. It hits the chronic fatigue button, so we stay home or in bed. It hits the fibromyalgia button so that it hurts to move: we stay home or in bed. It hits the PANS button so that antibodies seriously change our behavior and we stay home or in bed. Anyone see a theme here? I think that the immune “over-response” is not an over-response. It’s not broken. It is trying to reduce exposure and just maybe we should pay attention. I thought that in residency, in the early 1990s, when chronic fatigue patients would interview me to see if I “believed” in chronic fatigue. Heck yeah, I said, but I don’t know what it is or how to fix it. My chronic fatigue patients had something in common: they were all either working 12-14 hour days continuously when they crashed, or they overworked and had insane stress, deaths of loved ones, car wrecks, accused of a crime, something horrible. The workers all wanted “to get back to where I was.” I would ask, “You want to work 12-14 hours a day again?” “Yes!” they’d say, “I want to be just like I was in the past!” “Um, but that’s what crashed you. Do you think maybe your body is not up to that?” “FIX ME.” I would try to improve things, but fix them back to what crashed them? No way and anyhow, that is not really sane.
There are some levels of illness where we have to intervene. In really bad PANDAS, antibodies to the brain are followed by macrophages that destroy brain cells. I was horrified and wanted to run around screaming “NOT MY BRAIN!” when I heard that. Then I thought, don’t be silly, I am in my 60s and if I had brain eating cells it would have happened by now. I consider myself really really lucky to have the mildest version. At least, that’s what it seems to be. (Officially we don’t believe in PANS or PANDAS in adults in the US but we do in Europe and Canada. Ironic.) With that version, especially in children, I am all for intervention, as soon as possible. And it’s not that I do not think we should intervene in these illnesses. I just think we need to step back and think a little and just maybe listen to our bodies and listen to the immune system. Slow down. Breathe. Watch some stupid cat videos. Whatever makes you relax and laugh. Reduce stress. Limit stupid hyper news to 15 minutes a day and not before bed, ok? Reduce the drama.
I am liking movies less and less. The drama bugs and bores me. I might last an hour. I have nearly quit going to our downtown movie house because it’s always “moving” and art films. Bleagh, drama. Also when it’s about illness or addiction, I want to argue with it. Easy lying endings which are nothing like reality. I like cartoons and sometimes superheroines, but it’s all drama too. I am tired of people behaving badly and don’t want to watch it on tv or a movie. There’s enough for me in the real world. I think it’s time to bring back musicals. I would watch them. Maybe. My father’s last movie was Blazing Saddles. He refused to ever go to another movie. I think I understand that now.
None of us are immune to stress or immune to infection. A person might be immune to Covid-19, or they might be immune until the tenth or hundredth strain shows up. I chose Family Practice for my specialty because I wanted to have children and be able to see them. I thought about Obstetrics-Gynecology or General Surgery, because I loved babies and loved surgery, but the Ob-Gyn residency was 4 years and General Surgery was 7 years and I was starting medical school five years out of college. Choose the more flexible and portable specialty and go rural.
Doctors and nurses are burning out because hospitals and administrators “maximize production”. Hospitals and administrators are stupid and destroying medicine. It’s not about money, it’s about helping people and science and healing. Having it be about money is soul-destroying and causes moral injury to any ethical provider. If we’d prefer unethical ones, keep on the present path. Otherwise we need single payer health care so that any physician or nurse can take care of whoever shows up. The system is breaking down more and more and it is hard to watch. Another nail of stress in the coffin of ethical medicine. I suppose when enough people die, change will come.
My working theory is that anyone can get one of these immune system illnesses: chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia, PANS/PANDAS and so forth. Medicine says that Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis, antibodies to the thyroid is the most common autoimmune disorder, but that may change. The evidence is mounting that Long Covid and these other “vague” illnesses are immune system shifts. Immune systems in “Code Red”, let’s not catch anything else. Are they an illness or are they our immune system trying to keep us quiet to protect us? I think the latter. Time may tell. I am listening to the science and listening to my body, both.

The photographs are from 2016, when a flock appeared in my yard. They demanded money to be moved to the next house.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: fiddlesticks. Oh, fiddlesticks, we have to figure out the very very complicated immune system. Or listen to it.
This disheveled bird is an immature bald eagle. They take 5 years to gain the fully white head and tail. This one has a parent along.

The parent has better grooming habits. They are both in a tree at Fort Worden.

Sometimes I can spot them from a long way off.

And then it’s lovely to have a zoom lens.

And what is this eagle parent saying to their offspring?

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: eagle.
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