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. 

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!

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.

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.

Depression, Anxiety, and Lupus

Okay, so yesterday I didn't go to work, again, on a Monday. In case you didn't know, I teach middle school. Yes, that is enough to make any person not want to go to work, but I have been teaching for 15 years now and have never felt this way before. Sunday night I start to feel nervous, my chest feels tight, and my mind starts racing so much I get very little sleep, so I end up not going to work on Monday. I am starting to notice it has been getting progressively worse. The thought of going to work makes me sick.

At the beginning of the year, I had a particularly difficult class and I started to have all the symptoms of a heart attack and I even had my husband take me to the emergency room just to hear I was having a panic attack. You have to understand that this is just not me! I am a stable person and all of a sudden I have anxiety?!

So, the very next time I visited the rheumatologist, I spoke to her about my symptoms and I was prescribed Xanax and told to take it only when needed. The problem is I feel this way every single day I have to go to work. Now, isn't it bad enough that I have Lupus with all it's complications, Sjogren's Syndrome, Hypothyroidism, and Fibromyalgia, now I have to contend with mental health issues like anxiety?! What a bummer! This anxiety is making me depressed! (which I already take medication for by the way!)

So I am at work with my students today and once I get here it is not so bad, but getting here takes hours of talking to myself. I have to mentally drag my butt to work. It sounds strange but it is true. I lie in bed and tell myself, 'you need to get up', 'you are going to get fired,' 'think about the house,' and 'it won't be so bad just get up.'

Am I the only person with Lupus who is literally scared to go to work?!!!

Prednisone: My Frenemy

So, I am on my fourth week of Prednisone. I am down to 5mg a day and I have to say that I feel pretty good. Now, I am always afraid to  say that out loud because it always bites me in the ass later, but aside from some minor aches I feel good. I feel like I can finally breathe: like I could relax.

For a while there I was feeling so bad it was depressing. I was barking at everyone and crying for anything. I was feeling hopeless. Even when I went on the Lupus groups that usually make me feel better, I would get annoyed with anyone who tried to sound "positive" about living with Lupus. Living with constant pain was getting the better of me and I couldn't even enjoy the holidays. Thank God for Prednisone!

Now, of course I could already feel my new jeans starting to fit tighter and even though I haven't stepped on a scale, I could feel myself getting fatter. But, I could honestly say that's okay. I am okay with it. As long as I have even a day or two without extreme pain, I will deal with my fat arms and big belly. Maybe I could finally start going out walking again...one can only hope!

Let me count the ways...

One of the things I have noticed about living with Lupus, is that on a regular day I experience a myriad of painful symptoms so much so, that I even forget to document and write about it. Not only that, I forget to talk to my doctor about these symptoms. I think what happens is that in my mind I prioritize-what hurts the most? You know?

Yesterday I was writing about this severe pain in my bones/joints and when I was done blogging I thought to myself, damn my stomach hurts so much-I need to throw up again, and I drank a half gallon of Mylanta. When I shared my blog with my favorite Lupus group on Facebook, I added a question about stomach issues. I got so many responses from other women who were experiencing the very same thing I was feeling! When I eat, it feels as if the food just sits in my stomach like a burning ball of food that refuses to digest. If I don't throw up, I can't go to sleep. It feels as if my food just doesn't digest.

Why had I just ignored that symptom? I have been throwing up and feeling pain for over two weeks and I didn't even think about it! On any given day I have stomach pain, joint pain, a sinus infection, a bladder infection, and muscle aches. Can you imagine trying to talk to someone about this?! They think I'm a hypochondriac who has "everything" everyone else has! So, we prioritize, we compartmentalize, we leave out symptoms in order to be believed and taken seriously.

I often read posts that talk about people being very supportive about their illness, but I find that most people in my life, including my own husband, have what I call "Lupus fatigue". They are tired of hearing about all the things that hurt me. I see it in their face. I don't think they even mean to do it: their eyes glaze over or they even roll their eyes and automatically tune out. My own husband is sick and tired of me being sick and tired. I have now stopped talking to most people about the way I feel-even my husband. Sometimes I just sit in bed and cry alone and he will walk in and ask me, "what's wrong?" I feel like screaming, "Damn it! I have Lupus! Everything is wrong!"

I have to thank God for all the women, and some men, on the Lupus support group on Facebook that I am a part of because they are the only people who I can list the many symptoms I have without judgement. They get it. They understand. I think depression would have swallowed me up if not for them.

I Feel Like a Hypochondriac!

Yesterday was a rough day. First, the counselor at our school moved a bunch of students into my morning Creative Writing class. It totally disrupted each class and immediately changed the vibe in my room; kids who were well behaved started acting out.
Then, when my toughest 8th grade study skills class came in with their usual antics, something just started feeling wrong. The kids were walking around, cussing, the norm, and when I tried to explain the assignment as I normally did, my chest started feeling tight and I couldn't catch my breath. I just walked out without saying a word.
Luckily, my husband's classroom was right next door. I just fell apart there in the hallway crying. I felt dizzy, numb, and short of breath. I went to the principal's office and I sat there crying. It was so humiliating. I have taught for 15 years and NEVER have had problems dealing with my students.
I went to the nurse's office and rested for a while. I thought I felt better so I returned to class. I had two more classes to teach and I did without incident, but I still felt tightness in my chest, my face was numb and tingly, and I still felt like I couldn't catch my breath. Plus, my left shoulder started hurting. Of course I went straight to Google and the verdict was either panic\anxiety attack or heart attack.
I debated over it for an hour but I felt so out of sorts that I didn't want to take the chance. I asked my husband to take me to the ER. My husband hesitated because on Wednesdays we are not supposed to leave school until 4:30. I couldn't believe he was worried about that when I was scared I was having a heart attack! That's the thing about having Lupus, people look at me and think I'm perfectly fine. I assume they think I'm a hypochondriac.
Well, after I yelled at him, he took me seriously and drove me straight over like a good husband. They hooked me up quickly and started took my blood. They were nice; told me to wait for the doctor.  My husband sat by my side and held my hand.
After about an hour, the doctor came in and asked about my meds...basically, why I took so many. It was painfully obvious she knew nothing about Lupus when she asked, "So Lupus attacks what exactly..mostly the skin right? Why do you take hydroxychloriquine? It's used mostly for people with organ involvement right?" Then she was confused when I told her my main symptom of Lupus was joint pain because I didn't have rheumatoid arthritis! Then she asked, "So what do you want me to do for you? The tests show it's not your heart." Then she just looked at me like I was making it all up.
I told her that all I knew was that I knew something was wrong with me and that I guessed I would see my rheumatologist for help. With that she said okay and walked out. I felt so upset sitting there next to my husband. The tears just streamed down my cheeks. Was I really crazy? A hypochondriac? No! I was sick! Something was wrong! It wasn't a heart attack, but having all these symptoms in the middle of my day is not FINE!
I walked out of there knowing I was not crazy reminded of the 10 years and countless doctors I went to who told me that I was fine. Then, little by little I all came to light. I was diagnosed with arthritis in my early twenties, then hypothyroidism, then finally last year Lupus. Shortly after came fybromyalgia and Sjogren's.
I was almost relieved even though since then I've only gotten worse. I felt better because at least I knew I wasn't crazy. I knew that something was attacking me from the inside out. I always knew it just took time for everyone else.
I will leave you with one last quote: "It's like you WANT to have Lupus!" That's what my mom would say when I insisted I knew my symptoms matched this illness. It's hard to believe something is wrong with someone when they look perfectly normal.