Also, as an upbeat note to counter my bad week... watch this funny halloween video. :) Happy halloween, everybody!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lfk2me7p9us
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Promises, Promises...
Ok. In the spirit of this blog, I'm going to just cut through the niceties and get right to the point: I have had a terrible, awful, very bad week. Event-wise, it wasn't (as in, there were no events), which was part of the problem anyway. I don't think I'd win any "oh yeah? well, what about THIS..." type of contests with it, but to me, I really hit a new low this week. Or at least a low I haven't seen lately, so it feels new again.
I slept past noon everyday this week-- one particular day until 4:30. And usually this is a symptom of me giving into the fatigue and, while there was some of that, this week it felt physically IMPOSSIBLE to lift my head off of the pillow. I'd wake up earlier, and have that weird almost out-of-body type experience where you're brain is awake, but somehow your body hasn't gotten the message, and you think "OH NO! I'M PARALYZED!", but that feeling doesn't last long because within seconds your body wins control back over your eyelids and BOOM. You're alseep again.
(I hope Strunk & White don't ever read my blog).
So, I was tired all week, and dizzy, and my stomach felt bad, and it just felt like I would never feel well enough to get up, keep a job, and move out of my parents' house. I had to cancel with my friend K twice, and I really, really needed some blow-off-some-steam, girl-time. I didn't go to work. I couldn't go out for Halloween-- in fact, I didn't even get out to go to the Halloween store to buy the wig I needed to finish my costume. My boyfriend was supposed to come this weekend, but couldn't, and my letting all of these affect me resulted in a very cranky Robyn. Which means the rest of my family is sick of me too (though, the way I'm feeling right now, I'm sick of everybody).
So even though an awful lot of this is out of my control (new meds, etc.), when I honestly look back on the week, I can see that I didn't make much of a concerted effort either. I ate ok, but not great, and I didn't take control of my meals the way I keep saying I will. When insomnia hit, I'd try a little, then pull out the laptop and play a game or something to help with the boredom of a sleepless night. I didn't email my boss like I should have, and I haven't rescheduled some doctor's appointments that I needed to. Finally, my foot is almost healed now (yay!), and I haven't started walking and doing yoga again. I find I tend to be very all-0r-nothing in my life: if I can't do things perfectly (eat ALL healthy, planned meals that I cooked, practice yoga and RUN not walk everyday, work 40 hours a week, call my friends, and still be pleasant and keep my healthy habits...), then I don't want to do any of it. I throw in the towel. And that's just not going to work for me anymore.
So now that I've whined and complained, I'd like to do something about it. First, I want to list 5 things I'm thankful for this week to remind myself that it's not all bad! Then, I want to make 5 promises to myself of things that I will do differently this next week. So, without adieu,
I am so grateful for...
1. My friend, Keri. She brought me a goodie-bag this week after another canceled playdate just because she was thinking about me and wanted to help me feel better! She brought me some GREAT magazines (I'm a girly magazine enthusiast... can't be helped, haha), a chocolate bar, a furry purse for my Rachel Zoe outfit, some lotion and spritzers, and a simply gorgeous journal. Really, she's just too much. I don't know what I did to deserve such a great friend. On top of this act of kindness, I'm grateful for Keri because I don't know what I'd do without her right now. She understands living at home and living away and how frustrating the former can be when you crave the latter. She understands having a body that doesn't really behave as it should and having to try to "make it work." She really listens to me and she lets me return the favor, and for that I am really, really grateful... ESPECIALLY on weeks like this one!
2. Music. I sometimes forget its calming properties and I'm grateful there's so much of it out there to comfort a fatigued soul.
3. My family. Even when they totally drive me crazy, I really do enjoy being with them, and I'm grateful I have them. I may wish I lived elsewhere, but I really like hanging out with my parents and my sisters, and I hope that never changes.
4. My cats. They're so furry and Tigger will pretty much just collapse in your arms... cats just make me feel so much better. They're so ridiculously content, and it's hard to not catch a little bit of that feeling just watching them.
5. ChronicBabe.com... If you're a woman dealing with any sort of chronic issue (depression, fibromyalgia, epilepsy, etc.), you really should check out this site. It's so upbeat, and I really love the Editrix Jenni (from what she writes, that is)... she seems like a cool babe. When I'm off track, this is the first place I go for tips, advice, and comradery. It's just really nice to read about what really works for these young women who have similar issues to mine. Who better to advise than those who walk the walk everyday?
My Five Promises!
1. I promise to revamp my sleeping schedule. Bed at 11 pm, awake at 8 am. I'll probably start with 9 and work it back to 8, but I just have to regain control over my sleep. I promise to practice good sleep hygiene and to lay down in the dark after taking my ambien, instead of pulling out my laptop and giving the Ambien something to compete with.
2. I promise to look into healthy breakfasts this week. I can't do it all at once, and breakfast is the meal I have the most control over anyway. I tend to reach for sugary cereal and a glass of OJ, but I think I can do better, and put me on the right track for my day.
3. I promise to make my phone calls! Dentist, infectious disease specialist, aesthetician, regular doctor, GMU, WFU, work... I promise to make a list and follow through with my phone calls and emails.
4. I promise to go to church again. I will at least try it out for the next 2 weeks, and I will call the pastor's family to meet and talk. My spirit is tired and needs support and nourishment just as the body does, and I promise to better respect that.
5. I promise to go to work 3 times this week. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay for, but I want to show up at least 3 times: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Next week we'll see if we can increase it any more.
6. One more! I promise to start walking and practicing yoga again. It's perfect walking weather, so crisp, and I could really use some breathing exercises to get my life back in balance!
So there you have it: my plan of attack for this week. I've also been slacking on my daily health journal, where I record my sleep, what I ate, what I did, how I felt, etc. to look for patterns. I'm going to start keeping that again so that in a few weeks, I'll have concrete evidence whether this new medicine is helping or not. Whew. This is a lot, but I feel like I can. Please pray for energy and motivation for me this week to get myself back on track. Thanks everyone for reading! What do you do when you lose your edge and start to falter back into bad habits? How do you motivate yourself to do better when you don't feel any better?
*~Robyn
I slept past noon everyday this week-- one particular day until 4:30. And usually this is a symptom of me giving into the fatigue and, while there was some of that, this week it felt physically IMPOSSIBLE to lift my head off of the pillow. I'd wake up earlier, and have that weird almost out-of-body type experience where you're brain is awake, but somehow your body hasn't gotten the message, and you think "OH NO! I'M PARALYZED!", but that feeling doesn't last long because within seconds your body wins control back over your eyelids and BOOM. You're alseep again.
(I hope Strunk & White don't ever read my blog).
So, I was tired all week, and dizzy, and my stomach felt bad, and it just felt like I would never feel well enough to get up, keep a job, and move out of my parents' house. I had to cancel with my friend K twice, and I really, really needed some blow-off-some-steam, girl-time. I didn't go to work. I couldn't go out for Halloween-- in fact, I didn't even get out to go to the Halloween store to buy the wig I needed to finish my costume. My boyfriend was supposed to come this weekend, but couldn't, and my letting all of these affect me resulted in a very cranky Robyn. Which means the rest of my family is sick of me too (though, the way I'm feeling right now, I'm sick of everybody).
So even though an awful lot of this is out of my control (new meds, etc.), when I honestly look back on the week, I can see that I didn't make much of a concerted effort either. I ate ok, but not great, and I didn't take control of my meals the way I keep saying I will. When insomnia hit, I'd try a little, then pull out the laptop and play a game or something to help with the boredom of a sleepless night. I didn't email my boss like I should have, and I haven't rescheduled some doctor's appointments that I needed to. Finally, my foot is almost healed now (yay!), and I haven't started walking and doing yoga again. I find I tend to be very all-0r-nothing in my life: if I can't do things perfectly (eat ALL healthy, planned meals that I cooked, practice yoga and RUN not walk everyday, work 40 hours a week, call my friends, and still be pleasant and keep my healthy habits...), then I don't want to do any of it. I throw in the towel. And that's just not going to work for me anymore.
So now that I've whined and complained, I'd like to do something about it. First, I want to list 5 things I'm thankful for this week to remind myself that it's not all bad! Then, I want to make 5 promises to myself of things that I will do differently this next week. So, without adieu,
I am so grateful for...
1. My friend, Keri. She brought me a goodie-bag this week after another canceled playdate just because she was thinking about me and wanted to help me feel better! She brought me some GREAT magazines (I'm a girly magazine enthusiast... can't be helped, haha), a chocolate bar, a furry purse for my Rachel Zoe outfit, some lotion and spritzers, and a simply gorgeous journal. Really, she's just too much. I don't know what I did to deserve such a great friend. On top of this act of kindness, I'm grateful for Keri because I don't know what I'd do without her right now. She understands living at home and living away and how frustrating the former can be when you crave the latter. She understands having a body that doesn't really behave as it should and having to try to "make it work." She really listens to me and she lets me return the favor, and for that I am really, really grateful... ESPECIALLY on weeks like this one!
2. Music. I sometimes forget its calming properties and I'm grateful there's so much of it out there to comfort a fatigued soul.
3. My family. Even when they totally drive me crazy, I really do enjoy being with them, and I'm grateful I have them. I may wish I lived elsewhere, but I really like hanging out with my parents and my sisters, and I hope that never changes.
4. My cats. They're so furry and Tigger will pretty much just collapse in your arms... cats just make me feel so much better. They're so ridiculously content, and it's hard to not catch a little bit of that feeling just watching them.
5. ChronicBabe.com... If you're a woman dealing with any sort of chronic issue (depression, fibromyalgia, epilepsy, etc.), you really should check out this site. It's so upbeat, and I really love the Editrix Jenni (from what she writes, that is)... she seems like a cool babe. When I'm off track, this is the first place I go for tips, advice, and comradery. It's just really nice to read about what really works for these young women who have similar issues to mine. Who better to advise than those who walk the walk everyday?
My Five Promises!
1. I promise to revamp my sleeping schedule. Bed at 11 pm, awake at 8 am. I'll probably start with 9 and work it back to 8, but I just have to regain control over my sleep. I promise to practice good sleep hygiene and to lay down in the dark after taking my ambien, instead of pulling out my laptop and giving the Ambien something to compete with.
2. I promise to look into healthy breakfasts this week. I can't do it all at once, and breakfast is the meal I have the most control over anyway. I tend to reach for sugary cereal and a glass of OJ, but I think I can do better, and put me on the right track for my day.
3. I promise to make my phone calls! Dentist, infectious disease specialist, aesthetician, regular doctor, GMU, WFU, work... I promise to make a list and follow through with my phone calls and emails.
4. I promise to go to church again. I will at least try it out for the next 2 weeks, and I will call the pastor's family to meet and talk. My spirit is tired and needs support and nourishment just as the body does, and I promise to better respect that.
5. I promise to go to work 3 times this week. I don't know how long I'll be able to stay for, but I want to show up at least 3 times: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Next week we'll see if we can increase it any more.
6. One more! I promise to start walking and practicing yoga again. It's perfect walking weather, so crisp, and I could really use some breathing exercises to get my life back in balance!
So there you have it: my plan of attack for this week. I've also been slacking on my daily health journal, where I record my sleep, what I ate, what I did, how I felt, etc. to look for patterns. I'm going to start keeping that again so that in a few weeks, I'll have concrete evidence whether this new medicine is helping or not. Whew. This is a lot, but I feel like I can. Please pray for energy and motivation for me this week to get myself back on track. Thanks everyone for reading! What do you do when you lose your edge and start to falter back into bad habits? How do you motivate yourself to do better when you don't feel any better?
*~Robyn
Monday, October 26, 2009
Medical Mayhem Week
No, this isn't an actual or blogger-invented holiday. It's just what happens when you schedule three doctors appointments in a row, and the first goes terribly wrong.
Doctor # 1:
Last Wednesday, I was scheduled to see an Infectious Disease specialist in MD. He was supposed to be able to tell whether my Eppstein Barr levels point to chronic mono, and whether that means he could diagnose me with chronic fatigue syndrome/ME. I had typed out four pages of medical information on me-- what drugs I take and in what doses, my health history, and my symptoms in order of severity, among other stuff. I had even printed out a copy of the Canadian handbook for diagnosing ME/CFS, since it's just way better than the CDC's. I was ready man. Next stop: diagnosis!
Only, my mom and I didn't quite realize how much time it would take to get to the next stop when driving through Washington, DC AND Baltimore rush-hour traffic. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. It was not pretty.
Then there was the fun phone mix-up. When I realized we were going to be late, I called to tell the doctor's office, in case they told me to turn around, that they couldn't see us today. Some apathetic lady said she'd pass on the message. An hour later, as we were literally exiting onto the road that the clinic was on, another lady called me and said, "Excuse me, miss? This is Doctor Hudgen's office. We've never heard of you, but we got a message that you're going to be late for an appointment?..."
AWESOME.
So I made a few more calls, managed to get in touch with the RIGHT office this time, and told a snarky lady we'll call Dede what happened and how we were pulling in right now. She says ok, hangs up, then immediately calls me back (?) to tell me that the doctor can't see me anymore.
I'm going to back up here. I get it. I know we're late. I know it's not totally our fault we're late, and it's definitely not our fault that we didn't contact the office in time (that would be the building director's mea culpa). But, I also realize that schedules are schedules, and I understand that the doctor has other commitments. So, I get both sides of the story, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. We drove TWO and a HALF HOURS to get there. I want a diagnosis!
We ended up getting the name for an infectious disease specialist in our area (Annandale! Woop woop!), but then found out that I need to see not just any old infectious disease specialist (as if that isn't specialized enough), but a specific kind that actually believes there's a link between the Eppstein Barr virus and ME/CFS. In other words, after swearing never to drive back to MD again... I have to call and make another appointment with MD. And it took me two months to get the one I just barely missed!
*shakes it off*
Doctor #2:
Much less traumatic and much more mundane, my second appointment was with my orthopedic, Dr. Robert Redford.
(No, that's not his real name, but that's who he looks like, so that's now his fun code name. Really, I'm not into older guys, like not AT ALL, but my orthopedic is a very handsome older man. It's impossible to deny).
Basically, things looked good. I could see my bone regrowth and I'm allowed to wear shoes, plural, again, but only if they're sneakers or very stiff-soled. He made it very clear that I was not to wear "little slippers" (a.k.a. ballet flats, which basically make up my whole shoe wardrobe) until my foot was completely healed. Although he probably doesn't really support that footwear choice even then, but at that point it becomes my problem again. Besides, we're entering boot season, so that should allow ample time for my toesy to heal.
Doctor #3:
I loved this doctor, although I'm still a bit undecided on whether this is the best place for me to be. I went to her as an endocronologist/thyroid specialist, but she's an internist as well, so who knows? Maybe she could be my full-time doc? Too soon to tell. But she checks email, is easy to get in touch with, and she actually listens and spends time with me. She looked at all my charts and gave me some things to try while we wait for other tests to come back. I'm now taking a probiotic with lunch or dinner every day, and though I've only done it twice, it seems to help with my GI issues. I'm also on some anti-thyroid drugs... I'm taking half a pill at night until about Wednesday, when I can start taking a full pill every night. It'll be a couple of weeks until we know if that actually helps. We're trying that because the beginning of my ME/CFS problems began with a bad bout of acute thyroiditis. I think I had mild issues before, but that thyroiditis really took things up a notch. So, Dr. Goodbar (again, made up) and I hypothesized that the disease could have knocked things out of whack hormonally, and so it couldn't hurt to just test and see if adjusting the thyroid hormones made a difference in my symptoms. So, I'm a bit of a guinea pig right now.
I haven't quite recovered from this week's ridiculousness, but I'm getting there. By Friday, I was sick again; and by Saturday, I was both sick and experiencing a lot of dizziness, which I suspect might be from the new anti-thyroid drugs. I don't mind waiting out the new symptoms, but I do wish I had planned it a little better. I had to miss my 5-year high school reunion and, psuedo-masochistic reasonings unknown, I was really looking forward to going to that. I've lost touch with so many people from my lack of energy for keeping in touch, and it's recently become really important to me to undo some of the damage I've done. Some friends just won't understand why my life is how it is right now, and I'm coming to terms with that, but I've discovered that most people, if given a chance, will pleasantly surprise me. I am lucky to have been blessed with good friends... I just wish more of them lived nearer to me!
Well, this post has become rather long. Thanks for reading, and I hope that life brings you joy in all its many forms. Ciao~
Doctor # 1:
Last Wednesday, I was scheduled to see an Infectious Disease specialist in MD. He was supposed to be able to tell whether my Eppstein Barr levels point to chronic mono, and whether that means he could diagnose me with chronic fatigue syndrome/ME. I had typed out four pages of medical information on me-- what drugs I take and in what doses, my health history, and my symptoms in order of severity, among other stuff. I had even printed out a copy of the Canadian handbook for diagnosing ME/CFS, since it's just way better than the CDC's. I was ready man. Next stop: diagnosis!
Only, my mom and I didn't quite realize how much time it would take to get to the next stop when driving through Washington, DC AND Baltimore rush-hour traffic. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh. It was not pretty.
Then there was the fun phone mix-up. When I realized we were going to be late, I called to tell the doctor's office, in case they told me to turn around, that they couldn't see us today. Some apathetic lady said she'd pass on the message. An hour later, as we were literally exiting onto the road that the clinic was on, another lady called me and said, "Excuse me, miss? This is Doctor Hudgen's office. We've never heard of you, but we got a message that you're going to be late for an appointment?..."
AWESOME.
So I made a few more calls, managed to get in touch with the RIGHT office this time, and told a snarky lady we'll call Dede what happened and how we were pulling in right now. She says ok, hangs up, then immediately calls me back (?) to tell me that the doctor can't see me anymore.
I'm going to back up here. I get it. I know we're late. I know it's not totally our fault we're late, and it's definitely not our fault that we didn't contact the office in time (that would be the building director's mea culpa). But, I also realize that schedules are schedules, and I understand that the doctor has other commitments. So, I get both sides of the story, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating. We drove TWO and a HALF HOURS to get there. I want a diagnosis!
We ended up getting the name for an infectious disease specialist in our area (Annandale! Woop woop!), but then found out that I need to see not just any old infectious disease specialist (as if that isn't specialized enough), but a specific kind that actually believes there's a link between the Eppstein Barr virus and ME/CFS. In other words, after swearing never to drive back to MD again... I have to call and make another appointment with MD. And it took me two months to get the one I just barely missed!
*shakes it off*
Doctor #2:
Much less traumatic and much more mundane, my second appointment was with my orthopedic, Dr. Robert Redford.
(No, that's not his real name, but that's who he looks like, so that's now his fun code name. Really, I'm not into older guys, like not AT ALL, but my orthopedic is a very handsome older man. It's impossible to deny).
Basically, things looked good. I could see my bone regrowth and I'm allowed to wear shoes, plural, again, but only if they're sneakers or very stiff-soled. He made it very clear that I was not to wear "little slippers" (a.k.a. ballet flats, which basically make up my whole shoe wardrobe) until my foot was completely healed. Although he probably doesn't really support that footwear choice even then, but at that point it becomes my problem again. Besides, we're entering boot season, so that should allow ample time for my toesy to heal.
Doctor #3:
I loved this doctor, although I'm still a bit undecided on whether this is the best place for me to be. I went to her as an endocronologist/thyroid specialist, but she's an internist as well, so who knows? Maybe she could be my full-time doc? Too soon to tell. But she checks email, is easy to get in touch with, and she actually listens and spends time with me. She looked at all my charts and gave me some things to try while we wait for other tests to come back. I'm now taking a probiotic with lunch or dinner every day, and though I've only done it twice, it seems to help with my GI issues. I'm also on some anti-thyroid drugs... I'm taking half a pill at night until about Wednesday, when I can start taking a full pill every night. It'll be a couple of weeks until we know if that actually helps. We're trying that because the beginning of my ME/CFS problems began with a bad bout of acute thyroiditis. I think I had mild issues before, but that thyroiditis really took things up a notch. So, Dr. Goodbar (again, made up) and I hypothesized that the disease could have knocked things out of whack hormonally, and so it couldn't hurt to just test and see if adjusting the thyroid hormones made a difference in my symptoms. So, I'm a bit of a guinea pig right now.
I haven't quite recovered from this week's ridiculousness, but I'm getting there. By Friday, I was sick again; and by Saturday, I was both sick and experiencing a lot of dizziness, which I suspect might be from the new anti-thyroid drugs. I don't mind waiting out the new symptoms, but I do wish I had planned it a little better. I had to miss my 5-year high school reunion and, psuedo-masochistic reasonings unknown, I was really looking forward to going to that. I've lost touch with so many people from my lack of energy for keeping in touch, and it's recently become really important to me to undo some of the damage I've done. Some friends just won't understand why my life is how it is right now, and I'm coming to terms with that, but I've discovered that most people, if given a chance, will pleasantly surprise me. I am lucky to have been blessed with good friends... I just wish more of them lived nearer to me!
Well, this post has become rather long. Thanks for reading, and I hope that life brings you joy in all its many forms. Ciao~
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Some interesting CFS news, stolen from another blogger ;-)
Virus Linked to Chronic Fatigue Syndrome
Hmm. I wonder if you can ask to be tested for this retrovirus in your everyday LAbcorp? I'm headed there on Monday for my final round of lupus testing (though I'm pretty sure it will be negative-- I'm like 90% convinved I have CFIDS and my doctors are just being really thorough).
They also suggest antiviral drugs as treatment, similar to what HIV-patients would take. I'm an English-major, so excuse me for any gaps in the science, but it sounds like an interesting proposition. Think they'll have them out in time for me to go back for Wake's spring semester? *fingers crossed*
Hmm. I wonder if you can ask to be tested for this retrovirus in your everyday LAbcorp? I'm headed there on Monday for my final round of lupus testing (though I'm pretty sure it will be negative-- I'm like 90% convinved I have CFIDS and my doctors are just being really thorough).
They also suggest antiviral drugs as treatment, similar to what HIV-patients would take. I'm an English-major, so excuse me for any gaps in the science, but it sounds like an interesting proposition. Think they'll have them out in time for me to go back for Wake's spring semester? *fingers crossed*
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Bye Bye Bottoms! From Knee-Length to No-Length, Tracking a Century of Shrinking Hemlines
I haven't mentioned this yet, but, for the currently non-existent readers who don't know me, I love fashion. And I also love posts that make fun of fashion. Like this one. And the one that I'll be posting right after this one. Enjoy :)
Bye Bye Bottoms! From Knee-Length to No-Length, Tracking a Century of Shrinking Hemlines
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Bye Bye Bottoms! From Knee-Length to No-Length, Tracking a Century of Shrinking Hemlines
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Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Almost forgot! Obama-rific!
Oh my gosh! I almost forgot-- one more thing! I saw a commercial for this today and I need to share this with the world:
https://www.chiaobama.com/flare/next
YES WE CAN... grow green hair! Ca-lassic.
~Robyn
https://www.chiaobama.com/flare/next
YES WE CAN... grow green hair! Ca-lassic.
~Robyn
Sophomore slump...?
...is what I've decided to call the feeling after the first blog post when you think, "Um, ok, so I set the thing up and introduced it. I'm not sure I have as many thoughts as I thought I did."
I'm going to try hard not to let this blog become a big whine-fest, especially since I have yet to find some other sufferers to commiserate with. But the thing is, even if I find them, I don't really want to commiserate, per se... I guess I just want to talk to someone who knows how I'm feeling. I find myself being resentful of a lot of people when, trying to help, they encourage me to do something that I don't feel well enough to do. I know they're trying to be supportive, but for some reason, it doesn't feel that way to me. It feels more like, "Hey, I bet you're faking" or "Stop being lazy and go do something." So, I haven't really worked through that yet.
Oh, but I am becoming quite educated! I now own three books on the subject, which I think illustrates one way in which I am related to my father, who, as my mother once said, "never met a self-help book that he didn't like" (and then apply to EVERYTHING for a month or so... yeah that last comment is me. But don't get me wrong. I love my dad).
Anyway, so I bought these books: Living Well with Autoimmune Disease by Mary J. Shomon, Life Disrupted: Getting Real About Chronic Illness in Your Twenties and Thirties by Laurie Edwards, and (my favorite title), Women, Work, and Autoimmune Disease: Keep Working, Girlfriend! by Rosalind Joffe and Joan Friedlander. Since I'm only halfway through the first one, I'll wait to tell you what I think of them, but that's what I'm reading right now. Until Confessions of a Shopaholic or the November issue of Lucky comes, that is*.
But before I did my part to keep Amazon.com in business, I read (most of) this book I found in the library at Wake Forest when I was there visiting my boyfriend, Christian. It was called The Chronic Illness Experience: Embracing the Imperfect Life by Cheri Register. While in retrospect, this book isn't exactly the attitude I want to mirror, I really appreciated the commiseration in book form. The author suggests that coming to terms with chronic illness is a bit like grieving a lost part of yourself, and that we tend to go through the stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. Not necessarily in that order. So far, I've done denial (thus having left school three times instead of once... because I went back when I was still sick, you know), definitely done anger, done depression (though that's hard since it's part of my diagnosis so I'm not sure if that counts), and I think I may be both bargaining and working my way into acceptance. I hope anyways.
Anyway, the reason I bring Ms. Register's book up is that she too mentioned her problem with the simple greeting, "How are you?" and I wanted to show you her explanation because I think she really verbalized my own sometimes over-the-top annoyance with the social nicety:
The standard greeting, "How are you?" is a usually innocuous social ritual. It does not call for a recitation of horrors, but only for assurance that all is well enough for conversation to proceed. But when the answer is not, in truth, the formulaic "fine," the question becomes an awkward reminder of our culture's ambivalence about illness: Where do you draw the boundary between a collective concern for each other's health and respect for an individual's privacy? How much do others need or want to know? How much do you need or want to tell? Keeping these claims in balance is a matter of etiquette that is also fraught with emotion. Invisible chronic illness can turn this seemingly trivial greeting into a fearsome moment of decision, and there are no clear rules to follow. What a relief it would be to know that all of us, healthy and sick, had similar intentions and expectations, so that no one had to feel either affronted or embarrassed.
Nearly everyone I interviewed expressed discomfort or even annoyance with the "How are you?" greeting. In good times, conversational habits are hardly a major issue, and most of us adhere to the forms. Yet when serious illness is an immediate worry, the question can seem coldly dishonest. It tantalizes you with an opportunity to reveal your suffering, yet reminds you that physical complaints are not suitable for polite conversation. Instead of answering the question with painful truths, most of us give in to custom. There is a more pointed variant, however, that seems to call for an honest response: "How aaaaare you?" or "How are you feeling?" People who know you have been sick imbue the question with meaning by rephrasing it this way. Their concern about your health is so evident that you may even feel obliged to answer correctly: ''Both legs are numb and I've had double vision for two weeks, but now I'm starting on steroids." If these details have been weighing on
your mind, ''How are you feeling?" can be a welcome invitation to share the burden. On the other hand, it can feel like an invasion of privacy. Your illness becomes the topic of conversation whether you want it to be or not.
Choosing an answer means assessing, very quickly, your state of health and the benefits and hazards of revealing it, as well as the likely intentions of the person asking the question: Do they sincerely want to know or are they just showing concern? Few of the people I talked with had come up with satisfying answers.
The "How are you?" greeting is especially troublesome for the chronically ill because it presumes the possibility of improvement. At worst, it sounds like a test of achievement: "Haven't you managed to shake this thing yet?" At best, its frequent reiteration
shows how difficult it is for people to understand chronicity, that this illness will never be over but is, in fact, a constant feature of your life. To let her acquaintances know how tiresome the question was getting during one long flare-up, Gloria Murphy wore a T-shirt that said, "Just fine, thanks." Delores Garlid has a quick but firm way of responding to people who do not understand the nature of multiple sclerosis. It draws an important distinction between her physical health and her general state of being:
Before they knew about the disablement, they never asked, "Well, how are you today?" I kind of bite my tongue. These aren't people that I am around socially. I don't spend the time with them that it would take to sit down and explain. So I try to be honest with them. "The disability is the same as it was yesterday, but I'm fine, thank you."
Advice for loved ones:
If acquaintances, who are governed by etiquette, are to become friends, who are motivated by empathy, then they need to internalize the basic rules of behavior toward people who are chronically ill: Respect the right to privacy, without turning it into a stigmatizing isolation. Allow opportunities for candor without imposing an obligation to tell all. Acknowledge suffering where you see it, without the delusion that you can ease it. Affirm the right to take responsibility, even if you disagree with the choices made. Realize that the goal of your involvement is to help restore a sense of normalcy, which sometimes means ignoring the illness altogether. Often the most welcome help is diversion: an absorbing book or audiotape, a scenic drive, or a lively conversation about anything but illness.
Anyway, that's all I've got for today, except to I guess tell you how I am (haha, get it, because of the questi-... ok yeah I'm done). I feel fluish lately, I'm sleeping too much and I feel like a narcopleptic during the day. Today on my way home I really thought, I should NOT be driving like this. I was just so sleepy and dizzy. Also, my head hurts, and my hand joints, feeling ignored I'm sure, have decided to speak up and complain too. Metaphorically, I mean. They don't like literally make noise, like creaking or anything. That'd be weird.
I hope you all are doing better than I am, and thanks for committing to the reading. :) I'm going to try to sleep now!
*For the record, I used to read real books. I swear. I was an English major. But I'm in a real-book-reading slump. I have an Ayn Rand book under my bed that I used to squish a spider a month ago and still haven't retrieved. I also just remembered that the loaner of said Ayn Rand book reads this blog so I think I will dive under there and fish that out now...
I'm going to try hard not to let this blog become a big whine-fest, especially since I have yet to find some other sufferers to commiserate with. But the thing is, even if I find them, I don't really want to commiserate, per se... I guess I just want to talk to someone who knows how I'm feeling. I find myself being resentful of a lot of people when, trying to help, they encourage me to do something that I don't feel well enough to do. I know they're trying to be supportive, but for some reason, it doesn't feel that way to me. It feels more like, "Hey, I bet you're faking" or "Stop being lazy and go do something." So, I haven't really worked through that yet.
Oh, but I am becoming quite educated! I now own three books on the subject, which I think illustrates one way in which I am related to my father, who, as my mother once said, "never met a self-help book that he didn't like" (and then apply to EVERYTHING for a month or so... yeah that last comment is me. But don't get me wrong. I love my dad).
Anyway, so I bought these books: Living Well with Autoimmune Disease by Mary J. Shomon, Life Disrupted: Getting Real About Chronic Illness in Your Twenties and Thirties by Laurie Edwards, and (my favorite title), Women, Work, and Autoimmune Disease: Keep Working, Girlfriend! by Rosalind Joffe and Joan Friedlander. Since I'm only halfway through the first one, I'll wait to tell you what I think of them, but that's what I'm reading right now. Until Confessions of a Shopaholic or the November issue of Lucky comes, that is*.
But before I did my part to keep Amazon.com in business, I read (most of) this book I found in the library at Wake Forest when I was there visiting my boyfriend, Christian. It was called The Chronic Illness Experience: Embracing the Imperfect Life by Cheri Register. While in retrospect, this book isn't exactly the attitude I want to mirror, I really appreciated the commiseration in book form. The author suggests that coming to terms with chronic illness is a bit like grieving a lost part of yourself, and that we tend to go through the stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. Not necessarily in that order. So far, I've done denial (thus having left school three times instead of once... because I went back when I was still sick, you know), definitely done anger, done depression (though that's hard since it's part of my diagnosis so I'm not sure if that counts), and I think I may be both bargaining and working my way into acceptance. I hope anyways.
Anyway, the reason I bring Ms. Register's book up is that she too mentioned her problem with the simple greeting, "How are you?" and I wanted to show you her explanation because I think she really verbalized my own sometimes over-the-top annoyance with the social nicety:
The standard greeting, "How are you?" is a usually innocuous social ritual. It does not call for a recitation of horrors, but only for assurance that all is well enough for conversation to proceed. But when the answer is not, in truth, the formulaic "fine," the question becomes an awkward reminder of our culture's ambivalence about illness: Where do you draw the boundary between a collective concern for each other's health and respect for an individual's privacy? How much do others need or want to know? How much do you need or want to tell? Keeping these claims in balance is a matter of etiquette that is also fraught with emotion. Invisible chronic illness can turn this seemingly trivial greeting into a fearsome moment of decision, and there are no clear rules to follow. What a relief it would be to know that all of us, healthy and sick, had similar intentions and expectations, so that no one had to feel either affronted or embarrassed.
Nearly everyone I interviewed expressed discomfort or even annoyance with the "How are you?" greeting. In good times, conversational habits are hardly a major issue, and most of us adhere to the forms. Yet when serious illness is an immediate worry, the question can seem coldly dishonest. It tantalizes you with an opportunity to reveal your suffering, yet reminds you that physical complaints are not suitable for polite conversation. Instead of answering the question with painful truths, most of us give in to custom. There is a more pointed variant, however, that seems to call for an honest response: "How aaaaare you?" or "How are you feeling?" People who know you have been sick imbue the question with meaning by rephrasing it this way. Their concern about your health is so evident that you may even feel obliged to answer correctly: ''Both legs are numb and I've had double vision for two weeks, but now I'm starting on steroids." If these details have been weighing on
your mind, ''How are you feeling?" can be a welcome invitation to share the burden. On the other hand, it can feel like an invasion of privacy. Your illness becomes the topic of conversation whether you want it to be or not.
Choosing an answer means assessing, very quickly, your state of health and the benefits and hazards of revealing it, as well as the likely intentions of the person asking the question: Do they sincerely want to know or are they just showing concern? Few of the people I talked with had come up with satisfying answers.
The "How are you?" greeting is especially troublesome for the chronically ill because it presumes the possibility of improvement. At worst, it sounds like a test of achievement: "Haven't you managed to shake this thing yet?" At best, its frequent reiteration
shows how difficult it is for people to understand chronicity, that this illness will never be over but is, in fact, a constant feature of your life. To let her acquaintances know how tiresome the question was getting during one long flare-up, Gloria Murphy wore a T-shirt that said, "Just fine, thanks." Delores Garlid has a quick but firm way of responding to people who do not understand the nature of multiple sclerosis. It draws an important distinction between her physical health and her general state of being:
Before they knew about the disablement, they never asked, "Well, how are you today?" I kind of bite my tongue. These aren't people that I am around socially. I don't spend the time with them that it would take to sit down and explain. So I try to be honest with them. "The disability is the same as it was yesterday, but I'm fine, thank you."
Advice for loved ones:
If acquaintances, who are governed by etiquette, are to become friends, who are motivated by empathy, then they need to internalize the basic rules of behavior toward people who are chronically ill: Respect the right to privacy, without turning it into a stigmatizing isolation. Allow opportunities for candor without imposing an obligation to tell all. Acknowledge suffering where you see it, without the delusion that you can ease it. Affirm the right to take responsibility, even if you disagree with the choices made. Realize that the goal of your involvement is to help restore a sense of normalcy, which sometimes means ignoring the illness altogether. Often the most welcome help is diversion: an absorbing book or audiotape, a scenic drive, or a lively conversation about anything but illness.
Anyway, that's all I've got for today, except to I guess tell you how I am (haha, get it, because of the questi-... ok yeah I'm done). I feel fluish lately, I'm sleeping too much and I feel like a narcopleptic during the day. Today on my way home I really thought, I should NOT be driving like this. I was just so sleepy and dizzy. Also, my head hurts, and my hand joints, feeling ignored I'm sure, have decided to speak up and complain too. Metaphorically, I mean. They don't like literally make noise, like creaking or anything. That'd be weird.
I hope you all are doing better than I am, and thanks for committing to the reading. :) I'm going to try to sleep now!
*For the record, I used to read real books. I swear. I was an English major. But I'm in a real-book-reading slump. I have an Ayn Rand book under my bed that I used to squish a spider a month ago and still haven't retrieved. I also just remembered that the loaner of said Ayn Rand book reads this blog so I think I will dive under there and fish that out now...
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
SWF seeking others... did I mention the "S" stands for suffering?
Okay, excuse my dumb wordplay, but welcome to my blog! I'm a 23-year-old female suffering from what I am pretty sure is chronic fatigue syndrome with an immunity disorder component. For those of you who are still reading, that basically means I'm sick... All. The. Time. I just feel like I have the flu almost every day, with some good days in between. I'm still seeing doctors to rule out the other medical options, but as I've been at this for two and a half years now, I feel like I need to try to move on... in case there really isn't a treatment for me.
I've had trouble finding other 20-somethings who are dealing with CFIDS and, following the footsteps of one other blogger, I thought I'd start a blog of my own to help deal with the specific issues that arise from having CFIDS at such a young age. I'll go into more detail later, but for now, welcome, and please use the comment section as much as you like-- let me know you're out there!
Hoping,
Robyn
I've had trouble finding other 20-somethings who are dealing with CFIDS and, following the footsteps of one other blogger, I thought I'd start a blog of my own to help deal with the specific issues that arise from having CFIDS at such a young age. I'll go into more detail later, but for now, welcome, and please use the comment section as much as you like-- let me know you're out there!
Hoping,
Robyn
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