Enduring a kerfloofy week

March 12, 2012

This is the longest blogging gap I’ve had so far.  When I started this blog in July, I blogged every day.  If I absolutely had to skip a day, I wrote two the next day.  A few months ago my health made it hard to keep up, and sometimes I skipped two days, or even three.  Then this week happened, and it’s been 7 days since my last posting.

It started innocently enough.  I skipped a couple days because I was tired.  Then I tried to blog, but I had lost my internet connection for the night.  And then things got kerfloofy. (Hmm, I thought that I made that word up, but I just check and it exists already.  Go figure.)

There are a lot of ways that I don’t handle my health properly.  I don’t do my physical therapy consistently, I don’t get enough exercise even when I feel up to it, I don’t get enough sleep.  But I do pride myself on how I handle stress.  I handled my difficult job, my ill relative, and my hurt friend all very well.  But then I got it: the long term disability application.  And my stomach has been in knots ever since.

When I left my job, I told them I’d be back in 3 months, maybe sooner.  This week I have to call my boss, then head over to clean out my desk.  I won’t be coming back at all.  As of three weeks from now, they are no longer required to hold my job open for me (and I know they won’t) and I will be in the process of applying for long term disability payments.  The hardest part of this should be how horrible I feel physically.  Most days it is.  But right now, the hard part is all mental and emotional: accepting that it has come to this.

For years I have known that I could end up receiving disability payments, but I never really believed it would happen.  I am 32 years old, and I am wondering if I will ever work full time again.  Chances are that I will, but what if….?  I would never get married to someone just for their money, but right now I sure wish I had a spouse so I could at least get on their health insurance.

The future is scary, but I know I have to find a way to deal with it.  If I’m going to feel lousy anyway, I sure don’t want to add stress on top of it all!

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At a loss for words: Where’s our CI vocabulary?

March 4, 2012

I’ve heard the rumor that the Eskimos have over 100 words for snow.  That’s a myth.  There is more than one Eskimo language, and there are a lot of words for snow, but not an usually large number.  For example, in English we have snow, sleet, ice, hail, flurries, slush, blizzard, etc.

If we have so many words for snow-type substances, why isn’t there a word to describe the weird feeling I get in my stomach that isn’t quite nausea and isn’t quite queasiness?

Where’s our CI vocabulary?

Where’s the words to explain this feeling that’s tired, and exhausted, but more than that, but not exactly fatigued, and sort of sleepy, but not quite?

Where’s our CI vocabulary?

We have so many words to describe “pain” such as ache, sharp, dull, and acute, but where the one to explain the constant not-quite-sharp-but-not-really-dull pain that ranges from a 2 to an 8 on my pain scale on any given day?

Where’s our CI vocabulary?

When I have trouble walking and I sort of trip, and it’s not from pain, how best to explain it?  It’s like my depth perception is off, but I can see just fine.  It’s like my foot isn’t listening to my brain, except that it is.  It’s somehow a weird combination, like my brain doesn’t tell my foot to lift off from the ground far enough.  Where’s the word for that?

Where’s our CI vocabulary?

Symptoms have been around for years.  Personally, I’ve had symptoms since before we had the words “smartphone,” “netbook,” or “blu-ray.”  If society can invent these words so quickly, why haven’t we come up with better descriptors for our physical symptoms?  I think it’s time that we did. Let’s start making up words.  With Facebook, Twitter, PInterest, and all the rest, we should be able to spread them around faster than I can slip in slush.  Let’s get started!

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Where’s the fairness? Life and chronic illness

February 29, 2012

Life’s not fair.  We hear that all the time as children.  I think it usually goes something like:

Kid (whining): I want X!

Parent: I’m sorry, you can’t have it.

Kid (still whining): But that’s not fair!

Parent: Life isn’t fair.  Get used to it.

Sound familiar?  I don’t know when I stopped thinking about fairness in that way, but it must have been a long time ago.  I don’t really believe in karma.  I do believe that if you do good things, then good things will happen to you, but that’s because I think that if you help out the people in your life, then they will help you out in return.  It’s not because I think there’s a cosmic balance in the world.  I know many people disagree, but that’s my thinking.  So I know that fair isn’t relevant.

Maybe that’s why I was so caught off-guard today when I was emailing with a friend about how on earth I can plan a date when my pain levels are jumping all over the place, and she wrote back: Sorry to hear you’re hurting so much, it’s just not fair.

And here’s my response to her, verbatim: Nope, it’s definitely not fair.  If it was fair, this would hit murderers and rapists, and it would leave me alone.  I just want to get a nice job working at a little nonprofit, date, and go out with friends.  Nope, no fairness.  But then, that’s no surprise.

Yeah, I know I sound a bit bitter, but can you blame me?  I’m sure we all have those moments.  Because no matter who we are or how we act, we could get a bad illness.  Because there are horrible people in the world who are completely healthy, and wonderful people who are very sick.  Because there are horrible people with billions of dollars, and fantastic people who are starving to death.  Because life isn’t fair.

Most days, I know that means that I just have to make the best of it.  Some days, I wallow in the unfairness of it all.  Lately I’ve been picturing what my life would be like if I suddenly got better, and it’s a lovely life.  I would get a job at a nonprofit, helping people.  I would do volunteer work.  I would go out more and do more fun things.  I would exercise and take good care of my body.  I would work to raise awareness of chronic illness and what it means.  I would not be so scared to start a family.  And then I wake up and remember that that’s not my life.  Maybe it will be one day, but that’s unlikely.  So I’m back to making the best of it.  It’s not always easy, but it’s all I’ve got.

And tomorrow I’ll ignore all of the many things in life that are unfair, and just accept reality again.  For a while, at least.


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Pain: I’d rather be asleep

February 28, 2012

You know things are bad when the first thought you have when you wake up in pain in the middle of the night is, “Crap, now I’m going to be exhausted tomorrow.”

I guess a “healthy” person, someone who doesn’t have chronic pain, would have called 911.  But I’ve had enough pain over the years to just sigh, try to fall asleep, then give in and read a book.  I learned how to sleep through the pain when I was a teenager.  People have been amazed by that, but it’s a survival instinct.  Yes, when the pain is worse, I don’t sleep as well, but I can often sleep through the  lesser pain.  And miraculously, my pain hasn’t been too bad at night, so it hasn’t kept me awake.  That’s what made last night even more strange.

When I woke up, I first thought of the dreams I’d been having, so maybe those are what really woke me up.  But then I noticed the pain – everywhere.  Ok, it wasn’t everywhere, but it was in a lot more places than usual!  I did a quick assessment: “toes (not again!), knees (they never hurt when I’m lying down, except for weather-related pain – is it going to snow?), fingers (oh crap, that’s getting worse, and that just started a few weeks ago), shoulder (yow!  that’s a bad one, and completely new), elbows (uh oh, those never hurt before), and everything else…. seems ok so far.  Ok, some new pain, some old pain, and nothing I can do about either right now.  Better get back to sleep.”

After that highly technical assessment, I tried to ignore it all, but the pain was intense.  Around 4:30am I gave up and read a book for a while.  Luckily, later in the day I was able to fall asleep on the couch, and I took a 4 hour nap.  None of this is normal.  I never wake up for the day at 4:30am.  And I never take a 4 hour nap.  But the “healthy” person would have been worse off – I’m pretty sure they would have spent many hours in a hospital and learned nothing.

People are often amazed at the way I handle these things.  They say I’m so strong, and they admire that.  My response is, if you’d been dealing with chronic pain for 20 years, since your childhood, you’d probably react the same way.  What choice do I have?  Panicking won’t help one bit.  I’d rather roll over and go back to sleep.

 

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