
Who, me?
Maybe so.
Landed.

For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: ferocious.
I keep wondering at the stubborn part of me that will not let go.
That wants to reconcile with all, no matter what they’ve done.
I go inside, deep and deeper, in the depths all is slow.
That part is the holy part that longs for the One.
I have been told to let go of things, forget, no more longing.
But the longing is a sacred place, a longing for the Beloved.
I think that excising it would be a horrid evil wronging.
Handle gently, with care, with love, and gently gloved.
I meet someone who says, “You are very in touch with your inner child.”
I know it’s not a compliment, I smile and pay little mind.
My Child is my connection to the Beloved, fierce and mild.
Jealous judging rolls right off, people can be unkind.
I won’t excise the holy core, the Beloved inner child.
I feel the Beloved’s laughing play and joy, heart running wild.
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For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: realize.
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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.
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!
Pneumonia makes me slenderize
I feel like I’ve been blenderized
Steals my breath and appetite
Work to breathe both day and night
My heart goes fast, trials one to four
I’d rather not have any more
Ten pounds down, gone like smoke
Carbohydrates make me choke
The legacy of my fourth round
I can’t eat gluten, ounce nor pound
And yet I still come out ahead
Since I am alive and still not dead
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Four pneumonias in 24 years. I have an antibody response, which peaks about six weeks after the infection. Colds don’t trigger it. This photograph is two months in to my 2021 round. I drop ten pounds in the first week and eating is always difficult. I do not recommend this method of weight loss.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: slenderize.
I really enjoy elder care in Family Medicine. Mostly. Even some of the very difficult or very complicated people.
One thing I would try to figure out is what is the person’s goal? This can be quite funny at times.
“Can we talk about what you would want if you got really sick? If you were too sick to talk to us?”
“I don’t want to talk about death.” Ok, this person is in their 90s.
“That is fine, but if we don’t talk about it, your daughter and I have to guess what you want. And we tend to do more when we don’t know.”
That person glares at me. “Oh, all right.”
Sometimes a person says, “I don’t want to die of cancer.”
It turns out that this is an opening. “Ok, what DO you want to die of?”
“I don’t want to die!”
“Well, me either, but I can’t fix that. There are at least three “ideal” deaths that the Veterans Administration talks to people about. Maybe we could go over them. You could put your request in with your higher power.” I have written about the three here: https://drkottaway.com/2023/10/06/an-ideal-death/. The “Hallmark” or hospice death, sudden death and fight it all the way.
But, other than not dying, what is the goal? To stay in one’s home? To move to a retirement organization that has a nursing home and care until death? Home care insurance to stay home? I do have people imply that they will go into the woods or crash their car or something if they get very sick, but not very often. They are usually aware that I have to respond to any suicide threat. How much care do they want? People often say, “I wouldn’t want to be disabled,” but it turns out that life is often worth living even when very challenging. Most people want to be treated for cancer, for heart disease, for congestive heart failure, to go on.
Sometimes death comes from a cumulative load of chronic problems. We had a gentleman in his 80s in the hospital ICU many years ago. He had pneumonia, congestive heart failure and bad kidneys as well as a host of other problems. I sat down with him. “We are treating you, but when we give you enough medicine to help you breathe, your kidneys are getting worse. This is a small rural hospital. I could transfer you to the Seattle hospital, 2 hours away. You would have a cardiologist, a kidney doctor, a lung doctor. Here you just have me and the nurses. Either way, I do not know if you will live through this. What do you want to do?”
He chose to stay. “My family can visit me here.” His family was visiting daily. “I do not want a breathing tube. I do not want dialysis. If my kidneys go, let me go.” We discussed this with the family.
Four days later it was clear that without dialysis, he was dying. Dialysis might have slowed it, but he may still have died. He was no longer waking up. We withdrew the antibiotics and removed most of the monitoring and switched him to hospice. His family continued to visit and he died a few days later.
He did die in the hospital, and yes, we used some machines up until care was withdrawn, but this still seems like he got to make choices and his family understood. It can be much harder with memory loss when the person really can’t make choices any more.
He was complicated. To keep him breathing well without a machine, we had to give him diuretics, that were eventually too much for his kidneys. A bad heart, lungs with emphysema and pneumonia, and bad kidneys. Sometimes the liver is not working either, and then what is there left to work with? Nearly all drugs are broken down by either the liver or kidneys. Simethicone is not absorbed, so that’s the exception.
Sometimes people get along until too many things accumulate and then they end up in the hospital and on multiple new medicines. It can be very confusing. Regular maintenance is a good idea.
Sometimes the family wants something different from the patient. Or there is an elder parent and three adult children, who all disagree. My job is advocate for the patient. But this is Family Medicine, so I have a responsibility to the patient but also to the family. The person, the family, the community, how is it all fitting together? Sometimes functional, sometimes not.
I had one person who called me when he had been flown to a Seattle hospital. “I have to get home.” he says, “Can you release me? I have to take care of my wife!” I panicked for a moment. “Is your wife bedridden? Where is she? Why are you in the hospital?” She was not bedridden and she was fine. He was being more and more behaviorally squirrelly. He could no longer drive, but drove anyhow. His wife disabled the car, because he would disappear. I sent him to a neurologist for memory testing. The neurologist said, “Hmmm.” and sent him for neuropsych testing. The neuropsych report said dryly that his memory was fine, but he had certain long standing behaviors related to past heavy alcohol use. Oh. He was quite proud of not drinking and going to AA, but he also triangulated with his family and me. I sat him down and said, “Ok, I am not going to talk to a different one of your five children every time you see me in the clinic, because you’ve said, “Don’t tell mom I called you.” Pick ONE person for me to talk to and now you have to have a family member with you when you come to clinic.” He grinned and chose his wife. He had certainly fooled me about his memory, because he blamed his behavior on his memory. The neurologist was not quite fooled. The family calmed down and he did not drive any more, thank goodness. He was not an easy patient, but he was entertaining and educational too. And I felt that I had helped both him and the family.
Sometimes families fight. Sometimes a dysfunctional family will get way worse when someone is sick or dies. Sometimes families go on fighting. Other families are so kind and so good to each other and their elders. Every family is different.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: concentration.
I am feeling mortal.
I am in my post-pneumonia phase where people say, “Well, you LOOK great.” This is round four, so it’s not a surprise. It just took two years this time, instead of two months. In 2003 it took two months.
There are various things feeding in to this. A friend my age has had a stroke. “NO!” I think, “TOO YOUNG!” The death of the actor from friends bothers me mostly because he’s nearly a decade younger. Drugs and alcohol shorten the lifespan by quite a bit. A study checking for five things: inactivity, drugs, tobacco, alcohol and very heavy weight showed that the people with all five tended to die 20 years sooner than the people with none. That study was at least a decade ago if not two. So cross off about 4 years for any of those, sigh. A cardiologist recently said tobacco is worse than alcohol and now I am wondering how much worse? And how do they measure that? Tobacco kills more but serious alcohol use is a lot faster at killing people. Both of them affect all body systems: GI, heart, lungs, brain, bone marrow, liver, kidneys, and so forth. Even skin.
Also, the last lung test was still abnormal even though I am off oxygen and feeling mostly good. I am having muscle trouble though. Every morning I wake with really bad pain in both thighs and whatever muscles I’ve been trying to build. This has been going on since at least August. Since I think that this is an antibody disorder, it implies that the antibody baseline has risen to the point where my muscles are grumpy and hurt. Alternatively it could be a Long Covid issue: microclots could be clogging the capillaries in the muscles when I exercise and causing hypoxia in muscles, which means they can’t build. Muscle cells are fascinating. When you exercise the cells need more food and build new insulin receptors in the cell wall. So exercise changes the individual muscle cells! How very amazing. My muscles are resisting the build and it is very annoying. There is research going on re the microclots, but there is bleeding risk from the anticoagulants including strokes. So, um, well, I seem to be stuck. It is not stopping me from hiking and dancing and being active but boy does it hurt in the mornings.
This is not very bucolic, is it? I am still attending the Long Covid talks and it is really fascinating and quite scary. It’s just a very very nasty virus. I wish it would calm down. The 1918-1921 influenza really calmed down after three years, but there are no guarantees. Anyhow, at least I can dance!
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: bucolic.
The photograph is taken in Michigan in 2014.
I fly home tomorrow. Meanwhile we have split up and I wandered around Venice much of today. I caught the pigeon in flight in this street. If I stretch out my arms I can brush both sides.
Baggage reorganized and no souvenirs except photographs and memories. Food to get me through flights, too! It has been a delight to travel with family and without oxygen.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: brush.
I am still thinking about the last two Long Covid/PASC talks. (PASC is post-acute sequelae SARS-CoV-2.) I have not written about the earlier talk, which was from the group of Long Covid patients, many of the medical people, who have banded together to do their own research and advocate for research. That group said that half have ME/CFS (myalgic encephalomyopathy/chronic fatigue syndrome) and did say that they are unhappy about the research into exercise.
How do I interpret that in light of the more recent talk, with studies about exercise?
Remember that before Long Covid, we thought that about one in ten people with any severe infection may get ME/CFS. Covid-19 is a really nasty infection and hitting people way harder. However, the second talk did show evidence that many though not all Long Covid patients respond to exercise therapy. Here is my prediction: many of the Long Covid people will recover in the two year time line. Two years more or less and that’s if they get help and therapy. However, we may have ten percent, and that’s a guess, that will have a longer course. Ten percent of the people with Long Covid is a very large number of people.
My hope is also that we will learn much more about the immune system and we will be much better at treating and even curing ME/CFS. Something good out of a terrible pandemic.
There also is a recent article about people who tested negative for Covid-19, who have Long Covid. I think I am one of them. In March of 2021 I was tested twice for Covid-19 and was negative. I was also negative for strep A, influenza and RSV and we stopped testing. I needed oxygen. I did take penicillin because of the two previous strep A pneumonias. I had had my three vaccines already. Why do I think it was Covid-19? When the immunologist tested my antibody level in November 2021, he said it was the highest level he’d ever seen. Over 50 was protective and I had 25,000. I thought, that’s weird, from the vaccines? Then I got Covid-19 again in April and had super mild sniffles. I tested because I was traveling and had to push my travel back a week. I think that I tested negative, but remember, we were testing nasal drainage. I’ve only ever had one sinus infection in my life and I’m one of those people who got strep A as a child over and over. As an adult it is throat and lungs that are most vulnerable. I think some people do not shed Covid-19 in their nose. They might have gotten a different result if they had swabbed my tonsils. With that second round the home test was negative again, but I had to get an official travel test. I did it right away, five days before my plane. That test was positive.
There is discussion going on, whether Long Covid that looks like ME/CFS is the same thing or not. My suspicion is that we will see many of the people recover from the PEM (post exertional malaise), but that some will have a longer, more difficult course. And it is not very predictable. The hospitalized people who go through exercise are mostly recovering. They were debilitated from time in bed, on a ventilator, on a heart lung bypass machine. Yet there are people who were never hospitalized, had no preexisting conditions, were athletes and are still struggling. This is a nasty, unpredictable virus. A scintilla of hope and of fear.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: scintilla.
The agate is from Marrowstone Island. Only part of it is clear. This is one I had to dig out of hard mud.

Oh, dear. My not so cheerful take on “micro” today is the tiny particles in the air from the fires. The sky held this front yesterday and the weather changed. The air was brownish by afternoon. Yesterday at 5 the Air Quality Index was 36, not too awful. This am it is 78 here, though a map of Washington State AQI shows that it is really severe in Eastern Washington. Fire season.

The screen shot is from here.

I set up my home air filter: a box fan and four filters. I had my windows open last night and woke with a headache from the air. It also makes me irritable. When I really smell the smoke, my brain keeps sounding an alarm: “Fire! fire!” I have to reassure it: yes, there is a fire, but it is not here right now. Cross your fingers. Now I’ve closed the house and have the fan running. Inelegant but very effective at filtering the tiny particles and cleaning up the air.
Consider wearing an N95 if you have to be out. We do not want those tiny micro particles in our lungs. I am holed up in the house today. We may have rain tomorrow which will quiet it down.
When the air gets really bad, the cats even refuse to go out.
Be careful out there.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: micro.
Filter instructions: https://encycla.com/Corsi-Rosenthal_Cube.
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