Monthly Archives: July 2024

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Food, food, food

When I get pneumonia, I drop ten pounds the first week. Since I had influenza viral pneumonia in 2003, I don’t run a fever. I just have a fast heart rate resting and get short of breath walking across the room. With Covid, I needed oxygen.

Each time, it takes longer to gain the weight back. Then I go over my normal weight and eventually have to rebuild muscle. This time I did not gain any weight back for over a year. But now it’s been three years and I am in the muscle rebuilding and weight loss section.

It does get harder as I get more mature. Older and wiser, right? Well, maybe. At any rate, I am trying to lose weight without any drugs or injectables or herbs. I am trying to eat the way the diabetic educators tell us to: half the meal should be vegetables. Every meal. A small grain and a small protein and not too much fat and vegetables. Corn really falls into the grains.

In clinic I often do a diet history of the day before. What did the person eat? I think about half of the histories come back with almost no vegetables. Pizza is NOT a vegetable, it’s mostly in the grain department. Grains are plants, I agree, but they send blood sugar up a lot more than celery and kale and collards.

Meanwhile, where is CHOCOLATE on that plate half covered with vegetables? Darn. My dessert could be a small piece of chocolate with a carrot on the side? Chocolate dipped carrots? I honestly do not like celery. Celeriac yes, celery no, though I have it in the curried chicken salad I made yesterday. That chicken salad is not half vegetables. It has some celery for crunch but it also has grapes. So, I ate it last night with an equal amount of mixed lettuce and sugar snap peas from the Farmer’s Market.

I do not have diabetes, but if I am recommending a dietary change, I think I should be able to do it too. We shall see. I think right now my diet is about 1/3 vegetables. Fruit does not count as a vegetable for this.

The other thing about vegetables is you have to cut them up. Ok, wash them too. And it’s not like one doesn’t have to cook beans or rice or meat, but vegetables do take time. If I have a person with low blood sugar or who is feeling awful, saying make half the meal vegetables may not be realistic. When someone is really frail or ill, it may be that getting out of bed, washed and dressed and to the table is overwhelming. Cut up vegetables? Cook from scratch? Maybe not.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: lunch.

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Frail

I wrote this poem about my father at least a year before he died. He was on oxygen, on steroids, terrible emphysema from 55 years of unfiltered Camel cigarettes. He would not accept much help and became more and more of a hermit. He did continue with the Rainshadow Chorale and because of it he quit smoking three years before he died.

Frail

We are going sailing
My partner says to me
“Invite him if you want.”

Then I am busy for a while

I think of calling, then forget

He was not at chorus on Monday

At last I say,
“I haven’t called. We’ll just sail.
Just us today.”

I haven’t called
because he was not at chorus on Monday

He is frail
55 years of camels
two packs a day
as if each cigarette
destroyed one alveolus
in his lungs
one tiny air/blood interface
built to exchange oxygen
and carbon dioxide
the loss is cumulative


He is frail
he is proud that the choral director
says, “I need you.”
He can’t sustain
but his entrances and time
are the best
among the basses.
They need him.

Chorus
is our winter link
two introverts
we hug at the start of chorus
sing for two hours
and talk for a few minutes at the end

Occasionally we go for a beer
I invite him for dinner
but he comes less and less
he often does not feel well at night

He looks smaller at chorus
this season
this is normal in emphysema
the body sheds weight
too much tissue to oxygenate
too hard for the lungs
and the heart, working overtime
to make up the difference
he is blessed with low blood pressure
genetic, from his father,
tough English stock,
otherwise I think he’d be dead

I didn’t call
before we went sailing
because I am afraid

I’ve driven out before
when he has not answered the phone
for a day or two
wondering if I would find him dead

I didn’t call
before we went sailing
because he was not at chorus on Monday
because if he didn’t answer today
I would not go

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: frail.

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Wash, wadi, arroyo

A friend and I did a hike in Palisade this morning. It goes up, up and then there is a loop at the top. This is the fabulous view from the top, towards the west, with the Colorado River and the rest of Grand Junction.

On the loop we look for these:

Petroglyphs! And the bottom one really looks like an elk. Most looked like deer.

I also found this site, about the difference between a wash, a wadi and an arroyo. https://seethesouthwest.com/what-is-the-difference-between-an-arroyo-a-wash-and-a-wadi/

This is the canyon on our right on the way down, but I would bet that there is a wash at the base. These amazing mesas and rocks are carved by water and time.

And here is the mesa across from us to the north, from the top again.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: wash.

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Coping or manipulation?

I see someone in clinic with a difficult boss.

This brought up work stories. Now, are these coping skills or manipulation or a bit of both? You decide.

Long ago I work in a lab at the National Institutes of Health. We are super busy and doing a lot of overtime and have some media pressure as well. Our boss gets us together and gives us hell, about making mistakes. I am annoyed, because I’ve been really careful. I stew. I write a letter, what I think he should have said, which is telling us all great job, you’ve worked super hard, we are under pressure and also we need to not make mistakes. I circulate it to the four other lab techs, who enjoy it. The lab cheers up a bit. Eventually I get brave and give it to the boss. He likes it and reads it to everyone, who try not to laugh. A year after I leave the lab, I visit, and he has that letter up on his bulletin board.

Long ago I am made chief of staff at a hospital. My goal is to finish the monthly meeting in an hour. I have two senior doctors who always blow up about something in the meeting. I decide to be proactive and go to each one before the meeting and prime them. I pick a topic, say I am worrying about it, and what do they think? They each then blow up in the meeting, but now they have no opposition so there is no brawl. I prime them about something that is not really controversial. I do get the meetings done in an hour.

One year I go to the lake with my family. My children are small. My father has been drinking heavily. I call ahead and say, “Will you treat our tent site like my house and not come there if you are drinking?” “You don’t own the lake land,” says my father. “We don’t have to come.” I reply. He agrees not to drink at our tent site.

He is angry, though, and pretty much won’t speak to me. I ask if he would come to a family sing at my site. He says no. I think about it for a while and ask my cousin to hold a sing at her cabin. My father agrees to that, not knowing that I am the instigator. He is happy at it because he’s said no to me and yes to her, and I am happy too, because I love to sing and sing with him.

My father was one of eight people to start Rainshadow Chorale in 1997. I sang with him in the chorale from 2000 until the year he died.

Where is the line between manipulation and coping with a difficult person?

I think this is a time travelogue, so let it be my Ragtag Daily Prompt for today.

The photograph is of my father in 2012. He died in 2013.

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Red and yellow

My mother would say, “Red and yellow, catch a fellow!” if we wore red and yellow together. So my sister and I didn’t, to avoid being teased.

I look it up to see if it is from a poem or song, and get lots of rhymes about differentiating poisonous coral snakes from non-venemous King snakes. Also the following:

For Cee’s Flower of the Day.

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Life in miniature

This is a log on the beach in May 2022. A tiny forest and other things growing, fed by the seawater. We don’t know how long the log has been tossed from sea to shore and sea again.

Maybe the tiny green things look at one celled plants and marvel at how small they are.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: lilliputian.

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Covid Morph

So far I have gotten positive Covid tests on one patient a week, all with really different symptoms.

One older person who was short of breath walking, tired, coughing and loose at the other end.

One young one whose only symptom was profuse throwing up.

One with a sore throat, nasal congestion, cough and feeling fairly awful and about to go on a trip, darn it.

There isn’t a nice pattern to tell me what the local strain is doing. It can do any darn old thing. I have also seen someone with strep throat and another couple who had similar symptoms to the others but did not have Covid. It’s morphing like an AI, I swear. I am masking in clinic but so far so good.

The Ragtag Daily Prompt is essential. I think it’s pretty essential for me to wear a mask in clinic, in crowds and on airplanes, since I am quite tired of pneumonias.

I have been the only “provider”, that is, doctor, in the clinic for the last two days. The medical assistants and front desk and I are starting to work as a team. I ask the front desk person how to communicate with her from the clinic room most efficiently. Something was weird about the refill system and it kept refusing refills. On Tuesday I had over 100 “documents” in the computer “box”. Lab work, specialist reports, refill requests, x-ray reports, nursing home things, surgery reports, wound clinic, emergency room, and so forth. I am trying to skim them, but I can’t say that I will remember person A’s dermatology report after skimming 60 others. If you go to your primary care provider and have had some major medical thing recently, remind them. They may have gotten and read the note, but gosh, it’s hard to remember at 100+ per day. Right now I have not met most of the people, so it is even harder.

The photograph is just for fun, taken a few weeks ago on the trail that runs by the Colorado River. Lovely!