Monthly Archives: July 2025

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Hungry

Each time I’ve gotten pneumonia, I drop ten pounds in a week. The weight stays off, each time for longer. Then I gain it back and go past my “normal” weight. It takes work to get that extra weight off.

I have been trying to lose that extra weight since the start of the year. At first I just tried to increase my vegetable intake. The green, yellow and orange vegetables have the lowest calories and carbohydrates. The grains and rice and potatoes and bread are all more dense and have more calories and carbohydrates. I tried to go easier on them.

I did not make much progress. The climbing gym has been building muscle and clothes fitting better, but the scale did not move much.

I started having conversations with my stomach. I would eat. My stomach would demand more. “HUNGRY! WANT MORE!” This is not real hunger, as the people in occupied territories are having. This is my stomach or hindbrain fussing. It was easiest to control at lunch. I would fill half my container with spinach or mixed greens and then add more vegetables or tuna salad or egg salad or humus and vegetables. I would take a piece of fruit. Once that was done, we were done. “HUNGRY!” my stomach would complain. “That’s ok,” I would tell myself, “It’s ok to be a little bit hungry. We’ve had enough food. Stop fussing.”

My stomach fussed a lot at first. Now it is more of a query: “Hungry?” “No,” I reply, “we’ve had enough.” It seems to quiet down much more quickly. I think I am losing weight but I have no scale here and haven’t remembered to weigh myself in the last 3 weeks at work. Never mind. I have more muscle, at any rate, which is denser than flab. Muscle burns 9 kcal/gram and fat burns 4 kcal/gram. I climbed yesterday at the gym and might again this afternoon. It did take weeks or a couple months for my stomach to quiet down. Changing habits is not easy.

The tuna salad and spinach and green chili dish was my breakfast this am. I don’t think my stomach complained at all after it. It was distracted by packing and clearing out the refrigerator and cleaning. Sol Duc knows I am packing but is pretty sure she is going with me. I have been putting her toys in the carrier and she’s gone in and out to suss out the situation.

I hope all the people who are suffering from hunger get fed, today and tomorrow and the next day.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: hungry.

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Done and undone

I am done with my third Grand Junction travel doctor assignment and packing to go home. I don’t think much of my temp company at the moment. I had to nag them for two weeks regarding the travel plans. I had to call both airlines (one hour 18 minutes and one hour 38 minutes) to be sure that taking Sol Duc on board the plane is arranged (it wasn’t). I called the hotel for the day between planes and they do not take pets. I called the company that takes me from the airport the last two hours home and they DID know about the cat. One out of four. They finally switched the hotel on Friday, the last day of work.

Then at 5:18 pm I am sent an email saying I have to vacate on the 19th. The first plane is on the 21st. It was sent by the rep who is covering me and knew the travel arrangements are for the 21st. I am glad that I pay way more attention to detail as a physician than they do to my travel and housing. They frankly suck. And I am not vacating until Monday. They may charge me at which point I will say they need to pay me for spending more than 5 hours fixing their travel screw ups.

I did say to the rep on Friday, “Well, if it’s not arranged today, I will just call the emergency travel line at 5:01 pm. They will help me.” The emergency travel folks cost them more money. That apparently caused them to do the last arrangements. I am doing the travel in two days because otherwise my cat would be in the carrier for 12 or more hours. That is not reasonable.

I am done except for travel home. Today I finish packing and cleaning.

The photograph is Sol Duc in front of our rental house yesterday. I think she will miss the heat here. She seems to quite enjoy 90+ degrees.

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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: done.

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Experience

Friday I left for the Fourth of July, but not for fireworks. I went to help pack for a move. My family moved every 1-5 years through my childhood, and then I moved too. College, work, work, medical school, residency, first doctor job. Second job and I stuck: I have not moved for 25 years. Travel yes, move no. But like Martha, I am thinking about all those books! I am working on cutting them down to size and many fewer favorites.

Anyhow, I have quite a bit of experience packing and moving. When my family moved from upstate New York to Alexandria, Virginia, the movers stacked the plates with newsprint between. Every single plate in the pile broke. My mother was furious. She said the packers should have nested them on their sides, so they don’t break the one below. We shall see if my experience is useful or not.

I bubble wrapped this lamp and then packed it in a big box with more bubble wrap and a lot of t-shirts. Yes, I should take the shade of but it would have required a special tool that we didn’t have. Or a trip to a lamp store. There was not enough time. The moving truck comes Wednesday or Thursday. We were nearly done when I left to drive back to Grand Junction. Newsprint, bubble wrap, a pack for glasses and quite a few boxes. I hope it all makes it!

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: pack.