Ye Old Fake-Out.

Photo credit for the awesome graphic goes to @fempire_ on Instagram. Go check her out!

  Anyone who has had the unique pleasure of working shift work for a sustained period of time, knows the value of a changeover day. Typically, this day counts as an actual 24 hour day, full of random sleep-filled intervals, semi-coherent thoughts or conversations with loved ones, and an unhealthy dose of grazing for food in the kitchen.

   However, when your schedule involves getting off of work at 7am and starting the next shift at 8am the very next morning, all of those aforementioned terrible habits are taken to a whole new level.

   Today, after getting home from work around 9am, I attempted to stay awake and fill my schedule with plenty of time-consuming activities: pet photos with Santa Claus downtown, catching up on some Netflix shows, going out on the town with my equally shift-work-laden husband, et cetera, et cetera. It was as ambitious as it sounds; only one of those things happened (spoiler alert: it was Netflix.) By noon, my mood had soured beyond redemption and my bed was the only cure.

   As I lay here now, recently awoken by the sound of my sweet-but-protective hound dog, baying away at the sound of a passing motorcycle, I am readying myself to again tackle a short list of barely exhaustive activities. Hopefully folding a mountain of laundry, meal prepping for the week, filing the unruly stack of papers and miscellaneous items littered across my desk, studying a bit and hitting the gym tonight will all take up enough of my energy to ready me for bed again by midnight…

 You can learn more about shift-work sleep disorder and the many horrors that accompany it by following these links:

 https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2904525/

 http://my.clevelandclinic.org/services/neurological_institute/sleep-disorders-center/disorders-conditions/hic-shift-work-sleep-disorder

 https://sleepfoundation.org/shift-work/content/shift-work-disorder-%E2%80%93-symptoms

 Enjoy your evening, folks!

 ~Mj❤ 

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Ain’t The Way To Die

 

If you haven’t already been moved by this video and the incredible message behind it, I implore you to follow the link below and learn more.  I’ve been on a bit of a morbid “kick” lately, if you will, but these are things that must be talked about and not ignored the way that they are.  Please check it out, share it, and don’t hesitate to start discussing your own end of life wishes with your loved ones.
Read more: http://zdoggmd.com/aint-the-way-to-die/

With Love,
Mj ❤

One-Third Of Veterans In Backlog For VA Health Care Already Dead: Report

Photo Courtesy of: The Washington Times

Photo Courtesy of: The Washington Times

What a disgrace!! These brave men and women who are FORTUNATE enough to make it back home after their tour of duty should be treated like ROYALTY, not like something to be swept under the rug. The way that our current Government disrespects and ignores our war Veterans is utterly deplorable… Continue reading

Knowing How Doctors Die Can Change End-Of-Life Discussions

“Nora Zamichow says if she and her husband, Mark Saylor, had known how doctors die, they might have made different treatment decisions for him toward the end of his life.” ~Maya Sugarman/KPCC

Morning to you all!  It has been a while since I’ve posted anything (just as I foretold,) but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to share this article with you.

Have you ever had one of those moments in life when a photo, an article, a sound or a taste somehow resonates with you on a deeper or spiritual level, so much so that you end up unearthing a well full of gut-wrenching emotions that you thought you no longer had the capacity to feel?  That is basically where I am right now.  I am at the bottom of my well. Continue reading

Empathy.

So a County Sheriff just stalked Ralph and I for almost half of our walk before finally getting out of his car and asking to pet him.  I’m not going to lie, I thought it was pretty cute!

Little did I know that the Officer had just put down his 13 year old beagle last week.

His heartache was palpable and I’m sure that spending some time with my little guy helped him in some way, but little did he know, for I needed that interaction as well.
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