My relationship with “Maybe…”

It’s a simple enough word. Not quite yes, not quite no – just lands somewhere in the middle. I find myself responding to event invitations with this word on a fairly regular (read: nearly always) basis.

I almost NEVER go out after work, because it is incredibly rare for me to have enough energy left at that point in the day to be any fun. Weekends are generally my only opportunity to have a social life, and even that is rare. Saturdays are the only day I feel confident in committing to, as a rule. I know that I can have Sunday to recoup if necessary. I always feel so guilty when I turn down event invitations – I get eye-rolls, and “Yeah, we figured you wouldn’t want to come”. What people don’t understand is it’s not an issue of not wanting to, it’s an issue of knowing that, unlike most people my age, I have to conserve what little energy I have, so that I can meet my responsibilities.

It’s difficult to explain to people who don’t experience energy (or lack there of) in the same way that I do. I get it, I’m only 31. There is seemingly no reason for me to turn down opportunities to go out and have fun. Trouble is that I do not have the same energy levels that the average person does. There are several analogies for energy…the spoon theory for one, my own sandbag theory of energy… but suffice it to say, I and my fellow MPN patients know that fatigue is the number one symptom that we have to deal with.

For any non-patients out there imagine the following: No matter how much you sleep, you never feel rested. When you do get the opportunity to sleep, it won’t come easy. All day you feel so tired, yawning, struggling to make it through the work day, only to get home, and the moment your head hits the pillow feel wide awake. Or better yet: You fall asleep instantly, only to wake up to pain a couple hours later, and then be stuck awake for hours after, trying to ignore the pain, but it is the only thing you can focus on. And this is Every. Single. Night.

This is incredibly frustrating for anyone, but especially frustrating as a relatively young patient, struggling to live life with their peers.

Long story short, I am tired. Tired of saying “maybe” all the time. Tired of being tired.

As always, you are your own best advocate. If you do not stand up for yourself, who will?

Until next time,

Lina

 

 

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Back to the Blog…

Well, here we are again. Another 6+ month absence from my blog.

I’m not going to lie, I honestly just haven’t felt as though I have much of value to say, over the last several months. Been a little down, and uninvolved in much lately. But I’ve decided that is going to change.

Let’s do a little update:

My full-time job is very busy, which doesn’t leave me a whole lot of energy after I get home from work to feel like writing. When I do get a normal weekend, all I have felt like I want to do is rest, and try to gather enough energy to start all over again on Monday.

On the topic of energy…I’ve recently started working out again, after WAY too long of being a lazy bum. Nothing big, but using the weight bench, treadmill, kettle bells, and a little but of stretching/ab work on the floor. After only a couple weeks, I must admit, that I’m already feeling my energy levels increase…It really does work. For me anyway…I’d also really like to get into doing yoga every night again…anyone interested in participating in another round of #virtualyoga with me? Yea, nay? Perhaps a twitter poll is in order…if anyone is still even following me these days lol. Yeesh. I’ve been away forever :-\

This coming Wednesday, I am going to be adding on to my shoulder tattoo (sorry, dad 😉 ). More flowers (That’s kind of my trend). For anyone wondering, my hem/onc is fine with me getting tattoos. I’ve never yet had an issue with them (Currently have 3). Speaking of my hem/onc…

I have a follow up with him on Thursday (02/15/18). So we shall see where we stand these days. 6 months at my last appointment, all was…stagnant. No ups, minor downs…spleen still too big, and irritating.

That’s about it out of me for now. I’ll update you again this week with regard to the #virtualyoga, the tatoo, and the hem/onc 🙂

As always, you are your own best advocate, if you do not take care of yourself, who will?

Until next time,

Lina

Meeting Expectations…or not?

Something I have noticed over the last decade of this ET adventure, is that people are very hung up on labels. I speak specifically of the label of “being sick” right now. Yes, I’m going back to “But you don’t LOOK sick…” again. It’s important to me. Get over it.

I have found that on days that I’m feeling my worst, but still looking “normal” I hear a lot of “Well you LOOK fine…” and the ever popular “Well you don’t look sick to me…” (because…you know…everyone is an MD now…). But then if I am not looking my best, I tend to hear people say things that imply I’m “putting on a show”, or faking it. So, I’m curious…which is it? Am I faking it when I DO look sick, or am I faking it when I “look fine”? At what point is my appearance:actual feeling ratio, acceptable to the general public. More importantly, when did the thoughts of the general public become so important to me? Why do I let it bother me?

Let’s use today for an example: Today I went out to watch a pre-season hockey game with M. This is a big event for me, for a couple of reasons 1) I have been feeling absolutely miserable for the last several days. To the point that I missed several hours of work, because of it. 2) I’d never been to a hockey game before…so it was really exciting. As I mentioned before though, I missed several hours of work because of it…then I went out and had fun? Maybe I wasn’t actually sick maybe I was faking it the whole time?

Oh wait…no I wasn’t. I think what a lot of people don’t understand is that in order to go out at all, or to function as a normal human being, I often have to sacrifice other things. For instance…Saturday, I did ABSOLUTELY. NOTHING. PRODUCTIVE. AT. ALL. There is no way that I would have had the energy to go all the way downtown, walk through the arena, and actually enjoy the event, if I had done anything yesterday. So…yes, I missed a few hours of work this week. I also gave up an entire day of my weekend on the off chance that I’d have enough energy to enjoy myself for a few hours. I know I’m not the only one who thinks about this. Know how I know? Google.

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TLDR: Don’t make judgments based solely on the appearance of others. EVER. For any reason.

OK, I’m done ranting for now. This may have been somewhat disjointed, and for that I apologize. But I just needed to get that off my chest.

As always, you are your own best advocate. If you do not stand up for yourself, who will?

Until next time,

Lina

 

 

The Sandbag Theory of Energy

We all know that fatigue is one of (if not the) most prominent symptom of MPNs. I have struggled for a while to come up with a way of explaining it, that feels relevant to me. Now don’t get me wrong, I still adore the Spoon Theory, but I have another view to add as well now. 🙂

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We all possess an invisible bag that we carry around every day. As we exert energy, sand is added to the bag, making it heavier, and heavier as the day goes on. The more strenuous the activity, the more sand is added. As the bags get heavier, we move more slowly. It makes each action we have to perform that much more difficult. On a good day the bags are only partly full by the end of the day. However, that also means that we didn’t get to accomplish much that day.

On the days that I am more active, I feel my imaginary sandbag getting heavier, and have difficulty moving as quickly as I’d like. These sandbags don’t just slow down physical activity. They can also bog down our minds. I often feel as though my IQ has dipped several points throughout the day . No matter what I do, I can’t shake the feeling of being weighed down, mentally and physically. The heavier it feels, the more exhausted I feel. Some days just getting showered, dressed, and driving to work can begin to fill the sandbag. By the end of the day it can be nearly impossible to muster the energy just to cook, and eat dinner. Some days the only thing I have the energy left for is to change clothes, and crash on the couch.

We all have good days, and bad days. It’s very easy to get frustrated when we can’t get as much done as we feel we should, but we need to accept that some days we will not be as strong, or as quick, or as sharp as we’d like to be. On these days we must cuddle up on the couch with a nice warm blanket, a cup of tea (or something stronger, if we’re so inclined) and relax. That sandbag is heavy, we’ve earned the downtime!

As always, you are your own best advocate. If you do not stand up for yourself, who will?

Until next time,

Lina