When my daughter was very ill with anorexia nervosa, I was urged by the wonderful people on the Around the Dinner Table forum to "have a plan". Here is the best example of a plan for refeeding that I have come across (with thanks to MWM):
This may sound to parents who have not been in the hell of refeeding, like some militaristic, control freak, slightly psychotic parenting. However, if you reframe the food as medicine and reframe the anorexic as diabetic, you can begin to see how life saving this plan is.
We did not have the luxury of a visit to ER or even a clinician who understood what we were doing, let alone a therapist. There was just me, HWISO and elder daughter. Having this sort of plan was not an option. Besides, I hate plans. I find that if I plan something too much, it all goes awry and I am left with having to deal with two members of the family who have difficult set shifting, have depressive personalities and lean towards catastrophising over every detail.
Luckily, the "get on with life" leaves me a position to tease the two Henny Pennys out of their misery. If teasing is ineffective, a stern reminder that if the world is ending, we might as well enjoy the last few hours, seems to work.