I think that is one of the biggest problems I have with disease. It telling me what I can do, when I can do it and for how long I can do it for.
My new drug is working much better and I also did the same thing. I kept going no listening and well I spent 2 days with my knees killing me.
Take it easy Lene
Heh. So the next time I'm home sick I should go dig out that old vicodin prescription and see if I can make up a whole new story with judicious channel flipping?
LOL @ the father memory. I had a similar experience with a memor of my mother the other day that was so clear I could almost feel the upholstery of that old couch at my father's house.
yeah, turns out that elbows matter. Sucks though. Wow, I can't believe you actually watched like Soap Operas. I mean, I haven't seen those since my mother used to watch As the World Turns, The Young and the Restless and some sort of Hospital show while she ironed (I think I was 3). I generally refer to prime time US TV as Soaps since for example Lost, where the survivors spend more time arguing, "Hey, how is it that Jack likes you more than me!" instead of "What was that you said about a giant ship in the middle of the island" or "There is a communications cable running into the sea, why don't we do something about that." While Linda won't even let me watch 24 or Grey's Anatomy because she doesn't want to hear me moan all evening about logical inconsistancies ("What, is the main hiring questions of the hospital, Does your ex currently work here?", and "I know there are a lot of middle manager but shouldn't they hire at least ONE MORE agent in the field")
Sorry that you attempt to break the efficiency barrier make your human ship go boom. Hope it improves soon.
Oh no.... does that not drive you a bit batshit...that telling self to 'just wait a bit...' then kaPOW...
I'll add to the 'please, take great care and rest...' I hope you feel better soon.
dear lene,
i have been reading your blog for some time now, and feel that i may address you in such a familiar way.
first, congratulations on your essay in "Homemakers"! amazing.
i have often been moved by your writing, how you handle your nasty affliction.
my sister has RA so i can imagine a little of your state.she however was afflicted later on in life and so far the damage has not been as extensive. but bad enough. i will direct her to your blog, she may gain strenght from it.
with very best wishes,
yours in awe!
I relate to this post in so many ways: I remember back when the weight of my clothes caused intense pain at the beginning of my lupus. Hang in there, and just so you know, yes, you do contribute when your bod is at its worst. Every time you post, you're contributing to all of us out here reading you, not to mention the ones who will be later. Every time you don't post, you're reminding us that we want things to go better for you, we worry a bit and hope you're okay, and you're serving us by bringing out the humanity in us.
So there.
The speed at which you pass from "oh, crap, here we go again" to "all right, what have we learned from this" to "this is hilarious, in a surreal way" is quite impressive. Is it a talent or a skill? (Possibly a well-developed talent?)
I remember being home from work with the flu a couple of years ago and realizing how truly wretched I was when I couldn't follow the plot of "The Price Is Right" (a dreadfully inane game show, in case you're mercifully unfamiliar with it).
I've only just been introduced to your blog and have only read this one post. It's a bit nervy of me to post a comment. It's just that you remind me so much of myself. I want to be useful. So I rush around doing so-called useful stuffz ignoring messages from bod. The trouble is that then I may sleep for a couple of days. During those days I have the feeling that I'm at the bottom of a well, not that I'm sure what I mean by that, you understand...
At one time I was in a support group where our leader asked us what mattered. Most of my fellow group members didn't understand the question, let alone have a coherent answer.
I can tell you that one thing that matters to me is finding such a wonderful description of what I do so very often. Ignore those warning messages and do as I please even though I know full well bod has the upper hand. Thanks so much for that! It's a huge help.
Bod says it would love to have a little lunch, then take a long lovely nap. Piss. That sounds like a waste of time. I want to visit friends, bake bread and knit.
-Robin
Even without disease, it's hard to listen to your body. I can't imagine focusing that way when I already know that the answer will be pain...
Your ability to stay positive so much of the time inspires me.
As do many of your posts (loved the Tom Cruise one too).
That's why I've nominated you for You Make My Day!
For details, see my blog (less inspiring than yours I fear).
Who makes YOUR day?
Hope you feel better soon. It is so hard to listen to one's body; and life does like to throw the odd curveball doesn't it?
I was reading along, thinking that I had attained Zen like mastery of Not Overdoing, when I realized that I had to type left handed only, because my thumb was currently on strike. Hmm. Off to Velcro on my resting splint, and apologize to my right hand.
I've been on bedrest for the last three weeks due to premature labor, and what you said about the importance of being useful and not feeling like a leech on modern society really resonated with me. I hope you feel better soon, and will be praying for you.
Your visitation from your dad made me laugh helplessly, in fact, I'm laughing right now. That's really love, isn't it? That something so crazy will pop into your brain after they are gone, and they are right back again.
...or maybe that's just me.
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