What Pain Can Look Like

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Soon, I celebrate an anniversary of sorts. Not the kind that you really want to celebrate, but a definite life definer. I was diagnosed with a chronic illness almost twenty years ago. Autoimmune diseases take all shapes and forms and my particular one, rheumatoid arthritis, doesn’t always reveal its affects on the body to the unobservant. To many, I look healthy and fine when many times I am anything but the picture of good health.

With an arsenal of tools from pills to wraps and ice packs like others with chronic pain and swelling issues, I spend much of my time in recovery or preparation for the absolute essential activities of life. We miss out on many of the everyday moments that we, given the choice, would want to experience. No one chooses to spend 50% or more of their life resting or sleeping. But at times, this reality is part of the life of an autoimmune patient. We miss friends and we lose friends because, often, we can’t participate so we struggle with loneliness and depression. A light switch didn’t turn our memories off. We remember and miss our old selves and the abilities we once had, the activities we once enjoyed, and, in my case, the cute shoes I once wore. Real energy sacrificing effort is required to keep from becoming marginalized. Energy, I, often, only have in limited supply. Adapting to a new self or a changing self, as in my case because of my particular disease, takes time, love, and patience on the part of the patient and those that care for them. A somewhat normal and generally pain-free life is possible when the right combinations of drugs and/or therapies are working.

Several months ago, I took an incredible test. Incredible, in the sense, that science and technology has actually developed the ability to determine the activity level of my disease by markers in my blood. Knowing my score on that test made decisions concerning my medication easier for my doctor. The test also comes with an incredible price tag for a blood test, but in the scheme of all things medically related not that bad. The Vectra DA test confirmed what I and my doctor have suspected for some time. The drugs weren’t working. My activity level is high.

I’m not surprised the test came back high. I’ve been dealing with swelling, joint pain, brain fog, and incapacitating fatigue. Some might say they didn’t know. I didn’t look like I felt bad. I have to admit that’s part of my ruse and plan. Maybe, I should share more how I’m feeling but experience has taught me differently. (And that issue, my friends, is for another post.) Forgive me for the missed calls, the condolence and congratulation cards that didn’t get sent or are terribly tardy, and the lack of presence. Please don’t mistake my bad manners for a lack of love, care, and support towards you. I may not be there but my prayers have been.

And if you haven’t realized how I am : How do I make my public life look normal? I choose to be happy and joyful. I attend the things and see the people that are essential to me. Then, I go home and collapse. Somedays, I just can’t go. Those days are the toughest. So for now, I’m saying goodbye to Remicaid and hello to Humira for the next six months. Then, I take the test again and we see.

Blessings,

Mimi

I’m A Statistic

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I’ve joined the gazillion of others that have caught the flu.  I did get a shot but this strain of the virus outsmarted it.  I’ll post when I can.  I wish health and well being for each of you, friends.

Blessings,

Mimi

“Heal me, O LORD, and I will be healed; save me and I will be saved, for you are the one I praise.” Jeremiah 17:14

Leaves Of Three Or Is It Five?

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Today’s post idea comes as a response to help my friends who are in danger of unwittingly becoming the victims of a horrific case of poison ivy.

I’ve been the sufferer more times than I can count of a case of poison ivy.  The itching, oozing, crusty puffiness is miserable.  All the ointments in the world only alleviate the symptoms.  They don’t really get rid of it.  The dreaded affliction must run its course.

The worst case I had was when I went to summer camp. One night, our camp counselors wanted to give us the quintessential camp experience so they built a big bonfire for us to roast marshmallows and sing camp songs. Unfortunately for me, the tree limbs they burned had poison ivy on them which I inhaled in the smoke.  I developed a systemic reaction and became covered inside and outside of my body with poison ivy.  Misery — Pure Misery.  I had allergy shots after that experience and avoided the plant like the plague.

The best way though not to get a case of poison ivy is to recognize it and avoid it.  Poison ivy has three leaves.  A very common saying is Leaves of three, let it be” and “has been cited in print since 1907” according to this site I found.   The leaves can be very small when they first unfurl in the spring but can become quite large like the one below which is about the size of a salad plate.

poison ivyPoison ivy is a vine that will go up trees and send out runners across the ground.

poison ivy 2Virginia creeper is often confused with poison ivy but virginia creeper is not poisonous.  Although, the berries that form on virginia creeper are toxic.  Virginia creeper has five leaves and like poison ivy, the plant sends out runners and climbs trees, fences, and structures.

virginia creeperVirginia Creeper working its way up a tree.

virginia creeper 2Poison ivy on the left and virginia creeper on the right.

poison ivy and virginia creeperAdditional information

  1. Article from the CDC
  2. Article from Mt. Rainier Cabins
  3. Pictures of Poison Ivy, Poison Oak and Poison Sumac
  4. Photos of the rash
  5. Information about burning Poison Ivy

Remember ‘leaves of three, let it be ‘  —  I hope you have an itch free summer!

Blessings,

Mimi

“For the time will come when men will not put up with sound doctrine. Instead, to suit their own desires, they will gather around them a great number of teachers to say what their itching ears want to hear.”  2 Timothy 4:3 NIV Bible