I have worked as a teacher for 17 years; 15 of those at the same middle school. When I first got diagnosed I realized that I needed to make changes so I asked my principal to be moved to a less stressful position. Now, if you don't know how most schools work, subjects that are tested are the most stressful and difficult mostly because a teachers success or failure impacts the rest of the school. So, the principals micromanage every move we make while other non-testing subjects are left alone to just teach.
Anyway, the principal decided to move me into an elective called "Study Skills" where they took the lowest performing kids in 6th, 7th and 8th grade in my class so I could tutor them. Instead of teaching 5 classes a day they gave me 6; well, actually 12 in a two day cycle. I had 4 6th grade classes, 4th grade classes, and 28th grade classes of student who didn't "elect" to be in my class and were pretty much the worst behaved students in the school. Oh, and they took away a planning period.
Well, you could only guess that this year really brought the lupus out with a vengeance. I went to my principal again with information on lupus and begged to be moved to another position and he moved me to 7th grade ELA where the students have to take and pass a reading, writing, and grammar test. I have always been able to handle everything and anything but I started calling in sick way more often than they liked. By Christmas break, I knew I had to do something and when my coworkers started insinuating that I was faking, I decided to take the administration's suggestion to take a sick leave. I was out from January to the end of April.
Then whole time I was thinking that I needed to return but they replaced me on week after I took my leave so the district placed me in an elementary school for the month of May. I was placed in a Read 180 position which was absolutely perfect for me. I was so excited because I was in a job I could handle. I was working with 4-6 students at a time for about 45 minutes. It was perfect because of my limitations but also because of my qualifications. I have 27 graduate hours in Reading so I felt God was opening another window for me. I was shocked when the principal of the school told me she had no job for me because she already had someone in mind for my job. That was it...the district then sent me back to 7th grade ELA again.
The next school year, which was 2014-2015, I only made it to October of course. My lupus was out of control. By this time, I had gotten diagnosed with fibromyalgia and Sjogren's Syndrome as well.
I went straight to Central Office and begged them for a compatible job even accepting a job as a teacher assistant but they never called me back. Then one day in April I received a letter stating I was fired and had lost my insurance....oh, and they sent my 15 year award with my husband.
Since then, I have been so depressed. I can barely get out of bed because of the pain but I know that the depression makes things so much worse. Here I am, 41 years old, and I feel thrown away. My family is struggling to keep up with our bill since I am on disability insurance and they pay me so much less. My insurance is about to run out so I am desperately applying for jobs in the closest three cities. I am applying for jobs as a teacher aide or a computer lab assistant. I applied for a job as a part-time tutor, but I have only been called back for one interview and they have filled the jobs I am overqualified for without even allowing me to interview!
What is going on here?! I feel that these districts are not calling me because they know I have a disabling disease through my past employer. Could this be the end of my career? I don't know what to do but keep applying, sending out emails, and calling the schools personally but it stinks that they hired one of my former students as a teacher with 0 years experience and I wasn't even interviewed.
If anyone thinks that people living with lupus or fibromyalgia ask for disability to get money out of the government, I hope this changes your point of view. I have to live with pain every day of my life and now I have no way to make a living. I feel like an empty shell of my former vibrant, energetic and successful self.
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.
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!
Anyway, the principal decided to move me into an elective called "Study Skills" where they took the lowest performing kids in 6th, 7th and 8th grade in my class so I could tutor them. Instead of teaching 5 classes a day they gave me 6; well, actually 12 in a two day cycle. I had 4 6th grade classes, 4th grade classes, and 28th grade classes of student who didn't "elect" to be in my class and were pretty much the worst behaved students in the school. Oh, and they took away a planning period.
