When Judgey Judgers Judge

When Judgey Judgers Judge

While talking with some loved ones regarding how Lupus has changed my world and how I am adjusting, the question of "What are your biggest challenges?" came up.  I went through the normal list of things, the balancing act, trying to work, self care, medications, etc. You might know that story by now. But one of the things that I did mention got wide eyed astonishment. It's when judgey judgers judge. It's the judgment of others who know nothing about Lupus but seem to have an opinion about what I do to, or don't do to take care of myself. I guess it's one of the things that bothers me, A LOT, about having Lupus. I tend to tell people about my disease, because I feel if more people know about it, the more it will be less of a "thing", but I try not to dwell on it unless people genuinely ask for information. 

The judgment is weird though. For example, I might meet some new friends at a winery for a glass of wine. It's a great opportunity to learn about each other and get to know these new friends. Well, they want to sit outside on the patio. I voice my preference to sit inside, I'm out voted, we sit outside on the patio. I dive for the shady spot and keep scooting my chair around to keep in the shade throughout the visit.  Here come the "arched eyebrows" and the "eye rolls".  I might apologize and say "Sorry, I have to stay out of the sun, I have Lupus" but they most likely don't know what that means. I can see the retreat in their eyes. Often, I don't get invited next time.  The attitude that I am "high maintenance" or "attending seeking" is common. 

 I also feel the judgment when I have to dress to be out in the sun or in extreme temperatures (either hot or cold). Wearing a big hat, long sleeves, and long pants when it is a hot sunny day, makes a gal stand out. People ask, "Aren't you hot?". Yep, yep I am. If I bring a parasol to a public function, people think it's some kind of fashion statement.  I'm just trying to keep doing the things I love without getting sick.

Sometimes people are convinced that, my Doctors and I are choosing the poison of medication over some herbal remedy they read about on the inter-webs. I have actually tried several herbal remedies. They didn't work. Lupus is much bigger than that. I believe that finding my equilibrium with my health has taken several years, several doctors, several big life changes, a lot of hard work, and a very precise application of medication. It's taken a lot to get to this place. Now that I'm living at about a 80 to 90% of normal, I'm not going to mess this up.

The worst judgment comes from those in the medical field, whose job it is to take care of me. I spend a lot of time going to appointments and getting tests regularly to keep a handle on my health. I have to take medications regularly. I have pain and other symptoms that crop up often. The judgement from the nurse, or Urgent Care Doctor, or pharmacy assistant, sometimes makes me feel like a criminal. Many times they think I'm a drug seeker, even though I am not crazy about taking new medications. One of my symptoms is that I don't react well to medications and I tend to avoid starting anything new. When I do have to take something new, I start with a half dose to be sure I don't get into trouble.  But, I hear their leading questions, and I see them judging me. 

The thing is, we have all had those moments where we have judged others for their needs or necessary accommodation because it caused us a slight inconvenience or a change in our expectations or plans. Whether it's a disability, an illness, a food allergy, a diet regimen, or addiction recovery, I don't want to be that judgey judger who judges. 
So, I'm learning.

Family Reunion number 38?

I think it's 38 anyway. Lupus Fog. 
I got back from an amazing weekend of camping, tasty food, lots of hugs, and a ton of silliness and merriment.This event has been a tradition in our family since my early teen years and we all look forward to it every year. Camping? with Lupus? you may well ask. Yes, I went camping (sort of) and of course Lupus followed along as ever it does.

  


Lupus changes how you participate in outdoor activities and also what "gear" you bring with you. I had lots of sun screen, scarves, hats, long sleeves and pant legs, and one very cute parasol. I really wanted to go swim in the river with the kids, but there just isn't a safe way for me to do that. (I'll have to work on a solution to that) My Dear Husband wasn't able to join us this year so I was on my own and not willing to try to do the physical tent set up, gear lifting, etc. by my self. I figured it would be physically difficult any way, so why tempt "the wolf". I also didn't actually try to sleep at the campsite. I drove to my sister's home (thanks Mary!) and slept on her very comfortable couch. I know it seems silly to call it camping, but that's how I need to roll these days. If I can't rest and actually sleep, then Lupus puts an end to the fun really quickly. It mostly worked too.  

After making sure I can stay out of the sun and finding a place I could sleep well, I then had to take into consideration the heat, food and chance of infection/illness. The food is not an issue, because my family are all amazingly healthy and really good cooks. Other than the S'mores, I can honestly say that the food was spectacularly good and extremely healthy. Since I despise marshmallows, I can avoid the obligitory S'more just fine. Then just making sure I don't share cups, etc, and stay away from anyone showing signs of illness at all. Unfortunately one of my siblings was unwell, which meant no hugs and keeping a bit of a distance, which I have a hard time doing. I'm a hugger. 

I think I did pretty well with the preparations before hand, resting to charge my batteries in advance, keeping up with my medications, and the safety habits implemented during the event. Also, because it's only a couple of days, it seems the Lupus "fall out" didn't hit until the drive home. I had a drive of about 5 hours to get home. Even with the rest stops, my body started to get stiff and my connective tissue inflamed. I had to stop for coffee to stave off the fatigue. Once home, sleeping in my own bed and resting is the best medicine. However, I had to start back to work on Monday and work all week. I'm just starting to feel like the inflammation is reducing and it's Thursday. I have one more day of work and then I have a weekend at home and I won't be doing anything but recovering, and maybe doing a load of laundry or two.  

I think this was a success. I got to participate with my amazing family in a tradition that meant so very much to our parents.  I love that we still honor them and carry that torch.  It was a fair trade for being able to still be me, not to lose that piece of who I am.  And here's the thing, I'm getting better at it all the time.  

I'm going to end with a big huge thank you to my friends and family, who try to learn about Lupus, who ask thoughtful questions about what it means to have Lupus, who make accommodations that allow me to participate in the family gatherings, and social events. To those who love me without judgement and in spite of this disease. You cannot know what your loving kindness, understanding, inclusion and acceptance means to me. My family is amazing.


P.S. At our family reunion, my niece Anza and her lovely friend, Sonja, interviewed me for their podcast. Learn about their Sex, Drugs and Sustainability PodCast at https://www.facebook.com/SexDrugsAndSustainability 
They are doing good things.


My interview should be coming out in October.  
Spoiler Alert: I ramble.

A Reoccurring Theme

A Reoccurring Theme

I've noticed something in the last few weeks that seems to be becoming a theme. Once I had received my Lupus diagnosis, I started crossing paths others with the same disease. Several of them had been recently diagnosed. After a coworkers grandson and a non-blood related family member were recently diagnosed within a week of each other, I started thinking.  Is this coincidence related to the increased ability to better diagnose Lupus?  Are more people acquiring Lupus at a higher rate? It sometimes feels like a "catch all" disease that when we have symptoms which are hard to explain, or difficult to pinpoint, that we are lumped together under the Lupus umbrella.  However, I know that just in the last few years, the understanding of autoimmune diseases seem to have achieved a better understanding.  Lupus, Fibromyalgia, Rheumatoid Arthritis, Hashimoto's Disease, Sjogren's Syndrome and Raynard's Syndrome,  just to name a few, seem to be more recognized and discussed than in the past. However, I was not in a place to know about these diseases until one of them landed on my door step. So perhaps it's just that I am more in tuned to the conversation now that I carry the Lupus label myself.  

At any rate, it is upsetting to hear of others who will have to adjust their lives to accommodate this disease, to change and perhaps loose things that matter deeply to them. I understand the denial,  anger, fear, and the sadness. However, I do know that with some changes, the help of medications, and some new habits and behaviors, they should be able to live a good life. There will be things that they will have to give up, and there is also the challenge to find a way to do the things you love in a different way that will not induce illness or flares, or at least not bad illness or bad flares. It can be hard but, it can be done.  

Many times I take part in an activity knowing that I will have to pay the price in discomfort or pain.  But I make that choice so I am not losing a part of me that I hold dear. I have learned to plan ahead. Often I'm saving my energy for days in advance, resting, eating right, avoiding triggers (sun, infection, trauma, stress), then going to an outdoor event or doing a physically exhaustive activity, knowing that I will be sick or in pain for several days after, as payment for that bit of joy. Sometimes it's worth it.

I'm learning how to live my life with the help of information, medication, self care, the help of others. It's a good life. So, I believe those newly diagnosed that I spoke of earlier, will learn, make changes, and also have a good life.  

Losing Pieces

Losing Pieces

Since being diagnosed with Lupus I Sometimes feel like I'm losing pieces of myself, things that I could do or liked to do that is not part of me anymore. Many of these things were what I thought made me who I am, how others saw me, or who I hoped to be someday. It's strange as these pieces of me are falling away and I am left to examine who is left.  Is it me, I mean the REAL me? It is my journey, I get that, but I feel as though the world is getting smaller as I lose these bits. Some of these things I didn't think were that important at the time, but as they accumulate I feel each loss more acutely. 

Wouldn't it be great to just jump in the car at the drop of a hat and meet friends at a barbecue? Instead I'm packing extra equipment to participate in any daytime outdoor event. Never really knowing how my body will react to any given situation or exposure, makes the event so anxiety filled its difficult to enjoy the moment. Camping is risky. Traveling is also a challenge. No matter how careful I am, most likely there will be a payment extracted at the end. Sometimes I just do the things anyway and know that I will be sick for a several days afterwards. I used to be able to sleep anywhere and very deeply. Insomnia is my late night companion now. Well, that, and the cat, of course.

It's easy to fall into despair some days, but really I'm not as bad off as some others with Lupus. I'm actually in better shape than most, and I'm grateful. But there are days that I really miss the other me. That woman who is able to do all those things, who could say "yes" often, who had the energy, who could remember names, who could stay out late, travel light and sit on the patio. This new gal is ok, she is much more needy than she likes to be, she tires out a lot and has to say "no thank you" often. She is moving slower, not able to participate, or just isn't feeling well enough to join in.  

Here are a few examples of my missing pieces: 

feeling healthy

traveling light

size 10

independence

stamina

memory

kick ass work ethic

siting in the sun

flexibility

bicycling

reliability

friendships

carefree attitude

day time outdoor activities

spontaneity

being able to say yes

sundresses

healthy paychecks

benefits

muscle strength

energy

patience with myself

being pain free

sleep

dancing

So, here I am, this other person with limitations, with missing pieces.  I'm a "Jarschke Girl" and like my sisters, we hate limitations. In true "Jarschke Girl" fashion, I push the edges of those limitations just to be sure I can still do things.  I'm not missing that part of me yet. I will be getting into trouble with my disease now and again, but I'll still be trying to be me. It's a balancing act, to do all I can, but not fall over the edge. Sometimes I get a little to close to the edge and pay the price, but I'm still living, still doing what I can, and still having a good life.  

Garden!!!

It's a beautiful June morning and I've been planting our garden. Planted several different kinds of tomatoes and some Walla Walla onions. I'll be trying to ad a few other things like peppers and zucchini later this weekend. It feels so good to be out in the garden again, getting my hands dirty and growing new things. It's been a few years since we've been able to plant a big garden and I've missed it.  I'm so pleased to be well enough to participate in the summer vegetable garden again.  I'be had to do things a bit differently this time around as being outdoors in the sun and or heat is dangerous for me. So I was out in the garden before 8:00am this morning with my sunscreen, long sleeves and big floppy hat. Our garden space is still in the shade at that time of morning and I had a good two hours before Senior Sol appeared and drove me indoors. I got a lot accomplished and it just felt good. 

Managing my activities has been a weird balancing act these days. I'm currently working full time as I cover for a co-worker who is out on medical leave and I am considering this a test run to see how I could potentially handle a full time job in the future. I'm finding that after working all week, the weekends have to be rationed as to not over fatigue myself. Last weekend we spent at the coast at a car show, where I kept to the shade, watched my diet, slathered myself in sunscreen and sun protective clothing. However, this weekend I'll be taking it easy and charging my batteries. I missed an event this morning but with the heat and sun, I would have gotten into trouble if I had not taken the day to rest up.

I'm in talks with my boss and we are both hopeful that I'll be able to work 4 full time days per week, which will make me a benefited employee.  It would be good to get my health insurance back and begin funding my retirement again.  The future looks pretty blooming good.

Stepping Back and Moving Forward

Winter is almost behind me and spring is just around the bend. Election season is in full swing and I find myself feeling anxious about things, and other peoples inappropriate actions or unkindnesses, that I have very little direct control over. So I have elected to step back a bit and focus on those things I can change.

I have been on social media for quite a long time and have recently stepped back from the drama. I have been working on getting my health in order, trying new medications, working on my home life to make it less stressful, trying to be more physically active. As much as Lupus will let me, anyhow. It's been about a month since signing off social media and I find that stepping back has allowed me to stay more positive in general and much more positive about my health. I do miss some of the friendly connections on social media however, I am now trying to make it to more gatherings, pot lucks, etc., and to do more in my immediate community. My health is getting better and I feel like I am able to connect in real life more. It's been good.  

I am trying to add more of what makes me happy into my daily life. I am working in my art studio more, making prints, and costumes that are a joy to create. I'm also planning events that gather my people together for some fun. Coming up later in March, I have rented the local Grange building and with the help of my Dear Husband have arranged to have a disco ball, and a sound system that will play my Disco playlist for about 4 hours. The 70's Disco Dance Party is going to happen! I'm pretty excited and even if we don't have a full house, I think it will be a hoot. If we do get a good turn out, we will be doing it again in a few months but with a different theme and music. 

Getting a handle on my health is feeling really good. Full time work is beginning to look inviting to me again, and I have been sending out inquiries recently. It feels like my life is moving forward again, moving forward with baby steps, but moving forward nonetheless. Set backs will happen and illness will be a part of who I am now, but I feel more hopeful than I have in a long time. I feel less like hiding and more like taking part in my whole life.  

So things are good. Life is good. I am good.  

You don't get to Judge

I was just reading in the news about the Florida woman, Barbara Dawson, who was taking from the hospital by law enforcement after being told there was nothing wrong with her and was discharged against her will. Apparently she said she wouldn't leave the hospital, she believed she was still ill. The police officer handcuffed her and took her from the hospital into the parking lot where she collapsed. She said "I can't breathe" and asked that they "please don't let me die".  She lay there for 18 minutes during which the hospital staff person and police officer told her there is nothing wrong with her. Then something changed, they realized there was something wrong and Ms. Dawson was quickly readmitted. She died 90 minutes later from a pulmonary embolism. It's so sad. My heart goes out to her family.

As a health care worker you may see people many different kinds of patients, some who are difficult, who you may suspect of certain behaviors, who you think may be a hypochondriac, who may have a different culture, who may be a drug addict, who may be poor, or who may be uneducated, or who just can't communicate their symptoms well. But here is the deal, you don't get to judge. We are human beings who have come to you for help. Even though it may be hard for you, you don't get to judge, you don't get to apply your personal biases, or philosophies, or religions, or prejudices. You don't get to judge.

Those of us on the receiving end of healthcare, we don't always have the words to describe what our bodies are doing, we only know that something is not right and most of the time we are scared. We have not studied medicine, we are not good at diagnosing ourselves. That's why we come to you and ask you to take care of us. To care for us.

Barbara Dawson was not taken care of, she was judged.