Hoping for rain

“How’s it going?” she asked.

One look said it all.

I was ready to quit. I’d been reaching into my personal reserves so deep for so long that I had nothing left to give.

How could I go on?

She challenged me to have a hard conversation, to let someone know that this was too much.

Even the thought was exhausting. Who would I go to? My boss? Any of the three executive directors of the three buildings I work for? Either of my two consulting dietitians? My consulting dietitians’ boss?

I had no idea.

But I knew something had to be done.

Then, by the grace of God, one of my consulting dietitians asked some hard questions.

“Can you do this?” she asked. “Not that you’re not normal, but could a normal person do this with normal hours?”

I had to confess that no, there was no way I could do this–anyone could do this–and still maintain normal hours.

Even that was so good. To have someone know. To have someone recognize how hard I’ve been working, how crazy my workload and hours have been. To have someone understand.

But she’s doing more. She’s working on my behalf. She’s going to help me in the now, help reduce my load. And she’s going to talk with the powers that be, help me at least propose my ideal scenario.

After a month without a drop of rain, the sky has clouded over.

I feel like it might finally rain.


White Coat Woes

Not every dietitian (even in my company) wears the dress-code mandated white coat. But I do.

Me in my lab coatI wear the white coat because it gives me an extra dose of professionalism, because it differentiates me from visitors, because it has pockets to keep my essentials handy.

Mostly because it has those pockets.

But finding a coat that fits me can be an issue.

If I choose a women’s coat, it’s generally intended for someone much shorter than I–and usually has a band that’s supposed to fall at the waist but instead falls inconveniently just below my bust.

If I choose a man’s coat, it’ll be long enough, but tends to fit rather like a bag on my otherwise shapely figure.

I was thrilled to find a coat that fit a little over a year ago, although I was a bit disappointed to find that it was branded “Grey’s Anatomy”.

When I went back six months (or so) ago to get a second coat to replace the one that was starting to get ratty, I couldn’t find one in my size (medium). I bought an extra-large and cut it down to size.

Unfortunately, the next time I went back, it was to discover that the particular style of coat that actually managed to fit me was no longer being sold.

My new lab coat
What’s a girl to do?

I’m not sure what most girls would do, but this girl went to Walmart and bought some white twill curtains on clearance.

Then she carefully cut her old coat (the first one, size medium) apart and marked each seam and fold. She used the old pieces as a pattern to cut a new garment from the twill and painstakingly pieced it together into a replica coat.

Finally finished, she loads her pockets and takes some pictures before preparing for bed.

(The first picture is of the store-boughten coat, the second of my newly homemade coat. I think I like my homemade one even better than the store-bought one.)


A Prediction I hope isn’t true

My dad purchased tickets for the whole family to see the Munich Symphony Orchestra last night at Lincoln’s Leid Center–so I was out late last night.

Today, the roads are likely icy for my trip to Grand Island–and the topic in Systematic Theology is one that I really want to be there for.

But one of my Grand Island buildings is in survey window and I have a premonition I’m really hoping isn’t true.

I’ve packed an extra change of clothes in case I don’t make it home tonight.


Working on a Saturday

I’ve no time to talk. I’ll be back at work today, doing something decidedly unusual for me.

I’ll be cooking, a task I am rather looking forward to.

I don’t intend it to be a long term thing, but I do like the novelty for now. Just the sort of thing to shake me from the “I’ve been doing the same thing every day for a year” doldrums of early professional life.

And someday, I’ll have something to blog about again :-)


Unknown Unknowns

“…as we know, there are known knowns; there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns; that is to say we know there are some things we do not know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don’t know we don’t know.”
~Donald Rumsfeld

Apparently people deride Donald Rumsfeld for his categorization of the world into known knowns, known unknowns, and unknown unknowns.

I don’t know what they’re smoking.

I feel that those classifications are perfectly apt–and they’re precisely the reason why I’m antsy right now.

I have known knowns: I know certain strengths and weaknesses in my education, in my charting or careplanning ability. I know how I’ve assessed and intervened in various situations.

Then I have known unknowns: I know that certain routes of communication are weaker than others, leaving opportunity for small errors. I know that there are people I have had less contact with than others. I know what people haven’t been looked at in depth for greater amounts of time.

But then there are the unknown unknowns. I have no clue about these.

There are things that I could be missing because I just don’t know–and I could not even know that I don’t know them.

Paul says that the one who does good need not fear the authorities (Romans 13:3); but what of the one who is doing the best she can (or thinks she is doing the best she can) but who simply cannot know everything–or even the finite brand of everything state surveyors might look at?

The tension of this week is whether I can trust God with not only the known knowns and the known unknowns but with the unknown unknowns.

Can I trust Him to provide despite my weakness? Can I trust Him to help me provide the best care possible to my residents? Can I trust Him if I should learn something that crushes my pride as a dietitian?

I don’t know. That’s an unknown unknown.

I’m trying to learn to trust.

And I suppose that’s all I can do.


Overwhelmed, including laundry room photos

Laundry room picture

I am feeling overwhelmed by all the work that keeping house means. Keeping tidy, keeping up on the dishes, mopping and vacuuming every so often. Meals every day, laundry before the clothes run out, trash before the house starts to smell. Trying to get the lawn mowed between raindrops, learning how to clip a hedge, wondering why my green beans didn’t take.

I’ve decided I’m going to take things one step at a time so as not to get (too) overwhelmed.

Yesterday’s step?

The laundry room. Sweep the floor, tidy the bottles, remove the stuff that doesn’t belong.

At least one room in the house is in order (for now.)

Laundry room picture

I’m also feeling overwhelmed with opportunities.

I have four middle school girls who craft or sew with me regularly and a few more who do so less frequently (or would like to do so eventually). I’ve got some friends I’d like to do Bible study with, and a new friend who’d like to do Bible study with me (Yay!) I just started what I think might become my favorite part of the week–reading to dementia patients in our long term care facility. And tomorrow, I’m going to babysit for my pastor’s wife!

I love that I have so many relationships in this city I found myself surprisingly transplanted into six months ago.

But, like the rooms in my house, the new abundance of relationships has me somewhat overwhelmed.

I imagine I’ll “manage” them in the same way.

One at a time, taking time to love and be loved.

Laundry room picture

Basically, I’m overwhelmed by how rich and how full and how amazingly over-the-top my life is.

A year ago, I was in a completely different place, dreaming completely different dreams, having an awfully difficult time.

Today, I am in a town I’d never imagined I’d be in…
working at a job I never imagined I’d work at…
living in a home I never imagined I’d live in…
with relationships I’d never dreamed I’d have.

I’m simply overwhelmed with how full this life I never chose is…
and overwhelmed with thankfulness to the God who chose this life for me.


The Calculations I Make

One of the most routine parts of my daily life is pulling out my calculator and determining someone’s energy and protein needs.

The process I use most frequently looks like this:

1.) Determine person’s BMI
To do this, I need to know their weight in pounds and height in inches. I divide their weight in pounds by their height in inches, then divide that number by their height in inches again. Finally, I multiply this number by 705.

To use myself as an example (which is why I’m doing this anyway), I would take my weight (142#) and divide it by my height (70″).

142/70=2.02857 (don’t round at this point)

This number needs to be divided by my height again:

2.02857/70=.028979 (still no rounding)

Now I multiply this by 705:

.028979*705=20.4 (now is where I round to one decimal place).

2.) Use BMI to determine whether a person is underweight, normal weight, overweight, or obese

This can be easily done using the following schema:
–BMI <18.5 is underweight --BMI 18.5-24.9 is normal weight --BMI 25.0-29.9 is overweight --BMI >30.0 is obese

By this categorization, we can see that with a BMI of 20.4, I am in the “normal weight” category.

3.) If the person is obese, determine their ideal body weight and develop an “adjusted body weight”

To determine an ideal body weight, you need to know whether your person is a woman or a man.

Women get 100 lbs to start with and then add on 5 lbs for every inch in height over 5 feet (60 inches)–or take away 5 lbs for every inch in height less than 5 feet.

Since I’m 70 inches tall, I get 100# for the first 60″ and add on 10*5=50 for the final 10 inches. So my ideal body weight is 150#.

Men start with 106 lbs and get 6 lbs for every inch in height over 6 feet.

Which means that if I was a man, I’d get 106# for my first 60″ and add on 10*6=60 for my final 10 inches, making my ideal body weight 166#.

Now, I can make an “adjusted body weight” for my obese residents. I take their actual body weight and subtract their ideal body weight to get the approximate pounds of fat on their bodies. I divide this by four and then add that number to their ideal body weight. This is their adjusted body weight (I do this because fat requires fewer Calories to keep it going–and I don’t want to overfeed the fat!)

Because I’m not obese, I can’t do this for me for real, but I can pretend that I’m only 60″ tall, with an ideal body weight of 100#.

Then I’d take my actual body weight (142#) and subtract my ideal body weight (100# in this example)

142-100=42

I’d take this answer and divide it by four

42/4=10.5

Then I’d add it to my ideal body weight

10.5+100=110.5

And there we have it–my adjusted body weight (if I were 60″ tall) is 110.5#

4) Convert the person’s body weight (or adjusted body weight, if the person is obese) into kilograms.

This is pretty easy. Just divide by 2.2.

So my weight in kilograms is 142/2.2=64.6

5) Finally, multiply the person’s body weight in kilograms by a defined factor to determine an estimate of daily energy needs

Generally, the factors I use are as follows:
…if the person is underweight, multiply actual body weight in kg by 30 to 35 (30 is lower range, 35 is upper range)
…if the person is in the normal range, multiply actual body weight in kg by 28 to 30
…if the person is in the overweight range, multiply actual body weight in kg by 25 to 28
…if the person is in the obese range, multiply adjusted body weight in kg by 25 to 30

Thus, if I were underweight, my energy needs would be 64.6*30=1938 kcal/day to 64.6*35=2261 kcal/day

Since I’m in the normal weight range, my energy needs are actually closer to 64.6*28=1808 kcal/day to 64.6*30=1938 kcal/day

If I were overweight, I’d calculate my needs at 64.6*25=1612 kcal/day to 64.6*28=1808 kcal/day.

And if I were obese, using the adjusted body weight determined above, I’d need 50.2*25=1255 kcal/day to 50.2*30=1506 kcal/day

Of course, the above factors are simply generalities. I would adjust them further if, for instance, an individual had a disease that increased or decreased energy needs or if an individual had recently lost a lot of weight (or gained a lot of weight). And even once I’ve calculated all this, I still have to monitor other indicators (such as weight) to make sure that what I’m providing is sufficient.


While it looks complicated when all typed out like this, this process is about as natural to me as breathing. I make these calculations at least a dozen times a day–with hardly any conscious thought.

Just one (tiny) piece of what it means to be a Registered Dietitian.

(Of course, this is just one of many ways to estimate nutrient needs. I could use others, but feel that this is one of the simplest and most effective for adjusting to the needs of a mostly elderly, long term care population–many of whom are overweight or obese.)


SnOw weenie

It’s official: I am SO a SnOw weenie.

And I’m never going to do THAT again.

THAT being calling off a trip to my facilities in Grand Island the day before based on a weather report.

The snow stopped yesterday, leaving us with 8ish inches of snow.

The roads were being plowed, all was good–but everybody was buzzing about how the winds were supposed to pick up.

So I sent an e-mail to my facilities out of town and told them I’d be postponing my trip out to see them.

I woke up this morning to clear skies and still clear roads. The only possible road hazards were a wee bit of snow and ice on 30 by Central City.

That’s it, I decided. From now on, I wait until the morning of to decide whether to risk the roads or not.

No use messing up my schedule for a danger that doesn’t exist.

sNOw weenie NO more!


Thankful Thursday: Work

Five years ago, when I was halfway through my undergraduate education in dietetics, I never would have guessed that I’d be working in long-term care.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like the idea. I just intended to go a different direction. Should I not end up married before the time came to get a first professional job, I’d try to find something in community nutrition, education in the community.

And that is what I tried for–but jobs in the community are few and far between (and not always that greatly funded.)

So instead of a community position, I found myself in Columbus, Nebraska as a long-term care dietitian. And I love it.

Thankful Thursday banner

Today I’m thankful…

…for a good first day at the two facilities I’m now consulting for (even if the previous dietitian couldn’t be there to orient me to the facilities)

…for a just the right length to-do list. Now that I’m caught up from my conference and am full-time, I have enough work to keep me busy but not so much that I’m scrambling to keep afloat.

…for affirmation from a coworker who thinks I’m doing a good job (Thanks, Jen!)

…for a visit from my consultant RD who was able to catch something I was doing inadequately so I could correct it (before it became an issue)

…for conversations with coworkers before weights meetings

…for dark chocolate from my Secret Santa in our post-Christmas exchange

Above all, I’m thankful that God, in His infinite wisdom, has chosen to place me as the in-house dietitian in one long term care facility and as consultant dietitian to two others. It isn’t what I would have chosen for myself, but apparently God’s better at choosing than I am!


What has she gots in her pocketses?

To a clinician, the lab coat is generally more than a mere uniform or a symbol of status.

It’s a savior (from slightly-too-short-short-in-the-back shirts), a necessary layer of warmth (I’m always freezing), and…

a place to stash everything we might possibly need for the course of a working day.

Yesterday, I accidentally left my pockets at home after washing my lab coat.

I won’t be repeating that mistake.

As it was, I had to run home to grab my lab coat pockets’ contents. I just couldn’t do my job without them.

What do I keep in my pockets that’s so essential for my work?

Contents of my pockets

  • My name tag, telling residents and coworkers who I am and why (or why not) to talk to me.
  • Black pens for signing charted documents
  • Mechanical pencils for taking down notes FROM charts
  • A highlighter to highlight who I need to see that day or when a certain piece of government paperwork is due
  • A sharpie to mark out confidential information I’ve recorded in my planner or to write notes for the kitchen staff
  • A paperclip, or several, for corralling paperwork
  • My calculator, one of the most important tools of my job, useful for calculating how much energy or protein someone is actually taking in or what their approximate needs might be or whether the weight loss they just experienced was significant or not
  • Chapstick to lubricate dry lips before talking to residents. (If I’m well hydrated and my lips are moist, residents can hear me better.)
  • A hairnet to cover my hair for a quick trip into the kitchen.

That’s what I keep in my pockets. So tell me, what tools are essential for you to do your job? What do you keep in your pockets (or purse or diaper bag or whatever)?