Easter Collect

I love liturgy. I mean, I absolutely love liturgy. I think it’s just one of the most amazing things ever. For example, check out this collect from the Book of Common Prayer:

O God, who for our redemption didst give Thine only-begotten Son to the death of the cross, and by His glorious resurrection hast delivered us from the power of our enemy: Grant us so to die daily to sin, that we may evermore live with Him in the joy of His resurrection; through the same Thy Son Christ our Lord, who liveth and reigneth with Thee and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

That’s the Easter Day collect, but it’s one I would do well to pray daily. To remember that I have been redeemed. To remember that I have been delivered from the power of the enemy. To remember to die daily to sin. But most of all, to remember to rejoice in the resurrection.


Who’d have thought?

Who’d have thought I’d ever be the one arguing for lower temperatures? Certainly not I.

But here I am, being the one to argue for keeping the thermostat low.

I was pretty warm with my sweater on, having just finished washing dishes and was now mopping the floor, when Anna walked into the room. “Do we have to keep the heat on 65? It’s cold in my room. And the window’s even closed.”

The thermostat was set at 65–but the actual temperature of the living room (the coldest room in the house) was 69. My room (upstairs) has been consistently temping at 72.

I am usually ALWAYS cold–but I haven’t really been uncomfortable at the temps in our house except when I’m sitting at the computer. That’s when my fingers start to feel like ice. Otherwise, I’ve got my socks and shoes (or slippers) on and my sweater slipped over the rest of the outfit. If I’m sitting reading, I have a throw or a quilt over me to keep me toasty warm. And when my fingers are feeling like ice at the computer? That just gives me a great excuse to grab a mug of hot tea.

I have an electric blanket to keep me warm at night–thanks to Anna, who acknowledged how cold I was last winter. And I bought a space heater for Casandra–who I know is also generally cold–so that she could keep her room warm while she’s in it. I just didn’t imagine that Anna would be the one complaining of the cold. (She’s generally too warm.)

Maybe I need to give her the space heater I’d intended for the living room. After all, we tend to only use the living room when we have lots of people over anyway–which means the ambient temperature rises pretty significantly anyway.

Anyway, so much for my musings. But who would have thought?


Thankful Thursday

Today I’m thankful…

  • that I feel much better than I did yesterday!
  • that my dresser top is free of clutter (thanks to today’s FlyLady mission)
  • that my (I mean, my sister’s) piano is tuned. (I played Christmas songs this morning!)
  • that the research on the impact of dietary fatty acids on insulin resistance is FINITE–even if I haven’t discovered the end of it yet.
  • that I have a nice huge fuzzy sweater (from my sister) to put over my regular cardigan and a nice pair of fuzzy leg warmers (from my mother) for my feet and a nice set of fuzzy socks (from my senior year in high school house-family) to keep me warm when the temperatures drop.
  • that I don’t have class tomorrow. (I still work, but not having class means I can eat AT HOME before going to work–instead of packing a lunch to stuff in between class and work.)
  • that even if my outdoor temperature sensor isn’t working, someone else in the neighborhood has one that sends me its signal just fine. (It’s currently 42.3 degrees Fahrenheit–gotta love the “.3”)
  • that this beautiful sight greeted me out of the window this morning:

Fall

Autumn is, at long last, dropping into fall. Gone is the Indian Summer with its bread-baking noondays and cool evenings. Now, it is starting to get truly cold.

I got out of my bath to discover that, outside of the steamy warmth of the bathroom, I was cold. Only days ago, I had my overhead fan on. Today, I’m considering whether to turn on my electric blanket.

I did laundry today–and for the first time in a long time, I put more shirts in my sweater drawer than in my t-shirt drawer.

I saw a girl in a coat today, and it made me think–“I need to put a new lining in my fall coat.” I thought about it last spring, as I packed it away. I even added it to my running to-do list. But I haven’t paid much attention to it since. It certainly wasn’t priority. But it might be now.

I’m contemplating how this fall will be the same, and different, from previous ones. Like many other falls, my thoughts turn to Christmas with expectation. But thanks to the marvels of modern medicine, I may actually be able to enjoy the months leading up to Christmas (instead being destined to hibernation and sluggishness).
I’ve never dressed up for Halloween before–but this year, we have a costume contest at work (and I’m going to WIN!) I’ve generally gone on a hiatus from leg shaving during the fall and winter months–but this year I’ve got to be a professional, which means I probably shouldn’t bristle.

Fall–it’s a good season, I think. Let it come. Whatever it throws at me, old or new, I’m ready for it.


Agenda-less

Thanks to a whip-cracking week last week (which unfortunately did not include blogging–sorry, everyone), I currently have no pressing deadlines. Which meant that instead of making a to-do list for today, I went agenda-less. I woke up this morning with only two fixed engagements–work from 8 to noon and Joanna around 7. Everything else was negotiable.

So what did I do today?

If you guessed nothing, you don’t know me quite well enough.

Today, I did things and then wrote them in my planner and crossed them off.

I did my morning routine–and wrote “morning routine” in my planner and crossed it off. I went to work–and wrote “work” in my planner and crossed it off. I made new shelves for my shoes in my closet while waiting for my milk to heat up for yogurt–and wrote “closet-shoes” and “yogurt” in my planner and crossed them off. I decanted and strained some liqueur I started making a while back–and wrote “liquer” (yes, I spelled it wrong) in my planner and crossed it off. I worked some cross-stitch (quite a bit actually) on my sampler–and wrote “cross-stitch” in my planner and crossed it off. I watched Tom Sawyer–and wrote “Tom Sawyer” in my planner and crossed it off. I did dishes…

I think you get the picture.

I love being productive. I love putzing around the house. I love flitting from one thing to the next without a care in the world. These are the joys of being caught up.

So often, I live my life according to a tightly arranged agenda. I must get x, y, and z done by such and such a time. I must be here by then or else I’ll be late to there. I ran my entire undergraduate career–just trying to stay one step ahead. I started my graduate career trying to catch up (Mexico to grad school in 12 hours, remember?) So now it feels nice to finally be ahead.

Now if I can remember to live in what Stephen Covey calls “Quadrant II.” Quadrant II is all about doing the things that are Important but not Urgent. It’s making sure you never get to the place where you’re scrambling to meet deadlines. It’s an awesome place to be, theoretically. I don’t know for reality because I’ve never been there–I’ve always been playing catch-up, or racing the deadlines (Covey’s Quadrant I).

So then–
Today I’m agenda-less
Tomorrow I’m Quadrant II


Housebound Health

Remember how I told you I was going to do 60 minutes of physical activity this week? I said that equaled out to ten minutes over six days. Well, I didn’t have any problem meeting that on Friday (I parked at the grocery store and walked over to Menards to pick up the space heater that was on sale and back before getting my groceries–20 minutes) or on Saturday (I walked around the block on one of my fifteen minute breaks at work–15 minutes.) But Sunday I forgot all about it and yesterday was rainy. Today has been rainy too.

When I’m motivated and the weather is nice, it’s not that hard for me to get aerobic exercise outdoors. I love to walk–especially if I’m walking somewhere or with someone–and I don’t mind biking–especially if I’m going somewhere (and there are plenty of places that I need to go that are within reasonable biking distance.) But when rain is falling and snow is on the ground and it’s generally mucky outside, I don’t have many options. I don’t have any exercise machines. I am not a gym person. (Besides, who has time to go to a gym and change to get all sweaty and then shower and change again? You’ve got to spend twenty minutes preparing for a twenty minute exercise time. No thank you.) So what am I to do?

Today, I got on YouTube and searched various combinations of “aerobics”, “workout”, “aerobic workout”, “fitness”, and “exercise” until I found a video that was about ten minutes long and looked to be an aerobic workout. I scored a pretty decent one:

I can’t say that there was much “gospel” in this “Gospel Aerobics”, but it was a ten minute aerobic segment with simple choreography that doesn’t take too much room. (I did it in my bedroom, in the 3×5 foot almost clear space between my bed and my computer desk.)

If you find yourself housebound, but in need of a quick aerobic pick-me-up, this might be worth a try.


Rage against the system

In case you didn’t know, becoming a health care provider isn’t cheap. The six to fifteen years of school and/or supervised practice isn’t cheap. The professional organization memberships aren’t cheap. The malpractice insurance isn’t cheap. The equipment isn’t cheap. Continuing education and the reading and travel that go along with it aren’t cheap. And that’s just talking direct economic costs.

I wish we could talk health care without having to talk about money. I wish we could all offer our services for free. Unfortunately, if all health care providers offered their services for free, we’d soon have no health care providers. It costs too much to become a health professional and to maintain professional standards as a health professional to not get paid. So somehow, we’ve got to get paid.

The majority of payments that come to health professionals come through insurance companies. They decide what they’re willing to pay for and how much they’re willing to pay for it–sort of. The sort of is because most insurance companies use Medicare and Medicaid as the basis for making their decisions regarding payment. If Medicare or Medicaid covers it, private insurance is sure to follow.

If Medicare/Medicaid covers Medical Nutrition Therapy (MNT) for a disease, then dietitians get paid. If the government isn’t willing to pay a dietitian for Medical Nutrition Therapy–neither will the private sector. So if dietitians want to get paid, they have to convince the government to foot the bill. It’s bad enough that money makes the world go ’round–even worse, too often it’s government money that makes the world go ’round.

I sat through Community Nutrition tonight biting my tongue and swinging my legs and wondering why it felt like I was being told to sell out. Contribute to the ADA-PAC. Sell your vote for support for nutrition-related legislation. Campaign for somebody on the basis of dietetics. Bribe your congressman. Join the lobby. Sell out.

I want dietitians to get paid for what they do. Why? Because they provide an invaluable service to health care. Dietitians have the knowledge and skills to prevent disease rather than just managing it. Medical Nutrition Therapy is incredibly cost effective from a medical standpoint. It prevents the occurence of disease in the well and prevents the development of complications in the diseased. Medical Nutrition Therapy means fewer drugs, fewer diseases, fewer costly medical interventions, and ultimately fewer deaths. That’s a lot of bang for a little buck.

The problem is that if dietitians are going to get paid for what they do, the government is going to have to pay it. Congress is going to have to approve MNT for Medicare/Medicaid patients if MNT providers are going to get paid by anyone for any of the work they do. Which puts me in a very difficult situation.

I’m a fiscal conservative. I’m a true believer in free market. I much prefer the invisible hand to the “Wonderful Wizard of Washington”. I don’t believe that throwing government money around solves anything. The Robin Hood complex is a mental illness, not benevolence. Stealing from the citizen to support the system isn’t my way of going about things.

So what am I to do about dietetics? I want to get paid. I want my profession to get paid for its legitimate work. I just don’t want the government to be doing the paying.

Our economic system depresses me. We’ve messed it up so much that it’ll take a MASSIVE restructuring to return us to free market principles. Unfortunately, when even the conservatives start throwing government money around in an attempt to “save” the economy, how can we hope to ever have a stable economy?

I almost think it’d be best to just never mind the short-term consequences. Knock off all government intervention in the economy and wait for things to equalize. Then, once we’re dealing with a free economy, we can rebuild the way the American economy was first built–on hard work, civic responsibility, and innovation.


I’ve been tagged

I have a confession to make–I checked my website from work today. Granted, I was on my break and just trying to get a photo for my desktop background–but still. What makes it even worse is that when I saw that I had a comment on my last post, I looked at it.

That’s when I saw that Becky at Boys Rule My Life had tagged me for a meme. It was a good thing that I only had an hour and a half left at work ’cause I was almost busting. How exciting! How novel! How very blogger-like! Take that, you non-blog reading siblings who assume that just because you don’t want to read my blog that nobody does! Somebody likes my blog enough to TAG ME! But what might the meme be? What does she want to know? Oh, it was too much.

Turns out, the meme is “six random facts about me.” So here goes:

  1. I picked up a walker from freecycle today
    And by walker I mean old-lady-who-can’t-walk-on-her-own-so-she-shuffles-behind-a-metal-cage walker. I have a reputation for going all out on costumes for “spirit” functions at work–and when the social committee announced a Halloween costume contest, they proclaimed an early “Congratulations, Rebekah.” Nothing like putting me on the spot. Unfortunately, my last few are going to be hard to top. (Check out my Super Hero costume and my Nerd costume.) I was thinking old lady–if I could just find a walker–and lo and behold a walker shows up on Freecycle. Absolutely providential.
  2. My life is an open book
    I have actually LOANED some of my journals to a younger friend who was having a hard time with high school romance. I still almost can’t believe I did it. What was I thinking? Oh well.
  3. I just finished The House on the Cliff by Franklin Dixon
    The Hardy Boys aren’t just for kids–I’m reading them as part of my quest to read every book in Eisely Library. Boy, did I have a crush on Frank Hardy when I was younger though. That lucky Callie Shaw!
  4. I have somewhere between two and four hysterical roommates
    The number depends on who exactly is doing rounds in Lincoln–my sister and Casandra are my “real” roommates–the other two are PA classmates of Anna’s who stay with us when they’re in town. It’s a blast!
  5. I know only one joke
    Unfortunately, it’s a little macabre. Here goes: “Why don’t lepers play hockey?”

    Answer: Too many face-offs

    I know. Awful.

  6. I wear my grandma’s clothes
    Certain articles, at least. My favorite is a cream colored gown that she wore at least 50 years ago when she sang in a choir performance in Sioux Falls, Iowa. The performance was being recorded and put on the radio. She was so proud of that performance.

And now it’s my turn to tag some-bodies. I tag all my “in real life” blog friends:
Joshua,
Casandra, Cousin Matt, and Grace Babe


My Friend

“Thank you, my friend” she said when I dropped her off at her door.

I thought I’d heard her say the same thing on Wednesday, but then convinced myself that I was dreaming.

Today, there was no doubt in my mind.

I don’t envy Nyayan’s position. She’s a Sudanese refugee working in the dishroom, which is populated primarily by students and mentally challenged individuals. She has a hard time speaking English, the students aren’t interested in talking to her, the special-needs workers don’t really talk that much–and often have communication issues of their own. So Nyayan works 40 hours a week in virtual isolation.

Then we get into the car and chat briefly in the five minutes that it takes to get to her house. I ask about her baby (2 months old right now). She asks me about my car’s mirror and when I’m working next. I ask her if she has plans for her weekend off.

It doesn’t feel like much. I give her a ride. I talk with her. I made her baby a quilt. It’s not much at all.

I feel honored that she considers me a friend.


Thankful Thursday

I’m going to bet that you saw that last post and thought that I was breaking my “Thankful Thursday” string of posts. No such luck!

Today I’m thankful for…

  • A 5 pm deadline for that paper.
    Dr. Driskell said, “You barely made it before 5pm.” I know. Almost everything today took longer than I expected.
  • C.Y. Thompsen library.
    I really feel like I need more practice with case studies and they had a copy of Clinical Cases in Dietetics. Yipee!
  • Valentinos with my sister.
    It’s so nice to take a break and chat about medical things without my dinner companion getting bored.
  • Auto Playlists
    I just set up a new auto playlist to wake myself up to in the morning–so I’ll get to hear all sorts of new music every morning. (Wake yourself up with your computer by going to Control Panel–>Scheduled Tasks–>Add Scheduled Task. Then search for your playlist–it’s generally in My Documents/My Music/My Playlists. Then set the time you want to wake up and which days–and whether you want it to repeat, etc. At the end, ask to “open advanced properties for this task when I click finish.” In the advanced properties, select the “settings” tab and select “Wake the computer to run this task.” When you go to bed at night, hibernate your computer instead of shutting down (select Shut down, then press shift to see and select the “hibernate” option). Your computer will wake up to wake you up in the morning with your very own playlist.
  • the Journal of the American Dietetic Association
    Thursday is definitely my day for getting good mail. I think I’ve mentioned mail every week since I started–and today was no exception. I got my first issue of JADA. Interesting note from what I’ve read so far–a recent study from the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition suggests that taking fish oil capsules prenatally may decrease asthma risk in children. Fish is definitely a hot topic for pregnancy–with pros and cons alike.