The Happiness List

chalkboard-801266_640I refuse to make another New Year’s resolution.

I fail at resolutions worse than I do at speaking Spanish. In my 24 years of life, I’ve never accomplished a single goal that was set on January 1st. The 50 extra pounds are still there. I still drink wine and complain about my job(s). And no, I still haven’t finished that novel.

New Year’s resolutions make me feel like a failure, which in my opinion defeats the point of having one in the first place. We go into each new year with unrealistic expectations as to how much we can accomplish in 365 days. When we inevitably fail, we assume that means the goal is forever unattainable.

When you add RA or any other debilitating disease to the mix, New Year’s resolutions make you feel even crappier. You begin thinking that if you didn’t have that one flare, or if it had rained less during the year, then you’d be living the dream life right now. Nothing made me feel more hopeless than the idea that my RA was going to prevent me from finding that “thing” that would make me happier.

It’s been a rough few months for me. I’ve been feeling directionless and unmotivated, physically healthier yet no more successful than I was when I was flaring every day. Then by some unplanned glitch in the universe, I stumbled upon the Passion Planner (which you need in your life, just sayin’). In the first part of the planner, you’re asked to use mind maps to jot down all of your goals and dreams. Then you take those smaller goals and build them into your daily schedule.

This was harder than I thought it would be, but the payoff was worth it. I have a better idea of where I want to go in life and how to get there. Instead of broad and generalized goals like “lose 50 pounds” or “become a better writer,” my goals are broken up into multiple moving parts. Each step will bring me closer to accomplishing the bigger goal. No more faulty or generalized New Year’s resolutions.

I didn’t stop with the mind mapping though. I took the maps and put them into list form, that way I’ll have the pleasure of crossing things off as I do them. I don’t want to call it a “bucket list” because I don’t think that’s an accurate name. It’s not a list of things I need to do before I die. Instead, my list contains a bunch of things I want to do that will bring me closer to living the happiest life possible. It’s going to let me explore the things I’m passionate about with greater depth. They are all small things that are leading to the fulfillment of a larger dream. Even if I don’t get through the whole list, I’ll know that I took the steps to being a happier person. That’s a lot less daunting.

RA taught me that sometimes we need to take baby steps. Maybe it should have helped me to realize that the rest of my life works in the same way.

No one expects us to get out of bed in the middle of a flareup and run a marathon, so why do we pressure ourselves into accomplishing a hefty goal in a single year? Slow down, enjoy the journey. Moving slowly towards happiness is better than not moving at all. No one will judge you if your New Year’s resolution is to stop making more resolutions.

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I’m Living a Label

Not much has changed since the last time you guys heard from me. I’m still in remission and relatively pain-free except on rainy days.

I’ve been seeing lots of new doctors lately for reasons not caused by my autoimmune disease (thankfully and surprisingly). The questions always start out the same: what medical conditions do you have? What medications are you taking?

My response is usually, “I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, but I’ve been taken off my medication because I’m in remission and symptom-free.” Normally, that’s a good enough answer. Some doctors might ask me how long I’ve been in remission for, which I think is a valid question.

That wasn’t a good enough answer for the last specialist I saw. “You know, doctors give symptoms labels just for insurance purposes. If you really had arthritis, you’d be in pain all the time. There’s no such thing as remission for that disease,” she said. She said something similar about a more recent medical diagnosis that I’ve been given.

Huh?

Okay, I get it. You don’t want your patients to have self-fulfilled prophecies where they use the disease as an excuse for stuff. It does happen. But clearly lady, you don’t know me.

Personally, I think this is a dangerous game this “professional” is playing. For me, a diagnosis was a relief. I finally had a name for the suffering I’d been experiencing for quite a few years. In that sense, yes, I’m labeling.

But I’m labeling the condition. Not me. I don’t walk up to people and introduce myself like, “Oh hey! I’m Alyssa and I have RA.” Mostly because I’m an antisocial asshole and won’t walk up to you at all.

I also don’t think it’s fair for someone who isn’t personally experiencing what I’m feeling to tell me that my disease is not real or valid. Especially when said person is not a Rheumatologist. This woman hasn’t seen me at my worst, on the days where I was completely bedridden from the pain. I may not be suffering now, but my blood work has always said otherwise. There’s actually comfort in having a name for the monster you’re battling. It takes out the unknown that eats away at your psyche.

So, Lady-that-is-Having-Her-Credentials-Doubted-By-This-Person, I’m gonna stick with my labels, thank you very much. Until you can guarantee that I will never be sick or in pain ever again, or prove that I never had RA in the first place, I’m going to keep telling doctors that I have RA that’s lying dormant for the time being.


NatraCure Product Review, Part 2

If you missed Part 1, check it out here.

Natracure Plantar Fasciitis Wrap. $10.99. natracure.com

Natracure Plantar Fasciitis Wrap. $10.99. natracure.com

As I mentioned in the link above, I am a woman who wears many hats. Since I spend a majority of each day on my feet, I need tools that will help me remain as comfortable as possible. It’s been pretty difficult trying to accomplish this goal.

For the past few weeks I’ve been using NatraCure’s Plantar Fasciitis Wrap. This handy little wrap has a built in pad that sits under the arch of your foot. Up until now I’ve been using ace bandages to wrap my feet, which comes with its own set of problems. Ace bandages are bulky and hard to keep in place (especially when it’s so easy to lose those little clip thingys). The Plantar Fasciitis wrap fits comfortably in my sneaker without cutting off my circulation, while the velcro on the wrap makes it easier to put on and adjust when needed.

It took me a couple of tries before I could put the wrap on comfortably. I was having trouble aligning the cushion with my foot so that I couldn’t feel it when I walked. I find that I’m more comfortable when the wrap is put on over my socks, rather than against my skin. I had to adjust it a few times throughout the day, but eventually I got used to the feeling of the pad. And, obviously, this wrap isn’t discreet enough to wear with my summer attire, but that’s not a huge issue. While I would love for NatraCure to improve on the design and possibly make the wrap even thinner, this is my new favorite remedy for my terrible feet.

 


The Other Side of the Arthritis Battle: Jessica’s Story

With Mother’s Day a few weeks behind us, I can’t help but think about all of the ways my mother has been a vital support system in my battle against RA. An RA sufferer herself, she’s been a constant source of information and understanding when no one else seems to “get it.” If I didn’t have my mother to help me navigate through the pain, fatigue, and frustration, I’m not so sure I would have gotten to the place I’m at in my life so smoothly.

While I admire moms in general for their dedication to their children, I have a special place in my heart for those who have the added challenge of helping a child cope with disease or illness. Jessica is one of those moms. Jessica’s son, Waylon, was diagnosed with Systemic Juvenile Idiopathic Arthritis (SJIA) when he was just two years old. “We were out eating one Saturday night and when we stopped to get ice cream, I jumped him out of the car,” she recalls, “and rather than stand, he fell to the gravel. He wouldn’t put any weight on his left leg.” Jessica sought out answers, but it was over a month before the diagnosis came back as SJIA. “Those five weeks were excruciating. Knowing something is wrong with your child, but not knowing what it is or how to treat it, is a terrible feeling.”

According to the Arthritis Foundation, SJIA affects approximately 10 percent of the 294,000 children in the

Jessica and her family

Jessica and her family

United States suffering from juvenile idiopathic arthritis or related conditions. Unfortunately, it is also the hardest type of juvenile arthritis to treat and often the most destructive, affecting vital internal organs like the heart, lungs, and lymph nodes.

Waylon’s initial treatment involved steroids and Naproxen, which helped him to begin feeling a little better. Jessica had never heard of SJIA before Waylon’s diagnosis, but she was fortunate enough to have a wealth of medical knowledge at her fingertips. “We had a fantastic team of professionals at Cardinal Glennon Children’s Hospital, as well as Dr. Bhargav Kanani, Waylon’s Pediatrician, and my co-workers at Perry County Memorial Hospital. We were surrounded with a very strong medical support system.” All medical diagnoses come with their share of emotional burdens, but since I don’t have children of my own, I personally couldn’t imagine how difficult having a child diagnosed with SJIA could be. “The biggest hurdle was watching Waylon in pain and knowing there was nothing I could do about it,” Jessica admitted. “We were already giving him Naproxen and Tylenol and using heating pads on him and he still hurt. We tried essential oils. I was willing to try anything to help him.”

Waylon’s daily routine began to resemble one that most RA sufferers know all too well. This routine involved taking medicines twice a day, eventually becoming a daily injection. Jessica and her family did whatever they could to keep him comfortable, but Waylon could never be more active than he needed to be in order to get through the day. He managed school and his scheduled activities, but didn’t move any more than he absolutely had to.

Fortunately, after some adjustments and a sampling of different medications, Waylon’s doctors finally found the right formula for him. Now his only medication is an Actemra infusion that he receives once every 8 weeks. After eight years of treatment, 10 year-old Waylon has a routine that looks similar to those of his classmates. He has been able to participate in a variety of extracurricular activities, including Tae Kwon Do, soccer, basketball, and running. And he’s been pretty much flare-free for seven years.

Those of us with autoimmune diseases often try to find hobbies that accommodate our limitations, but Jessica says that she’s never had to look for “SJIA- friendly” activities for her son. “Waylon knows that whether it be in a sport or PE in school, if an activity starts to hurt a joint to stop doing it. His teachers and coaches know this, too. He has not had to stop an activity yet!”

SJIA, like RA, is an invisible illness. People are often shocked when they discover that Waylon has arthritis. “They don’t realize that kids can get arthritis.” In a final interview question for Jessica, I asked her if she was doing anything specific to spread awareness for her son’s disease. “I don’t know that I would be so formal as to say that I am helping spread awareness for SJIA, but I am always willing to talk to people about our experience, to share what has worked for us, what we have tried, etc. I have become a part of Genentech’s InspiRAtional Moms. I have also given my business cards to Waylon’s rheumatologist and asked him to pass them on to parents of other kids who have SJIA.”

Jessica, like the countless other moms with children suffering from serious diseases, is an example of how a challenging moment can be turned into a source of inspiration and strength. Arthritis is not an easy thing to live with, both as the sufferer and as a close relative to someone who has it. I understand Waylon’s pain all too well, but I don’t doubt that he’ll look back on his experience with juvenile arthritis one day and realize how lucky he is to have a mom who’s willing to give him as much of a pain-free life as possible.

For more information and tips for supporting a child with SJIA, visit www.sjiainfo.com.


D is for Disabled

This week I’m going to step back from my role as the voice of this blog. My goal as a writer has always been to inform, inspire, and to give others a chance to tell their stories. So this week, blogger and Fibro warrior Tammie Birdwell will be your voice. I met Tammie through my husband and have been corresponding with her for a few weeks. Even though she has Fibromyalgia and not RA, I asked her to write a post for me because we share the common bond of the autoimmune disease. While I am fortunate enough to not be totally disabled, I understand all too well the struggle she describes below. So now, I’m going to pass the mic to her. I hope you enjoy her entry as much as I did.

 

I have been remiss in my writing lately.  I attend school and it has been really tough lately.  I keep telling myself it’s because the classes are more difficult (which is true) but I also know that my thinking and logic are pretty broken.  For the new people reading this; know that I write from my Fibromyalgia brain.  The sentences might run on, or not.  I may use the wrong word or seem really random.  I write for folks with Fibro so I write FOR them by not trying to have perfect structure or grammar. I type what is in my brain and that seems to work.  I want to reach a large audience and I know how difficult it is for me to read long paragraphs. I very much want to get the the point, eventually.

Today I am talking about flare ups and disability.  <— there, a thesis.  Yes, I also try for the occasional giggle.

I am writing this today for two audiences.  I am teaming up with Alyssa Pierce, a new friend that has RA.  Fibro warriors have a lot in common with people that have RA.  Hell, we have a lot in common with anyone who is in pain all the time.  No one else can understand and for that I am glad, I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.

Now, I also like to keep my paragraphs short and to the point, this is a Fibro thing.  So once again, structure suffers a little bit, but I want everyone who reads this to find it easy and informative read.  I wanted to start this post with some information about Fibromyalgia flares.  I know that warriors with RA also flare up.  What I don’t know is if it is like our flare ups, or if it is different.

See, last week I was having a huge flare.  I was miserable and I couldn’t think in a sentence, let alone speak in sentences.  That one is what I call my thinking flare, it is usually accompanied by some burning on my skin and a feeling like my hair is growing.

I have another flare up and this is the one I call my physical flare.  This is what I am suffering right now, since yesterday.  It took me several tries to get out of bed.  My hands feel like they are going to blow up at any second.  My head feels the same, my vision is blurry, and I am working up the energy to take a badly needed shower because, yes, I put them off because they make me so tired.

It sucks so bad to get out of bed when it hurts to move.  However, a bit of advice?  I learned that staying in bed unless I am sleeping or getting lucky is not a good idea, no matter how badly you want to stay. It is called sleep hygiene and you have to force yourself to stay out of bed.  It sounds like torture but it is not.  It takes a while, and some nights I don’t even try, but it does really work.  I break the rules at times and take a nap but only if I am falling asleep where I stand, which brings me to the third type of flare.

This flare up is so intense in involves every muscle, nerve ending, ache, pain, and a feeling like your skin is on fire.  Those flares are so intense the only thing to do is lay down, you are not capable of anything else.  Which brings me to my next topic…  disability.

I belong to a lot of groups on Facebook and every single day I see people getting really excited because they have been given disability [benefits].  I am happy for them, but I thought that I could do this.  I thought that I could accomplish something.  I wasn’t wrong, but I am disabled.

I was a heroin addict 15 years ago for about three months.  Luckily I stayed off opiates easily after that, even with Fibro.  However, I had to come out to my mom and everyone else I loved.  I had to say, “I am a heroin addict”.  I thought those would be the worst thing I would ever have to admit about myself out loud.  I was so very wrong.

Having to say yes, I am disabled, I need help.  I need some income. That was the hardest thing I have ever admitted. Saying  “I am disabled” still makes my stomach hurt.  My family has suffered greatly because I am no longer able to work.  It took 4 years to get a diagnosis.  I know that I will get disability this time.  My heart is broken.  I was a dancer, a ballerina.  I was a cheerleader in high school.  Now I can barely get into the bleachers to watch my son be the drum major.

It is interesting; on my paperwork for disability they asked me where I hurt.  I laughed and laughed.  Everywhere, I answered.  Then it asked me several more times, in different ways, and every single answer was everywhere and always.  So, I even got to laugh a bit while I was filling it out.  Knowing though, owning, the title of disabled is a crushing blow.  I know that I am.  I knew that I was a drug addict.  This does not make it easier to say.

I used to work at the PA Renaissance faire putting women into corsets.  I loved it.  I loved making women beautiful.  I also had to quit there.  I want to go and see all my friends that still work there and I am wondering if one can rent a HoverRound.  I couldn’t even make it to the front gate without needing to rest.

These things could all bring me down.  These things could all make me want to quit, to give up. However, these things only make me want to work harder.  No one, and I mean NO ONE and NOTHING, can change the way that I live, but I am the only one in charge of my brain.

I choose happiness over misery.  I choose to laugh when I know I need to.  I choose life, no matter that I have to crawl sometimes.  I choose to live my best life.  I also choose to be happy.  You have the power, in your brain, to control your own destiny.  It isn’t gone, nothing important is gone.  It’s simply different and we just have to learn to love ourselves when our settings are on “different”.

It is so damn hard to try and explain what it is like when your brain and mouth refuse to work together.  I have worked for years to make my sons and my husband understand.  They finally do.  Want to know how I made that miracle happen?  I stopped trying to explain myself.

I didn’t hide anything (except the pain, we all do that) I just existed.  I stopped trying to make them understand and I started to live my best life in a whole new way.  I interacted with them and if I struggled to find words, I didn’t explain, I just make up words.  They will eventually learn your language. This new method, the one where we exist and let them watch, works.  It takes a lot of patience and a long time, but you will get there.  If I can do it anyone can.

For my words, when I lose them, conversation goes something like this :”Are we going to the field thingy to watch Rudolpho Hans play running ball?”  Which translates to, “Are we going to the stadium to watch the Saints play football?”  I know that first one was mostly inane gibberish.  However, I got A sentence out.  They will start to learn your language, I promise.

This just happened…  an example of my speech issues: in a text to my husband, “Except smokes.  The shenanigans cigs.  No… Monrovia..  dammit.. Morgan…  Fuck it.  Those cheap ones” That was my text to my husband.

I know that I should quit…  that isn’t why I shared this.  I shared this because it is real life..  My life…  Maybe yours too.  The cigs are Mavericks, I finally thought of it.  I really have to laugh..  this is funny.  I should write children’s books, I am excellent at coming up with fun, meaningless, quirky words.  They are easier than regular language most people use to communicate.

Warriors and new friends with RA, it has been a pleasure to write some words for you all, maybe I can help a couple people.  Remember, always, LIVE, LOVE, and FIGHT.  We got this.


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