5 Challenges and 5 Small Victories

The five most challenging things about writing about my illness… Hmm…

I’d have to say actually living through the stuff I talk about it pretty terrible. Some days, it’s not so bad. But then there are others I just look back on and I have no clue how I actually made it through that day (week/month/whatever).

It can be really hard to put how I feel into words too – physically and emotionally. The pains of dealing with conditions in the autoimmune arthritis family are just… I can’t even accurately describe it. And that’s the problem. I can say “whoa, did y’all see that Mac truck?” but very few people living know what that feels like, and to be honest I’m not one of them. I, thankfully, have never been run over by a semi. I guess though a good thing about me dealing with Still’s for so long is that I’ve had a long time with an interesting imagination to come up with ways to describe things. Apparently, from what I hear from you guys, they’re pretty accurate sometimes so that’s cool.

I hate not being able to walk around. Part of it is the actual deal of hating hobbling around like a fat mama penguin full of fish coming to relieve the daddy penguins after the harsh Antarctic winter. Part of it is feeling like the damn tin woman. I have a heart, I really don’t need to follow the yellow brick road to get one (why are the bricks yellow anyway??). But part of it too is how people look at and treat me when that happens. I look ‘normal’ for the most part, so if I use a scooter in the store I’m a jerk. If I lean on a cart, I’m a weirdo. If I use a cane, I’m automatically a cripple – and probably because of my weight right?

But you know, I’ve dealt with this affecting my legs for eighteen and a half years now. Shit, it’s been that long? Ugh. Anyway, like I was saying, I’m used to that-ish? I’m not used to it affecting my back and my hands and making it nearly impossible for me to do things that I would normally do, regardless of how my legs feel. Typing isn’t going to work today? Okay, so then not only can I not work but I can’t blog and can’t be all social media-y like normal. Let’s not even talk about going to the bathroom when nothing on your body wants to move and grip. LAME.

And then there’s the emotional side effects. The kinds of things that make me a good blogger make me really, really awkward a lot of the rest of the time. I don’t spend as much time with my friends, because they all want to go out clubbing or to restaurants I can’t eat anything in because of gluten. Or, you know, maybe physically I just can’t really do anything that day. That’s hard to deal with, but even harder to share with some people. I don’t want to be the killjoy. I feel like no one understands me sometimes, even with an amazingly patient boyfriend and so many ill friends who clearly understand. There’s an element of loneliness and despair to being ill that cannot be explained unless you’ve lived it.

BUT! There are good things too!

I’ve made so many friends through being ill. We live in a lot of different places, so even without our conditions getting together isn’t a real possibility for now for most people. But we get together for a few minutes everyday to share our lives with one another. And when I do feel like no one understands, I am reminded that they do – and that so many people have it worse than me.

I’ve talked in the past about Jordan, the daughter of one of my friends. On tough days for me, she posts something online or her mom will and it just reminds me of why I blog. I remember being that little girl, back when the internet wasn’t really a good research tool for autoimmune arthritis and talking with people you didn’t know in real life was a huge no-no. I remember feeling so lonely, because no one understood and no one knew what I was going through. I don’t want that for Jordan, and thankfully she won’t have that. She is just one of the kids facing arthritis that helps keep me going when I’m tired and just want to give up on raising awareness. Even if I don’t feel like I’m worth a cure sometimes, SHE is.

Those days when I can go bowling with family, deep clean the apartment, or open a jar unaided – those kinds of things are amazing.

Working on projects like the upcoming World Autoimmune Arthritis Day presentation I’m doing gets me reading and researching, and those kinds of things really help me to grow emotionally. I definitely need it.

I think the best kinds of victories though are when I can do normal people things with my boyfriend. Those little glimpses into a normal life are things that I live for, and I wouldn’t want to share them with anyone else but him 🙂

RA News

It’s been a while since I shared news stories, so have some!

In the UK, it takes over 3 GP visits for RA to be diagnosed. Compared to the months and months most of us struggle, it seems kind of silly, but it’s still too long. And Brits know that.

In Europe, more work with stem cells is being done. Right now, a Cx611 drug is in testing.

There is a low quality of care for RA patients (DUH) and there is some question as to whether the Affordable Care Act will help or hurt that.

Could bacteria in your mouth be making your RA worse? It’s a possibility.

I thought this was cool: 11 Burning Questions with a student living with arthritis. BTW systemic onset JRA is Still’s Disease.

Can you imagine living in the wilderness for a year? Apparently she can – and did. Yikes.

Sarilumab, another IL-6R drug, is going through phase 3 treatments right now. It’ll be interesting to see how it works.

More talk of alcohol limiting RA pain. Gee, something that has been used as anesthesic for years might help pain? No way! 🙂

Health Mascot

As I write this (16 days early I might add), I’m a pretty good mascot myself.

It’s Easter today. Yesterday, the boyfriend’s wonderful family and I went bowling and out for lunch as our holiday get-together. I wasn’t able to go to Thanksgiving or Christmas because of work, and I’m really happy things worked out this time so that I was able to join in on the fun.

I felt amazing yesterday. I bowled well, and enjoyed the good vibes around the family. Last night, my left hip started hurting a little bit. Today, I can barely walk. Between pulled muscles and aching joints, I’m shuffling like a chubby penguin.

The only thing really missing is a lot of swelling in my hip… But it’s being made up for with my new normal combo of wrists, fingers, knees, and ankles.

If me shuffling around isn’t enough mascotting, I don’t know what is!

Your choice: All About WAAD

Hey you guys! What are you doing on May 20th? Wanna know what you should be doing? Okay!

May 20th is the first ever World Autoimmune Arthritis Day hosted by the International Autoimmune Arthritis Movement (IAAM). The 47 hour-long event – long enough to cover May 20th in every time zone! – is a free convention on the internets presenting wonderful information on living and coping with all types of autoimmune arthritis.

Autoimmune arthritis, a term developed by IAAM and a team of rheumatologists, is defined as any of the following diseases: Rheumatoid Arthritis, Psoriatic Arthritis, Ankylosing Spondylitis, Sjorgen’s Syndrome, Systemic Lupus Erythematosis, Still’s Disease, Juvenile Arthritis, and both Mixed and Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Diseases. The criteria for being labeled as autoimmune arthritis can be found at the link above.

So please check out WAAD. There will be live presentations and chats, as well as downloadable presentations. Yours truly is currently working on her downloadable presentation on Making the Most of Your Healthy Time. It’s going to be amazing!

I won’t be able to participate as much as I would like, as I’ll be trying to become best friends with the producers of Jeopardy so that I can go to LA. Oooh, life is tough sometimes 🙂

Please, please check this out! You won’t be sorry you did!

Note: If you’re interested in learning more about IAAM, you can find more information at the link above or feel free to contact me. It’s one of the wonderful organizations that I volunteer with, and I’ve met so many amazing people there who are really working hard for awareness. It’s one of the best things I ever did to become involved with them.

All Out of Spoons: A Parody

Watch me sing and play this on my ukulele!
Enjoy!

I’m lying alone with my head on the bed,
Thinking of how much I hurt
I know you hurt too. What else can we do?
Tormented and torn apart.

I wish I could carry a bag full of spoons
For times when my energy’s low.
Stealing the spoons that tomorrow would bring
For today, it’s just such a new low.

I’m all out of spoons. I’m so lost without you.
Don’t think that it’s right, you leaving me so long.
I’m all out of spoons. What am I without you?
Already too late to know moving was so wrong.

I want someone to carry me home
And away from this awful pain.
I’m reaching it’s true, but we all feel it too.
This feeling the day is night.

But what would you say if I gave you some spoons
To get you through your day?
There’s no easy way.
It gets harder every day.
Don’t use your spoons ’til they’re gone!

I’m all out of spoons. I’m so lost without you.
Don’t think that it’s right, you leaving me so long.
I’m all out of spoons. What am I without you?
Already too late to know moving was so wrong.

Oh I need another cup of
Joe! I need another cup of
I need another cup of
Another cup of Joe!

I’m all out of spoons. I’m so lost without you.
Don’t think that it’s right, you leaving me so long.
I’m all out of spoons. What am I without you?
Already too late to know moving was so wrong.

I’m all out of spoons. I’m so lost without you.
Don’t think that it’s right, you leaving me so long.
I’m all out of spoons. What am I without you?
Already too late to know moving was so wrong.

I’m all out of spoons. I’m so lost without you.
Don’t think that it’s right, you leaving me so long.
I’m all out of spoons. What am I without you?
Already too late to know moving was so wrong.

Health Mad Lib Poem

Taken from: http://languageisavirus.com/cgi-bin/madlibs.pl

painful cow’s painful cow

painfully i have never running, carefully beyond
any ankle, your wrists have their swollen:
in your most tender knees are things which shooting me,
or which i cannot swimming because they are too slowly

your red look quickly will unpumping me
though i have calling myself as ankles,
you eating always shins by shins myself as bike crying
(cursinging patiently, quietly) her itchy treadmill

or if your book be to flying me, i and
my doctor will swelling very easily, readily,
as when the pie of this ankle hurting
the music loudly everywhere smilinging;

nothing which we are to mooing in this neck watching
the joints of your cold fluid: whose pants
listening me with the feet of its toes,
talkinging fingers and margarita with each singinging

(i do not dancing what it is about you that rapping
and writing; only something in me blogging
the sangria of your wrists is calm than all bike)
stars, not even the shoulders, has such warm back

– Kirsten & e.e. cummings

Create Your Own Madlib on LanguageIsAVirus.com

Miracle Cure (A Dream)

Note: No. There isn’t one, and this isn’t real. Sadly, it’s just a dream for now. But this is what my cure is in my mind  🙂

Attention attention!

There is a miracle cure for autoimmune arthritis! All you have to do is drink a very large margarita every day.

Doctors aren’t sure why they missed this. The medications traditionally used for all types of autoimmune arthritis, including Still’s Disease and Rheumatoid Arthritis, put a limit on the alcohol intake due to negative effects on the liver and other organs.

A few months ago, news that alcohol helped to inhibit the activity of these diseases for some prompted a new study. The study, conducted in a secret location long rumored to be along the coasts of Mexico, forced people affected with many different kinds of autoimmune arthritis to give up their medications in order to participate.

The margaritas tend to be the most effective when iced and blended. The efficacy of the margarita can be stretched longer if need be, with other lesser alcoholic drinks substituted in the interim. Shots seemed to be most effective when several were taken in rapid succession. However, martinis and sangria seemed to be the most effective alternatives to margaritas.

It is unsure how this will affect children affected with these diseases. Currently, there is a study being conducted on the efficacy of alcohol baked into every day foods like chili and cupcakes on children. The initial results are very promising, with a number of children entering remission from just one alcohol infused meal a day. Some are worried that exposing their children to alcohol so early will have a negative effect. However, in many foods the alcohol cooks out only adding flavor and apparently the ingredients that help autoimmune arthritis calm down.

It is unknown for now how this will change disability claims for those on these diseases, however. It is kind of hard to work when you have to be plastered fairly often.

5 Dinner Guests

I always thought that when asked to pick 5 people, alive or dead, to join me for dinner that I would pick amazing or noble people – Cleopatra, Gandhi, The Dalai Lama, you know people of that nature. Now that my life is a little bit different from where I thought I would be at almost-24, I think my answers have really changed.

 

  • Lucille BallLucille Ball has always been one of my favorite people. As a child (and still today), laughter always helped me get through my pain. I Love Lucy reruns were a really big part of my childhood. It wasn’t until the last few years that I learned that she developed RA as a teenager. Her original dream was to become an amazing dancer. When RA hit, she had to learn how to walk all over again. Through her different shows, she incorporated dancing and was able to be very physical despite the progression of the disease. I admire her tenacity and her bravery. I would love to learn more about her resilience and how she was able to fight through the pain. Here are my three favorite quotes from the famous redhead:

 

“One of the things I learned the hard way was that it doesn’ t pay to get discouraged. Keeping busy and making optimism a way of life can restore your faith in yourself.”

“Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.”

“I’m not funny. What I am is brave”

  • RenoirI’m not much of an art person. The great artists I care about are Italian, and that’s why I love them… which is not entirely true because I love Middle Eastern art but not enough to tell you names. Renior, though, fought RA for a very long time. Towards the end of his life, he was bedridden and his hands were so deformed he couldn’t do what he loved most – paint. Eventually, he decided to bind his brushes to his hands and he learned to paint differently. I admire his fighting spirit most.
  • The Dalai LamaMy undergraduate degree is in religious studies, but I started out in chemistry. People who don’t know that much about me assume that I did it because of faith, seeing as how I’m also an ordained minister. They really don’t know me well though. My sophomore year, I took a survey class on Asian Religions. I mostly did it because I do yoga to help with my illness, and I have since I was about 12 or so. I wanted to learn more about Buddhism and about the roots of yoga. By the end of that class, not only had I changed my major but also my outlook on life. I would not say that I am a definite Buddhist or anything, but if I had to choose a religion that follows mostly what I believe, then Buddhism would be it.

    And the Dalai Lama has an amazing sense of humor. Seriously, the man watches Monty Python and laughs constantly.

    Here is one of my favorite DL quotes. I like it because there is so much truth to it, and you don’t need to be a believer or accept someone into your life for it to be true:

“If we were aware that we all contain love within us, and that we could foster and develop it, we would certainly give it far more attention than we do.”

  • Jon Stewart and Stephen ColbertThese men are two of the funniest and smartest in the world in my eyes. The boyfriend points out that they have writers, which is true. But even during the writer’s strike a few years ago, I love their shows. Hell, I think I might have loved the shows even more during that period because you got to see some jokes that flopped and some segments that didn’t work well. Even in failures, these guys are hilarious. Interviews on their shows aren’t like those on those other nightly interview shows on other networks. These two actually ask questions that are pertinent to the world, about things that actually matter. I think that Jon more so is known for this, but Stephen does it well during his parodies.

    And, I suppose, to be truthful I should share that I think they’re both super hot and I would probably lick, I dunno, caramel sauce off their faces or something… because that’s not creepy at all. But see, I think they’re hot not only because they’re both dashingly handsome but because of the things that they stand up for, because of the awareness they raise on issues, and because of their use of humor in doing it.

    And I might be kind of in love with Stephen, partially because this quote by him gives me strength:

    “Don’t be bitter. Everybody suffers. If you can accept your suffering then you will understand other people better. Be grateful for pain. Love life.”

I think it would kind of amazing to have all of these people in one room together. Four of them I know have amazing senses of humor, and they have all seen so much in their lives. I can’t even imagine what I would do seeing any of them in-person let alone having them to dinner. But I think it would be a wonderful time, and I think I could really learn a lot about all five of these wonderful people.

Open a Book

Choose a book, open to random page, point to a phrase & use it to start writing.

I took his hand and held it lightly. He was careful not to put too much pressure on my swollen joints. “I still don’t know how I’m going to face them, Kyle.”
-Page 180, Did You Hear About Amber? by Cherie Bennett

It is really hard to be sick, really hard. To be honest, some days I look back at and I don’t know how I made it through them – not just physically but emotionally too.

I was really surprised to find this book. It’s in a series called Surviving Sixteen – and it’s about a wonderful dancer who falls ill with JRA. Her friends desert her and her boyfriend leaves her. She fights so hard against the restraints her body puts on her, and it’s not until her dance team – the one she started – replaces her that things get worse. Dancing is her life.

It gets so bad that she attempts suicide, only to be rescued by the boy who becomes her new boyfriend.

To be completely honest, there have been a few times in the last few years where things were very dark for me. Having just broken through one of those periods in time, I can say that if I didn’t have the support of an awesome boyfriend I don’t think I would have made it. I don’t think that anyone knows how close I was to the edge, and I really don’t want them to. I’m just thankful I’m in a better place right now.

I think listening to Nicki Minaj probably doesn’t hurt 😉

Learned the Hard Way

At the beginning of my adult health journey, I honestly didn’t know that much about my illness. I had started to, as a result of this blog. But I wasn’t to the point that I could honestly say I understood the medications and how they were supposed to help me. I was content to let my doctors tell me what to do – after all, they have to know my body better than me with all their education and experience.

Which is absolutely the worst possible thing you could do.

Whenever I speak with someone who has been recently diagnosed with any form of autoimmune arthritis, my first suggestion is that they educate themselves as much as possible on their particular disease and the available treatments.

It’s not just because it’s a smart idea though.

My first rheumatologist was based in Milwaukee, not too far from where I was living when I started seeing her. Initially, she wanted to put me on Plaquenil. I made the right decision, and went home to research the medication. It wasn’t until I moved to Madison, about an hour and a half away, that I decided I would try the medication. I also got a referral to a rheumatologist in town so that I wouldn’t have to take time off school and work to do labs and go to appointments.

This next rheumatologist was less… understanding. Even the nursing staff and receptionist there were grumpy all the time. But most importantly, he wanted to be in control. He didn’t explain side effects to me and blew off my concerns. My personality is one where I don’t necessarily like to make waves, but even when I was calling in horrible pain I got no real answers.

When I was on MTX and was experiencing side effects, he lowered the dose and had me break the pills up during the course of the day. He didn’t recommend switching to the shots, which most doctors would have done based on the symptoms I was having. He would not give me anything but ibuprofen for pain. He wouldn’t tell me the plans for labs or anything. It got to the point where I was satisfied taking the medications and just not seeing him.

My wish came true close to a year after seeing him initially when my appointment was cancelled – an appointment that, because of my job and school life I had to take a whole day off work to make. There was really no care for the fact that my schedule was being messed with.

For me, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I couldn’t call the office and get an answer for anything within a week. I was constantly being passed around and being told incorrect things. On top of that, in getting my medical records I found out that he actually didn’t listen to a word I said. There were so many mistakes I can’t even go over them.

I learned the hard way that I needed to take control of my health and treatment. My new rheumatologist and I make decisions together now, including my upcoming switch from Humira to Enbrel. I wish that I had been able to put my foot down more.