Wednesday, March 24, 2010
A Nudge for the New Era
When I posted last I was giving my job one last real good All American try. It didn't work and I walked out with the last of my things at the beginning of February after resigning less than two weeks after my return. I still find it hard to believe and do my share of grieving still just trying to figure out where I fit in now. There's been a lot of pain since then and my I can't begin to explain all the different things I've felt.
It's been a roller coaster ride and I've allowed myself to feel emotional pain like I haven't in a long time. I said the blog would be moving in a different direction definitely because the chronic illness had taken a lead role in my life and was leading it on a whole new path in. It's also because I knew that I needed to blog in a more upfront and personal way. A few years back I remember I'd write in a journal but for a while I refused to write in it at all because I didn't feel safe enough to write what I truly wanted to and decided I wouldn't write fluff. Then one day I opened the journal, wrote all the stuff I had wanted to write only to go back a few months later and tear it all out. I don't feel like I can help others understand what it's like to live the way I do and not be completely open. Most of all, I can't help me. This doesn't mean I would say or do things that would jeopardize my future or that I might regret saying, it just means having a little less pride and being a whole lot more honest. One important piece of information that I was leaving out of my blogging was the dysfunction of my childhood family and its affects on me today. I love my parents and would not want to hurt them, just like I don't think they mean to hurt me. Unfortunately, they failed to protect me as a child and still do today. I haven't given up hope that I might soon get somewhere with them but I do not have a relationship with my brother or sister.
I grew up in the "scapegoat" role and had nearly overcome it (I thought) until I became sick and became once again, easy prey. I had many traits that deep down I knew were the result of my upbringing, for instance working tirelessly to prove to my boss that I was a great employee even though she'd never give me the benefit of the doubt. In fact, on my last day at work the HR Manager finally admitted to me that my boss had a policy changed partially because of something she had wrongly believed about me, this after I had confronted them both on several occasions about how I knew this was the case. It will take me a long time to get over hanging on to a job for so long knowing my boss believed something about me that she wouldn't admit or allow me to disprove. It hits too close to home. Someday I hope to let my former boss know what I think of her but for now Eric is making me promise to wait until my SSDI is all set. Yes, she could be evil enough to lie, lying is one thing she does best.
Even more painful is the fact that as a result of my childhood, I have held so many people at arms length because I feared how they might hurt me if I let them in. Believe it or not, this changed only because of a bad thing. If you don't believe I'm really opening myself up, here it comes. I truly allowed myself to openly trust and love my friends when I found out Pam had cancer and was secretly realizing there had to be something wrong with my health too. That was when I realized I had made friends that I truly would do anything for and even though I knew Pam would be okay in the end, the pain I felt at knowing what she would have to go through to get better was heart wrenching. I knew that I could barely get my own work done but would do anything to help Pam that I knew how so I offered to do as much of her work as I could. That's when I started to open up and started really allowing myself to trust these friends more than I've trusted a friend since I was in junior high.
So, if you know me well you know my pride is one thing I hold onto dearly. I don't walk out of the house without makeup on(which at least 1 doctor has told me doesn't help my case) and I find it difficult to admit I might need a little help. I've made friends over the years because they wouldn't give up on me, even when I made it damn near impossible (Susi, that's you). No matter how we came to be friends, those of you who are reading this most likely have some personal connection to me. Thank you for your help, it means more than I can say. I have a lot of work to do on myself, on letting down my guard, my pride and sometimes asking for help but I swear I am getting better. Many of you have reminded me that I have shoulders to cry on and have no doubt, I'll be a shoulder or a call away anytime for any of you too.
Here's to a new era for Amy's blog. And for those of you unsure of what my chronic illness is here's an abridged overview so if you have actually run out of interesting things to do you can google away! I have a problem with my autonomic system, which controls many of the subconscious activities a human body does. I was first diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, then Vasomotor Rhinitis, then simultaneously the big ones, POTS- Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia and RSD- Reflexive Sympathetic Dystrophy. Those last two are the ha ha's that tied everything together. A few months later it was discovered I have adrenal insufficiency. I take a bunch of meds and unfortunately one is prednisone. Adrenal Insufficiency is the supposed easiest of my 3 major illnesses to treat but not treating it could result in death. 3 years ago I weighed 127 lbs. When I left my job in Feb I had gained a few lbs from my settled non-dieting weight of around 135lbs to about 143ish. Today, just about 6 weeks later I weigh around 163 lbs! This is setting off a new slew of testing and advocating for a different med, which so far isn't going well. This is part of what having a chronic illness is all about. I'm told I can't stop the med or I'll die. If I don't stop the med how long before I can't walk from the pain on my RSD riddled right hip, leg and foot? This is the reality I am willing to share with you all now (actually, I had to or you'd have thought I was pregnant). Just kidding, I want to share and hopefully someone else out there new to chronic illness will happen upon this site and find some shared experiences comforting. Who knows?
And so, tomorrow begins the next step.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
A new era for blogging...
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Johnny didn't make an appearance today
You can only imagine my glee when after sleeping for two and a half hours I was woken by a phone call from the nurse at the Doctor's office. Seems the blood was all bad and I needed a complete do over. Did I mention that the RN doing the test was new to it and had to dig around for a vein and then I had to move my arm around like an antenna reaching a signal to get the blood to come out? Well apparently that "breaks" the blood and doesn't work. Whatever, so I told them I'd come back today for round two. As luck would have it, the nurse decided that she'd make sure this time it worked by forgoing the IV and just sticking me each time in a new place. Yay! She's the first nurse I've ever met that didn't use a butterfly needle and there was more of the of "oh I can't find it"than I like to hear so by the time we were done I had 4 fresh holes and very little sense of humor left. Now the trick is holding it together tomorrow. I packed my lunch bag this morning with lots of water and Gatorade and I'm still pumping the fluids. That and keeping a positive attitude will hopefully make tomorrow go better than yesterday did.
In other news I have been working on my backyard oasis. Eric finished building a patio a few weeks ago so I've moved my swing there and have started some planting. Eventually he'll enclose the hot tub so I'll be able to use it this winter. I wanted to plant a garden around my pussy willow so this weekend I did it! Yes it looks kind of sparse right now but the roses will each get to be 3 ft around and tall and I wanted to keep it simple, unlike my other gardens. I was ecstatic when I found a light purple rose bush, the first I've found in all the places I've searched. I'm hoping to do lots more roses everywhere I can. I'm most excited about my wisteria, which isn't yet planted but is the one thing I have wanted for years. It needs something to grow on so it'll be planted right outside the hot tub wall so it can grow up the side of the screened windows and onto the roof, which will be clear plastic. I can't wait to sit under that next year!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Flying Purple People Eater
Who says you can't teach an old bike new tricks? I love my old bike but with my disability I can't peddle it for any distance. I was bummed that it meant missing out on family bike trips and had to come up with a way to be with the family, especially with Moxie Day looming. A few months ago I saw a man riding a bike with a motor attached and was fascinated. I clocked him going over 30 mph next to my car! I figured there had to be a way to rig my bike up too so Eric started the research. In less than 2 weeks my old bike went from a worn looking blue bike to a flashy purple with flames and best of all, A MOTOR! With a gas powered kit, spray paint and decals it has been totally transformed. Once again I am riding with my family but the funny thing is I have to idle it in order to stay with them. Sometimes I just take off and do circles because that is so much more fun! It is supposed to go 40 mph although I haven't dared tack it out. I just go fast enough to feel wild and regardless of how I'm feeling I can't help but smile.
Frankie and I in 2006
My bike as Eric started to take it apart for painting
Some flames, pinstriping and a "Happy" border for good measure
Almost done, it just needs the gas tank and the clutch!
Frankie likes this ride so much better! Now when I go without him he carries on in a jealous fit.
And since I like purple so much, I am currently knitting a beautiful lace top in purple cotton. It may not look like much yet but I love stopping every once in a while to look at the lace as it knits up.
Monday, May 18, 2009
WOW!
The DC trip was fun although the weather didn't cooperate at all. We decided to haul our camper to a place just outside the city. In the evenings we were holed up in the camper listening to the rain beat down. We had to yell over the thunderous rain to hear each other inside that thing. The best time of all was when we decided to drive into the city late one night in our jammies to visit the white house and Washington Memorial. Even the rain couldn't stop us from enjoying that escapade and it seemed much more fun than trudging around in the rain during the day.
That being said, it was a difficult trip too. I wanted to go because Eric had never been and I wanted to do something for him. I occasionally wondered if it might not even be possible for me to do all of the walking I'd need to do, but I ignored those thoughts. I figured I could call it quits when I needed to, not really acknowledging that I still haven't accepted what my limits need to be. I ended up pushing myself and ending up in some difficult situations. Perhaps it was what I needed to do in order to realize that I have a disability that is real, even when I like to pretend it isn't. Eric and I both came to better understand that we need to adjust our thinking. I need to accept and ask for accommodations and he needs to remind me to do it. For the first time, I realized that even with a cane there are just some things that I can't do the way I used to. It was heartbreaking when Eric would talk about going back with the kids and I'd think to myself that I can't do this ever again. I finally told Eric that if we went back, I wouldn't be able to go to places with them. I was devastated at the idea that I would become an outsider to the family outings, hearing about them but missing firsthand the laughter and joy of the actual moments. Eric was instrumental in explaining to me that it is time to be proactive in how we approach situations and do it differently but that it isn't the end of my participating in outings with my family. It just means that I may need to do some things in a wheelchair, or do less at a time. I'm no where near ready to be in a wheelchair, even if its just for a short trip but I am ready to accept some changes. The first major adjustment was getting a handicap placard for the car. Now its just a matter of continuing to adjust my expectations and be willing to accept help. This is a road that I never thought to travel but none the less, here I am. I'm still trying to figure it all out and still learning about what comes next. The biggest challenge now is to allow myself and others to see the disability that I have worked so hard to hide.
Monday, March 2, 2009
Please pass the salt
A while ago I wrote about my breakdown at a yarn store when I went only to buy one skein of yarn for a scarf but ended up buying a lot more. I finished the scarf and have worn it to comfort myself at work when only something soft and squishy will do. I took a pic of it modeled by my Valentine Teddy Bear. He came in the mail from the Vermont Teddy Bear Co, a gift from Eric. He has the cutest shirt, which says "Knit Happens". He's also wearing his own little scarf that I made in the same pattern as mine from stash yarn.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
My name is Amy and I'm an addict
Then last week I slipped a little when I bought some yarn to make a vest. Even then I planned to use some stash yarn in the vest too. I thought about it in advance and knew what I was going to buy for the vest, fully justifying my impending purchase. However, I saw some lavender Malabrigo when I got to my LYS and HAD TO HAVE IT! It was new and it was meant to be. I bought it along with the yarn for my vest and figured even though I spent over $100, I had a $50 gift card to make it seem less lavish. I managed to get through that experience with only a twinge of guilt which was almost impossible to feel when my fingers rubbed over that new Malabrigo. Yummmm.
Then came today. Never should I even enter the general vicinity of a yarn store when I'm pissed at my boss. Never! When will I ever learn. I just happened to be in Waterville about a half a mile from a fabulously stocked yarn store today. I told myself when I got out of my meeting there that I would just slip on over for a minute and buy 1 skein. I justified it by telling myself I deserved it for working hard for my money and putting up with the Queen of Lies and Back Stabbing for a boss. I was thinking about how soothing a soft, beautiful scarf that I could fondle (and possibly choke myself with) would be whenever my boss comes near me. So after all kinds of self talk and justification, I went. What I didn't expect was to walk into the store and immediately see those magic words written on the whiteboard "All hand knit yarns 20-50% off". Oh my. I immediately started to shake and get that sick nervous feeling inside while my thoughts ran into overdrive. I must buy, I mustn't let this sale die in vain while simultaneously the other part of my brain said "run, get out now, don't even look, JUST SAY NO!" I kept walking as if I was on autopilot, all the while feeling tingles all through my body and a small bit of nausea. I felt out of control and almost rabid as I began to touch the vast array of heartbreakingly gorgeous yarns. I made myself move slowly in a controlled way even though inside I could feel my heartbeat speeding up and my breathing becoming erratic. I couldn't stop. I have a problem. I need yarn, especially yarn on sale.
When I left I was slightly less shaky but now feeling like a closet yarn freak with a problem. I was carrying my bag wondering how I was going to sneak "that" into the house. My original plan had been to put the 1 skein I was going to buy into my work bag, heck maybe even my purse. I figured it would be days before Eric even knew about it. Usually he teases me about my incessant yarn buying but I wasn't sure how he'd react to another binge so soon after last week. When I got home I tried to smoosh the over sized bag into my work bag, after I took out a bunch of other things to make room. I casually walked in the house and set my stuff down. He's not stupid. He probably knew I'd go to that yarn store before I did. Maybe he knew I had a problem and didn't tell me, who knows. I didn't get into the house 15 seconds before he asked me if I went to the yarn store. I just hung my head in shame. I've never been addicted to anything before I got into yarn. First I started experimenting with the cheap stuff from Walmart and JoAnn's but after a while it just wasn't doing it for me anymore. I started going to dedicated yarn stores and picking out more expensive and luxuriant fibers. They just looked and felt so good! Before I knew it I was buying yarn just to have it, with no particular project in mind for it. How can something that feels so good be bad?!
In my defense though, it could be worse. At least its safe to drive after I've gone on a binge in the yarn store. That's a good thing too, since I'll probably never get a new car and can't afford to bust mine up!
I tried to deny I truly have a problem. I looked up the diagnosis of addiction thinking I may only really like (LOVE times infinity) yarn and if I saw the symptoms I might see that I don't really have a problem. Yeah right. I included the diagnosis here from freedictionary.com for anyone else out there in serious denial of their yarn/fiber addiction. You know who you are! Even though I have a problem I don't plan on stopping. Whenever I think of a car payment vs. buying yarn, the yarn always wins. If there ever comes a time when I get anywhere I'll just hang out in my closet and sniff the yarn.
Diagnosis (from freedictionary.com)
In addition to a preoccupation with using and acquiring the abused substance, the diagnosis of addiction is based on five criteria:
loss of willpower
harmful consequences
unmanageable lifestyle
tolerance or escalation of use
withdrawal symptoms upon quitting