Use it before you lose it

August 14, 2011

The other day I posted about using the good days to their fullest.  Yesterday and today I did that, and I’m so glad that I did.  Now, tonight, I’m hit by more than being tired – this is full on exhaustion, bordering on fatigue.  I’m too tired to get my glasses (so I may find some typos on here tomorrow) and I just barely have enough energy to write this almost-post.  There’s a good chance I’d be this tired even if I hadn’t pushed myself the last two days, and either way, I have no regrets.  If we don’t use the goods days as much as we can, then what’s the point of living?  Yep, it’s totally worth it.

Now, time to go to bed very very early.


You really want my illness to be predictable? Really?

August 13, 2011

Chronic illnesses are unpredictable.  That is actually one of the more difficult aspects of CIs.  If I knew when I’d feel good and when I’d feel lousy, life would be a whole lot simpler, but it just doesn’t work that way.  I know that.  I’m guessing you know that.  Somehow, other people seem to miss it.

I’m good at my job.  I get the work done well and ahead of schedule.  I also try to limit my sick time to when I really truly need it, since it would be easy to use it up too quickly.  Until recently, I had taken off a handful of days, but only one day here and there, usually 1-2 months apart.  No one cared.  Then I got a cold.  Of course, my immune system is naturally messed up, and I was on a med that made it worse, so I wasn’t recovering.  I missed 5 days of work and my boss was unhappy.  People had to cover for me and some work didn’t get done.  I don’t see how this is any different than when a coworker broke a leg and was out for 2 weeks, and others had to do her work.  I guess her boss was more understanding than mine.  And a broken leg could happen to anyone.  Apparently, I was asking for special treatment by using my sick days for being… what’s that word?  Oh yeah: SICK!

Things escalated and I ended up having a formal meeting with my boss and someone from HR.  Basically, my boss wanted my illness to be more predictable.  I was out sick at a very inconvenient time and this bothered her.  Um, excuse me, it bothered you?  You think I was actually happy about it?  What are people thinking?  She wants my absences to be more predictable.  Well guess what?  So do I!  I also want to know if I’ll have to cancel my date on Tuesday because I’m suddenly in pain, or if I’ll have to skip next week’s bbq because the heat is bothering me.  I would love to predict to how I’ll feel on any given day.  But chronic illnesses don’t work that way.  Hell, LIFE doesn’t work that way!  Deal with it.  Get over yourself.  Life is unpredictable.  And by the way, when I came back to work I worked hard and got everything done, so really, what’s your problem lady?

What makes me really sad is that I thought this was a case of an unusually unrealistic boss.  Then I read this:
http://workingwithchronicillness.com/2011/08/unpredictable-a-synonym-for-chronic-illness/

I would really love to educate these people.  For now, I’ll work on getting my own boss to understand how CIs, and life, really work.


More pure selfishness

August 12, 2011

There’s this small dead-end road by my office building and it only has two parking spaces on it, both handicapped, both clearly labeled handicapped.  More days than not, I see people parked there illegally.  It’s not in view of a main road, so I guess they figure they’re less likely to be ticketed.  Meantime, that doesn’t mean people need the spots any less!

So today I’m walking past, and there’s a van parked illegally in one of the spaces.  A truck is parked such that it’s not in either space, but it’s blocking both.  Right.  So the driver knew the spaces were there and knew they weren’t supposed to park there and made sure to obey the actual letter of the law, just not the spirit of it.  Real nice.  So I did the only logical thing: I called the town police.  I hope they ticketed both vehicles.  I went back to work, of course, so I have no idea what, if anything, happened.  I have to wonder what those drivers were thinking?  What went through their heads that they figured they needed those spaces more than someone with a disability?  If it was their mother, brother, friend, child who was disabled and needed that space, would they have acted the same way?  I’ll never know, but I just can’t imagine what possible way someone could justify this.

Chances are, one day they’ll understand.  Until then, I’ll just keep calling the police to have them ticketed.  And tonight I’m emailing my state rep to find out about increasing fines for parking illegally in handicapped spaces.  You might want to do the same.


Use it while you’ve got it

August 11, 2011

You know how some days are so horrible that you can’t imagine having a good day?  And then a good day comes along?  Maybe it’s a day without pain or a day without fatigue or a day without nausea or simply a day where the symptoms are a bit less horrible than they usually are.  Those days are amazing.  I love those days.

Sometimes it’s easy to miss a good day when it’s simply a day with less-bad symptoms, but it’s worth watching for.  I may never ride a bicycle again, or get to jump out of a plane, or drink alcohol, but I know that I use the good days the best that I can.  I think that if I didn’t use those days, they’d feel like a waste.  I don’t have to do anything much on the good days, just know that they exist and appreciate them and feel happy about them.  Doing that is enough.  So that on the bad days, at least I know I made the most of the good ones.  I may have other regrets in life, but wasting the good days won’t be part of them.