Let's Talk About Weight Gain

Firstly, I haven't blogged for years for many reasons but the top two are: one, I lost my ability to focus and think and two, I got tired of complaining and feeling like no one cared. But, lately I have been thinking I really need to continue blogging if only for awareness. I still run into ER doctors who truly do not understand lupus at all. 

I want to talk about lupus and weight gain mostly because I have gained so much weight since I was diagnosed. I went to dinner last night and looked in the mirror and freaked out. I look awful! 

I typically spend most of my time at home and in bed and if I go out once a week it is a lot so I typically never really look in a full length mirror. I've been in a kind of depression the past couple of years. I can no longer work as a teacher. When I try to exercise, I feel awful for days. So, I send my kids to school in the morning and call it a victory. Then I go to bed and go back to sleep. I bingewatch shows. I read sometimes...not enough because again I can no longer focus. So, that has been my life. 

When I saw my my reflection yesterday it shocked me in to action. I went walking after dinner for 30 minutes last night and tonight. That seems like nothing, but to me it is big! But, I know what is coming tomorrow or the day after...a flare that will bring me to my knees but this time I am going to push through. I must. I am obese when I never have been. Most people with lupus die of heart disease and I am now 47 and have cholesterol.  It has become a life and death decision.  I must stay with it not just because I am overweight but perhaps it will keep the myriad of symptoms at bay. Maybe it will help my depression. Maybe I will be able to teach again. It is a lot of maybe's...God help me.

It's Okay to Say 'No'!

I haven't written in forever. Let's catch up. I have been spending about 20 hours a day in bed with a good four hours to get up to go to the bathroom, eat, dress my kids, take my medicines, greet my kids, help with homework, and have some kind of conversation with my husband. Unfortunately, I don't do all those things every day.

It has become normal to skip eating because I am too tired to even get up in bed to eat it. I sometimes throw back some crackers only to take my meds. At one point I was addicted to eating Ritz crackers. 

The bad thing about living this way is that my family, kids, and husband expect for me to get better-to have better days, but I don't. On the better days I accomplish two or three things on my to-do list. On my very bad days, I hurt everywhere and can't even breathe. Shit, taking a shower is my exercise!

So, I decided to attend my first lupus support group to gauge others' normalcy and the three other women who showed up felt as bad or worse than me. Some of these women still make it to work sometimes. I haven't been in the classroom since September of 2014. 

After this, I felt happy. To hear those women and their husbands talk about things I face on a daily basis just about made my giddy. By coincidence we were all under the care of the same physician and had similar complaints. Years are going by and we are not getting better. One woman pretty much demanded Benlysta. 

Now, I consider myself a good communicator-someone who knows how express oneself without fear of being blunt and honest. So, why have I sat in countless doctor appointments and complained about my symptoms and went with the doctors' treatments with little to no questioning?! Today, I went in and tried to get the doctor to understand I have pretty much taken the same medications that were not working; in fact, I have only gotten worse since the date I was diagnosed with lupus! I asked about Benlysta and was told I had to have a positive ANA to qualify. I am not certain this course of treatment is the answer but I am willing to try anything DIFFERENT at this point! Well, I have had countless positive ANA's but they lost the last one and since I only get to see the rheumatologist 3 or 4 times a year, they had to run new labs today.

Okay, on the way out I get my next appointment date. June of 2015. So, I guess I have to wait until then to hear my results. Nope, not this time! Next week, I am going to be their worst nightmare.



P.S. A month ago, I was in the office to get my monthly prescription for Hydrocodone due to new regulations and a patient was losing her mind in the waiting room and moved in to the nurse's station and was screaming in anger and most importantly, in pain. She wanted to get her prescription, like me, and leave but that wasn't part of the process even if she had just been released from the ER. I felt sorry for her at the time, but I think from now on, I am not going to swallow my pain to be polite. 

Phantom Pains

I am struggling. I am struggling with my weight.  I am struggling with pain. I am struggling with getting out of bed. I am struggling pretty much alone because even the people who care FOR you get tired of caring ABOUT you.

Jeez it seems that in this day and age there would be a cure for the myriad of illnesses that are holding me hostage but no I am forced to take medicines that fix one thing and cause another but it is only an illusion because I am NEVER really better. I have pain somewhere all the damn time and I swear it is lonely.  No one around me gets it and it really makes me feel so much worse.

I read many blogs of people who struggle with lupus and fibromyalgia and Sjogrens syndrome and arthritis and scleroderma and hypothyroidism and manage to have a positive attitude and outlook but I don't know why I can't. Do other people have great doctors and friends?  I keep going to doctors and they are nice and well meaning but they don't ever have answers...just more doctors and more pills or injections. It is pretty damn hard to feel positive when something is constantly attacking my body from the inside-a phantom menace inside just destroying my hips one day then stabbing the top of my foot the next or shooting fire up my spine or down my leg. So I am struggling with all of this all by myself while my family and the few friends I have left just look at me with pity and go on with their normal lives. I seriously don't know how all of you do it.

My New Normal

As a teacher, I am lucky to have many holidays off that most people do not get. I am off for at least two weeks during Christmas time, four to five days during Thanksgiving, and of course one whole week during Spring Break. Now, that was great for me as a mom, but not as a person. Either I was babysitting other people's children at work, or mine at home. That is no kind of vacation!

So, I often relied on my ten sick days a year. Before I got sick, these were used for two reasons: kids sick day or my favorite, what I called a stress day. On stress days, I would call in sick and send my kids off to school and do things like go to the mall to shop when it was empty or see a movie when it was empty and pretty much decompress. I often wondered what it would be like if I could do that any or every day.

The past few years, things changed. My ten sick days were used because I WAS SICK and it went from ten or eleven days to over twenty! It got so bad, in January I was forced to take a temporary sick leave. I was hoping that if I stayed home and got away from all the stress at work I would feel better. Think again.

Nowadays, I spend the day in bed. I wake up and send my kids to school. (Disclaimer: I have actually stayed asleep after a long sleepless night and not sent my kids to school a couple of days) Immediately after, I go back to sleep. My two little ones stay with me and my mom comes over to make sure they are taken care of and fed. She also makes sure to wake me up so I could eat. She cleans and washes clothes for me and pretty much waits until my husband gets home from work. Somewhere in between I home school my two little ones from my bed of course. 

Things sure have changed for me and for my kids. Today my daughter was angry because Netflix on our television wasn't working right and I didn't get up right away to fix it. "I wish I didn't have a sick mom that always has to stay in bed!" It truly stabbed me right in the heart-the emotional pain was much worse than the costochondritis pain I already feel in my chest. This disease is ravaging my body but it also affects my poor children. I wish I was the normal mom I once was...the mom who could do it all, but this is my reality-my new normal.

I Fell Off the Face of the Earth

I hadn't written in my blog because I lost my job. It really shouldn't have been so devastating, but when a person is a teacher it becomes a big part of his/her identity. I was invested in my school and my kids (students). I had worked at the same middle school for 13 years.

To make a long, long story short, the principal tricked me into taking a medical leave and promised me I would have my position when I returned and it was a big lie. He involved my friends and coworkers and it was ugly.My own friends had gone to show my boss posts I had made on Facebook insinuating I wasn't really sick. I felt betrayed by my so-called friends/coworkers and my administrators, because I am a great teacher even with my illness. My students were outperforming the other students in the grade level but because I had missed some days and I have lupus, they felt they needed to find another teacher to replace me. Now, I still work for the district, but when I return I have no idea what school or city I will be working in. My district encompasses three cities.

This happened the day I returned from Christmas break and I haven't returned to work since. I cried for about a month. I unfriended all my coworkers from Facebook and then refriended some. Finally, three months later, I feel I can write again.

As far as my health, this incident has only made things worse. I am pretty much bed-ridden 24/7. I would say I leave the house 1-2 times a week at best. My mom comes to my house every day and help clean up and feeds me and my little ones. I don't know what I would have done without her these past few months. My body is going into free fall. I am in pain almost every minute of the day and the pain meds are not even touching the pain. I started seeing a new doctor-I drive 6 hours because she is in Houston-and she found I am extremely anemic and am testing positive for scleroderma. Wow, on top of having hypothyroidism, lupus, sjorgren's syndrome, and fibromyalgia, my body is adding scleroderma.

I am not trying to be a downer, but that is life with lupus...at least it is for me!

Feeling all sorts of things

Okay so right now at this moment I am a little depressed. No, actually very depressed. It seems that every day I develop all sorts of new symptoms that I have to deal with on my own. I am not only a mother and caretaker for 5 children, but I am my own caretaker. I sound like such a whiny little girl, but I have to admit I am so tired of taking care of others when I could barely take care of myself. No one asks me how I feel, and if they do, they don't listen to the response; they just ask to be nice.

 My husband doesn't ever ask. It is as if nothing is wrong with me. He even got annoyed with me because I sent him to the pharmacy to get my prescriptions and it was over $100 as if I haven't been taking a bag full of pills every day for two years now! Really?! I am alone in this endeavor and it is truly depressing. The symptom of this week was seeing colored flashing lights out of my left eye. This happened the day before a major migraine so through simple deduction and a Google search, I came to the conclusion that I was experiencing what they call auras. Anyway, I will have to ask my doctor of course, but no one in my life cares to hear about this so I am completely and utterly alone but surrounded with people who claim to love me. 

On the lighter side, if that is possible, I started something new to fight against some of the brown spots that have appeared on my face these past two years. I am trying Clinique's Dark Spot Corrector and the Moisturizer hoping to look closer to my old normal self. I will keep you informed just in case you have the same problem. This are the before pics....

Back to Work....Back to Incompetence.

School has begun and I started this school year on a positive note. I was given a better job placement-7th grade ELA and my students this year have been great so far. So, what could go wrong right?

Well, getting through the work week has gotten to be almost impossible  for me. This week I was out on Tuesday, Thursday, and Today. I am completely exhausted and unable to get the necessary rest. At night, my mind races with ideas, lists, problems, lesson plans, decorating ideas, etc. I fall asleep and my mind continues to race even while sleeping. When I wake up, I am exhausted and lying in sweat soaked sheets and I struggle with the decision of calling in sick or going to work. I argue with myself; telling myself that I need to go to work and then convincing myself that I need to rest. All the while, feeling completely overwhelmed by even the simplest of tasks: getting my kids dressed for school. This morning, I called my mom and told her to keep my 4 year old daughter at home instead of taking her to school, because I couldn't bring myself to get her dressed! What a bad mother Lupus has made me!

So, what could be causing this? I know that I haven't been taking Xanax before sleeping because I ran out and hadn't called the doctor for a refill. I called it in this afternoon, but I am certain that it is just the fact that I am working that is making me so sick. Right now, I feel somewhat good, but I slept all night and all day until 1:00 pm. It is insane that I need this much rest in order to have a few hours of normal. God help me!

Can you have friends if you have Lupus?

The other day I woke up in the afternoon after a long sleepless night and saw a message from a friend asking me to go to lunch.  I messaged her and apologized for not answering and made plans to go to lunch the next day.

Well, that evening I couldn't sleep and ended up falling asleep at 7:30 am. Can you guess what happened?  I didn't wake up in time for lunch. In fact,  I woke up at 6:00 pm. I felt like such a horrible friend especially after I grabbed my phone and saw her messages. I was too much of a coward to call her so I sent her a message trying to explain.

I tried to make up for it by asking her out for dinner, but even if she had said yes I don't know if I could have gotten out of bed; my body ached so badly! She was going to go running so she couldn't go to dinner and she said she understood but I felt like such a flake.

I don't have many friends left, not only because I am married and have children but now that I have Lupus,  I have almost lost them all including family. My family is still my family but many of them, like my cousins, are no longer close to me. We have grown apart.

I have missed too many birthday parties and get togethers. I wonder if this happens to others who have Lupus, sjogrens syndrome,  or fibromyalgia or people like me who have all three. I just wonder.

Well I have a third chance to make it to a late lunch with my friend tomorrow at 2 pm so wish me luck! 

GRIPES

◇extreme fatigue

◇insomnia

◇joint stiffness/aches

◇stomach issues

GRATITUDES

◇It's summer and I don't have to work! (Teacher)

◇My children are healthy and happy!

◇My husband is being very supportive! 

Summer is flying by!

Summer is flying by.  In case you haven't read any of my other posts, I am a teacher and am on a two month vacation from work! It is really flying by way too fast!

I have managed to go on two trips. One with my family to the river and a couple trip to New Orleans.  I am pretty satisfied with myself-that I was able to endure the activity and survive the weeks after.

Of course,  getting to sleep in every day and not having to go to work sure makes things so much better!  I have been working since I was sixteen years old, but it would make the quality of my life so much better if I didn't have to work anymore.  It is so hard to be a teacher and a mother with Lupus.

One thing that has been helping me other than tons of rest is gratitude. Being able to just look at the little things in my life that bring me joy and being grateful for the things I can accomplish have made me so much happier.   So here is a list of my "gratitudes":

Gratitudes
☆I walked one mile today
☆I made dinner instead of take-out
☆I wrote a blog entry

Methotrexate and it's Scary Side Effects

Okay so I had a rheumy appointment today; it was a make up day because I missed my last appointment because I was too busy cleaning my classroom. Anyway they made it very clear I would only see the PA because the doctor was booked until August so I was really only expecting refills.

Now, I am fairly new to Lupus and I have often left my appointments with more questions than answers. So, I was ready to talk to the doctor about the last shots he gave me: I felt so much better almost immediately after!  Here is the really stupid thing about this: I have no idea what he injected in my body!  All I knew is that I was in pain and wanted relief and I blindly asked 0 questions! 
This time, I asked him right away because I wanted him to know it qas helpful for about 3 weeks and then I was back to normal. Guess what it was...

Methotrexate and some pain killer I already forgot the name of! Damn this Lupus fog!!!!

Okay, so we talked about the health care crisis and the decline of education in the US (He loves to talk) and then he checked me and walked out of thw room. So I am sitting there waiting for my prescriptions and a guy comes in and informs me I am getting 5 shotsif I am willing to pay $57 out of pocket.  Okay! So when he comes back, I ask the tech what I am getting (This time I am asking damn it!) and he says four shots of methotrexate (2 on my hot spots on mu upper back and 2 on my lower back) and a pain killer on my arm.

Wow! That was three more injections than last time and I know absolutely nothing about this medication.  By the second injection, I was about to pass out. I started to feel hot, light-headed, and nauseous! I had to sit and take a break because I was afraid I would pass out!

So when I got home I looked it up and WebMD had some extremely harsh precautions.  Johns Hopkins Medical Center was a little less scary. So I hope all goes well because lately my life is spent in bed. I love my kids and am grateful for my life but pray to God every day my life changes. Let's hope and pray this works for me!

So far I have felt a little nauseated but that's hopefully it...we'll see! Please add any insight or experiences!!!

Summer is here!

Okay so I have had been feeling pretty good for about two weeks that I was taking higher doses of prednisone. I even went camping at Garner State Park in Texas for 4 days. I was out tubing on the river with my kids every day and I even had enough energy to cook for them twice a day. It was so much fun and I felt like a "normal" mom.  I expected it to kick my ass since I was out in the sun so much but nothing. I felt as great as a person with Lupus could feel!

Then the day before yesterday,  I went bowling with all the kids for my mom's birthday. Believe me that it is not normal for me to have the energy for so many activities.  Anyway,  the next day I woke up with so much joint and muscle pain I could barely move! I also got sciatica!  Now Lupus kicked my ass! The pain is not going away; not with Vicodine or Tramadol! I didn't even think I was exerting myself.

It sure was nice while it lasted! I have to say that at least I don't have to go to work! It's summer: the teacher rehab!

Prednisone: My Frenemy Part II

As I have said before, I am a teacher and I am two day from being free!!! Yes...I am 48 hours (give or take) from being able to sleep in and have to deal with my own kids for a change! I had been feeling so terrible lately with extreme fatigue, but I started Prednisone again last week and it gave me the necessary boost to make it through 8th grade Prom decorating, Powder Puff flag football, my daughters dance recital, 6th, 7th, and 8th grade students at the end of the school year, and everything else the last week of school brings for teachers. I have made it through 7 straight days of work without calling in. In fact, I haven't had to call in since starting the Prednisone.


Now, on one hand this "miracle drug" has allowed me to go about my life almost like a normal working mom these past two weeks, but on the other hand, I am at the highest weight ever in my life. I hate to dwell on this topic because it shouldn't really matter right? It does matter though. I just looked at my picture in the school yearbook and it is just depressing. I looked round and puffy and pretty much exhausted. It is B A D! Depression is something I struggle with so often and this weight gain and the physical changes I have gone through in the past two years do not make things easy. I had a picture of myself and my husband from two years ago on my filing cabinet and one student stood there shocked and said, "Wow...you looked so...so....," and couldn't quite finish that statement out of fear of hurting my feelings but I knew what she was thinking. I looked pretty and thin and now I don't.

Well, I guess that is life. A struggle to weigh the good with the bad. In order for me to get out of the house and work and take my kids to recitals, I have to deal with a lower self-esteem and bigger clothes. But, I do still wish I didn't have to make these choices. I wish I wasn't sick with this horrible illness. I hope that everyone out there realizes how lucky they are that they don't have to make these choices and appreciate their healthy lives.

Adults Don't Make Messes

 This week I was able to accomplish more things than I have in a long time! I planned for the 8th grade Prom and pulled it together, I played in the Powder Puff football game, I shopped for an outfit for my son for Prom, I took my daughter to her Saturday recital rehearsal, took my daughter to her recital on time, and helped my niece and another dancer get dressed backstage! I almost felt like the mom I used to be.

Of course, I couldn't make it to the actual Prom to chaperone because I was beat from the day and didn't take my daughter to her weekday rehearsals because I was tired from work. Every day, I go home and go straight to bed and rest. Then I eat dinner, in bed, and stay there until I have to go to work the next day. I had been feeling so depressed lately because I felt I was depriving my kids of a "normal mom". I mean, my mother has to come to my house every day to clean for me and my sister helps me out by taking my daughter to dance during the week, but my 4 year old daughter made me feel so much better.

She and my husband were both sitting with me in bed. My daughter was telling my husband how much she wanted to grow up and be an adult. Of course my husband told her he wanted her to stay his baby forever, and in order to convince him it would be a good idea, she said, "Adults don't make messes so then it would be good because I wouldn't make a mess anymore Daddy." I asked her why she thought adults don't make messes and she responded, "Adults come home and go straight to bed, take their medicines, watch TV and stay in bed so the never make messes."

I knew she was talking about me and immediately felt sad for my poor baby who thought all adults do what I do so I said to her, "You are talking about Mommy not all adults," and she responded, "That's okay Mommy, I love you! You are the best mommy in the world!" Somehow, she knew that I was sad and she said exactly what I needed to hear. She knows at four years old that I am sick and doing the best to be her Mom that I can. AND, she loves me and appreciates me all the same.

So, even though I am not the perfect mom, I am their perfect mom. I need help from others, but it doesn't make me less of a mom, or less of a woman. I know a lot of women with Lupus out there want to be the women they once were before Lupus, but it is not possible. What we have to do is stop trying to be what we were, and strive to be the best Mom with Lupus that we can be.

This is Lupus!

I have started following a few blogs of really remarkable women with Lupus that deal with it with a wonderful positive attitude and they look great. So I think what the hell is wrong with me!?

I can't go a day without complaining about something hurting or bitching about something!

Today, I didn't go to work because I became overwhelmed in the morning when I couldn't find shoes for my daughter and Clothes for my boys to go to school. The anxiety mixed in with the fatigue just took over and I had to call in sick. Another missed day-another pitiful check next month! So, l went back to bed and no one went to school except my husband. He actually threw it in my face that he was paying most of the bills now that I was "Choosing" to stay home so often now. Of course, he didn't get the Kids dressed and take them to school because that is my job! And, he wonders why I am overwhelmed and sick and tired and anxious!

So here I am in bed again in an inside out school shirt that belongs to my husband because none of my Clothes fit Comfortably anymore while my kids make more of a mess in the house! Am I the only Lupus patient that doesn't have it all together and Can't Keep the house clean and the laundry washed and not in 2 giant piles (clean/dirty) and can't keep her husband "Satisfied"?

Phew! I am a hot mess as they say! l want to be positive but the only thing I could do is laugh at myself so I don't cry because now on top of it all, I have breakthrough joint pain even though I already took Vicodin and Celebrex and Tramadol.

This is me with Lupus moon face and all!

Two Steps Forward and One Step Back

So I guess I upset some people with my last post but honestly I meant no harm. I have only had the diagnosis for as year and a half but have been dealing with symptoms and doctors for over 10 years! Shit, sometimes I just have to laugh so I don't cry! So sorry if I offended anyone!

Anyway, so I was so happy because I had made it to work for 6 straight days and then Tuesday came and kicked my ass. I couldn't get up to get my kids dressed. My poor husband was asking where their Clothes were, and I bit
head off! (I think that was the Prednisone talking) Seriously, I didn't care how he did it; I just wanted them gone so I could sleep -and sleep I did! All day into the night!

I am trying not to get down on myself about missing work but just knowing that they are docking me over $150 every day I can't teach gets me feeling like a failure. So, I try and remind myself and my family that I need to take it easy so I can make it to work.

Today, I made it to work. I had a pretty good day; I only yelled at and wrote up one 8th grader who couldn't find his seat. (Again, the Prednisone?) I Came home straight to bed and ordered my hubby to get us dinner and I don't feel guilty about it. I am doing what I have to to survive. That's all I have to say about that!

One Terrible Week Behind Me

Okay, so I had a terrible week last week. I hadn't even checked my Facebook in an entire week, that's how bad it was!

Last week started off okay, I went to work on Monday and thought everything was great. I was optimistic, but half way through the day my body started to betray me: I got the chills and then my body started to ache and I became extremely fatigued. So, I decided to skip lunch and take a quick power nap on one of the tables in my classroom. I didn't feel any better. The last two periods of the day, I literally fought off falling asleep at my desk while the kids read. By the time the bell rang at 3:15 p.m. I was running out of school WITH the students.

I went home that afternoon and passed out. The next day, I couldn't get out of bed, so I didn't go to work. Wednesday, I couldn't go to work and to tell the truth, I didn't want to. Aside from the crippling fatigue, I was experiencing terrible anxiety. Thursday-no work again. My husband told me that I was going to get fired and truthfully, I didn't care. That day, they started calling from Central Office asking for me to call Risk Management ASAP, so Friday I reluctantly went to work. That day I felt terrible too because I was sensing a migraine coming on, but I pushed through it. I did call Risk Management and the told me they were going to put me on temporary leave; this means that I have excessive absenses due to illness and it is "for my protection".

Okay, so by the end of the day I had a full on Migraine and it lasted 24 hours. The nightmare didn't end there. My whole family somehow aquired a stomach virus and we were all puking all over the place the entire weekend. Everyone was knocked out and I didn't get out of bed all weekend.

So, now it is Monday again and the sun has come out from behind the storm clouds. I am at work!!! Yay!!! I feel only slightly tired and on a scale from 1-10 my pain is at a 3. That is fantastic! I reached the light at the end of the tunnel. All I could do is pray that this reprieve lasts. Pray for me everyone.