The blue moon effect

January 26, 2012

I try not to swear too much on here, but this week is so crazy!  What the fuck is going on this week?!?

Where to begin?  A friend just had a root canal.  A relative is having oral surgery that’s even worse than a root canal.  A friend’s kitten is dying.  A relative of a relative passed away.  A friend had a miscarriage.  A friend had a baby.  A friend got laid off.  A friend got married.  And that’s not to mention my own medication side effects and, even worse, my grandmother’s sudden trip to the hospital (she’s ok now, but she almost didn’t make it.)

So I’m thinking it’s something like a full moon, or maybe a blue moon, and an eclipse, and the stars all lining up in some weird way…. I don’t know.  It’s just too strange, though.  How is it that so many of the major people in my life are having major life events this week?

Now here’s the strangest part of all.  This is the CI-related part.  This is the part that I can’t get used to.

THEY ALL KEEP ASKING ME HOW I’M DOING!

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled that everyone cares.  But when a friend calls up, as she did about 45 minutes ago, and says in a pain-filled and drug-filled voice that she just had a root canal, but then keeps asking how I’m feeling, something must be wrong.  When my mother calls me after a night of crying at her mother’s hospital bedside and asks how I’m feeling, something must be wrong.  And when a friend calls up to tell me that she had a baby about 16 hours ago, and wants to know how I’m feeling, something must be wrong.

So now I have to wonder, does their own stress cause them to think more about me, or have I declined in some way that I’m not seeing, and it concerns them?  I appreciate their concern, but these are events that should have me focused on them, not the other way around.

How can I get them to stop worrying about me?  Maybe it’s not possible.  But I’m going to try, because I’ll be damned if my ongoing health issues are the center of attention all the time.  Sometimes, yes.  All the time, not a chance.  This is a time to focus on my friends and family.  Screw the blue moon eclipse thingy.

But I’m starting to wonder… what news will the next phone call bring?

 

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The medicine of a simple visit

December 17, 2011

Knowing that I’ve been stuck at home a lot, my parents came over for a visit today.  They don’t live very far away, but they rarely visit.  Usually when we see each other it is at their house, where I grew up.  Since I’ve been staying closer to home, they came over for a visit with their pooch.

It was a simple visit.  We talked, we took a walk, we had dinner.  I pet the dog.  I played with the dog.  I sat with the dog.  It was an easy visit.  Today was a good day, and I felt up to moving around, which was great.  Having company was fantastic medicine.

When you’re fatigued, in pain, or otherwise stuck at home, remind your friends and family that visits can help.  So many of us get offers of help, but the truth is, I don’t always need help with errands or cooking, sometimes I just need some stress-free, activity-lite time with loved ones.  We all need to be alone at times, but we also all need to be around the people we care about and who care about us.  Sometimes it’s just that simple.

 

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A “Holy sh*t!” moment

December 8, 2011

I’ve thought through all the possibilities, considered every angle, but that one question felt like someone slapped me upside the head.  Actually, no, it felt more like I’d been hit with a steamroller.  How had I never thought of that before?

Last year I applied for FMLA at work.  I was told that I got 12 weeks of FMLA total for the year.  I shrugged it off, saying that I wouldn’t need 12 weeks.

A few months ago I applied for short term disability insurance (STD.)  I was told how long term disability insurance (LTD) works, just as part of the application process.  I shrugged it off, saying I wouldn’t need LTD.  I wouldn’t need all of the STD.

Now I’m on STD and it will be lasting more than 12 weeks.  And suddenly LTD doesn’t seem so unrealistic.  Maybe I will need it after all?  But no, that can’t be.  If need be, I’ll just get a part time job.

Last night I told a friend that I had applied for a part time job.  I wasn’t looking for work, but a friend told me about a perfect opening at his organization, a place I’ve wanted to work at for years now.  It would be stupid not to apply, so I did.  When I mentioned this, she seemed surprised, and asked if it made more sense for me to get LTD instead (the requirement to apply is that I can’t do the work of my current position, which is certainly true now; to extend it beyond the initial period I would need to say that I couldn’t do any work at all, but that’s not a bridge I need to cross any time soon.)  I started to explain that LTD only pays a certain percentage of my salary, and as I was explaining this, I realized that I wouldn’t earn more at a part time job, and I’d probably earn less.  And the benefits wouldn’t be as good.  And I’d have to commute, and deal with the physical and mental demand of having a job.

BAM!

That’s when it hit me: I might need to sign up for LTD and be on it for a while!  Now, I have some time to figure this out.  I can be on STD for a bit longer, so I will wait until the time gets closer to make a decision.  Tomorrow I’m going to have blood drawn, and maybe my fatigue is just from something simple, like anemia.  I’ve never wanted anemia so badly in my life.  I will hope there’s a fix for this.  But in the meantime, I’ll be reconsidering all of the options I’d already considered.  It’s time to look at this from a new angle.

And maybe buy a lottery ticket.

 

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Yes you can: asking for help

December 2, 2011

A friend of mine had surgery this week.  This was planned in advance, so he knew when it was happening.  The recovery period is one month out of work, and then a few more months with certain activity restrictions.  He knew this would be tough, so a few weeks ago, he sent out an email to all of his friends in the area to ask for help.  What does he want?

He asked people to visit with him, by phone or Skype or in person.  He asked people to cook some meals.  He asked people to help him with some errands.  Simple, right?  We’re all very happy to help.  He set up a calendar on a web site that organizes everything, so at any time I can go on there and see which days he needs someone to come by.  I can’t do his laundry or lift things, but I can visit and provide company.  Other people can’t visit in person, but they’ll Skype to keep him company.  We’re all going to do what we can.

And this made me wonder, why do so many of us have trouble asking for help?

Now, the obvious reason is that chronic illnesses are ongoing, so we’d be asking for help a lot.  There’s no simple “recovery” period.  And after all, it’s not like we know when we’re going to have a flare, so we can’t predict when we’ll need help.

But aren’t those just excuses?  Yes, we need to be careful not to be burdensome, but if I were to ask a bunch of friends to collectively do 2 things for me each week, it would be months between asking favors of the same friend.  I’m sure they’d be thrilled to help.  Many have offered.  And let’s face it, even though something might feel huge to me, it’s probably minimal for them.

I’ve always been bad at asking for help.  When the pain in my wrists was so bad that I couldn’t cut my food, I’d just put a big piece of meat on my fork and bite of bits at a time.  I bristled when my mother offered to cut my meat (I was young and still living with my parents.)  I turn down offers of help from family and friends.  I guess I’m just too stubborn for my own good, but I’m working on that.  We all need to work on that.  Dealing with chronic illnesses is hard.  Why make it harder by trying to do everything alone?  Asking for help might make it a bit less difficult.  It’s worth a shot, right?

 

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