Thursday, August 23, 2012

Using Humor to Cope


“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.”
-Audrey Hepburn


Humor helps me cope more than anything else.  It is really what keeps me sane, whether it is finding the humor in a situation, joking around, or just watching something funny.

I honestly don’t know how I’d handle being chronically ill if I couldn’t find the humor in almost any situation.  I laugh about how ridiculous things are often (which has led some to think I am crazy…but hey, their loss for not seeing the humor in the situation).  It’s not that I don’t take things seriously, but being able to laugh at things helps make them more bearable.

Take, for instance, my clumsiness.  Sure I could just get frustrated at myself for constantly tripping, bumping into things, burning myself, dropping things, etc., but how would that help?  Instead, as long as I am not seriously injured, I laugh at how silly I must have looked.  I laugh at how crazy it is that I managed to injure myself on something I knew was there.  I laugh at the fact that it is the umpteenth time I have made the same mistake.

I laugh at the things I do because of brain fog--taking the time to actually make a grocery list but then forgetting it; turning on the electric kettle (luckily with auto shut-off) and forgetting to make the tea for so long that the water is cold and has to be reheated; putting food in the toaster or microwave, but forgetting to turn it on and wondering why it is taking so long; or talking about how we always forget to take the trash out on garbage night, then realizing the next morning that last night was garbage night but even talking about it didn’t remind me.

Another opportunity to laugh is the constant game of charades I play with anyone who attempts to communicate with me.  I am always making crazy hand gestures trying to portray the words I can’t remember, while saying something that doesn’t help at all.

Names are the worst.  “You know, so and so who was in that movie with what’s his name.”  I also laugh when my husband guesses right the first time from such a vague description because he has become so used to me doing this.  Then I laugh at the fact that most of our conversations are about movies or TV shows, since I don’t get out much and all.

Having family and friends who share my sense of humor makes it even easier to find something to laugh about.  All it takes is a glance, a word, or even a picture and I can be cracking up because we know how to make each other laugh.  I can be having the worst day or week and that one thing can have me laughing so hard it hurts, and suddenly things don’t seem so bad.

Where do you find humor?

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Dealing with Doctors

One of the hardest things about having a commonly misunderstood illness is dealing with doctors.  Having doctor after doctor either not believe you or give up on you can be demoralizing.  Just thinking about seeing a new doctor after so many bad experiences can make me uneasy.

When it comes to doctors not getting it, I try to remind myself that it isn’t personal, even though it can certainly feel that way. These types of illnesses aren’t usually covered in medical school. It certainly isn’t our fault. It may not even be their fault, as they are just practicing how they learned (although it certainly wouldn’t hurt if some of them were a little more compassionate).

Finding doctors who are recommended for those with our conditions helps, but is not always possible.  I have found that this is often the case when trying to find a primary care physician.  There aren’t any recommended ones in my area.  I have tried all the lists and asked around, but without luck.  And from what I have heard from others with these illnesses, it seems that finding good primary care doctors is especially difficult.

Since I haven’t been able to get a recommendation, every time I see a new primary care physician, I feel like I am going in blind.  I have no idea what to expect, and with all my bad experiences, I have had to be creative in my approach.

Of course, I can call the office to get a feel for new doctor and come prepared with a list of questions and the binder that contains my medical records.  I can also hand the doctor records from a psychiatrist showing I am not depressed or test results showing abnormalities and impairments, but it’s not always enough. 

I have been to doctors who say they have treated other patients with my illnesses, but they turn out to only be familiar with the misconceptions. I have also had more doctors than not disagree with my psychiatrist and write off test results. 

So when I’m seeing a new doctor and have no idea what to expect, I often place bets on what I think a doctor may say. Not for money of course…I either keep the bet to myself or tell my husband or friends who understand. 

The bets go something like this:  I will bet a doctor will either tell me to exercise or see a psychiatrist--double points for both. It helps motivate me to keep trying, and at least I can laugh it off if they end up telling me things that I know aren't the case or won’t help.  If I “lose” the bet, then it’s a pleasant surprise because that means I found a doctor who didn't make the typical assumptions. 

Sometimes my bets are outlandish, but at least if I win the bet I will have a funny story to share. 

Recently, my toe wouldn't stop bleeding for weeks and I had no idea why.  I don’t recall injuring it, but I often don’t realize or remember when I injure myself.  I used the opportunity to see if I could find a new primary doctor.  I figured they couldn't possibly see blood and puss and think it was all in my head, but I made the bet anyway...told my husband on the way there “watch this doctor tell me this is all in my head.” 

Sure enough, nothing was wrong according to the new doctor.  If I had not called it, I probably would have cried out of frustration as this doctor said she didn't see the problem.  Instead I tried to point out that there was clearly fresh blood and that it had been going on for over a week at that point.  But when the doctor followed with scare tactics, I simply went along with her previous statement, knowing I would have a laugh with my husband about it as soon as I left.  Of course I got a second opinion and didn't leave my “imaginary” bleeding to worsen.

The main things I keep in mind when seeing a new doctor for the first time is not to take things personally, however hurtful they may be, and to try and remember that if the doctor was particularly hurtful or off, I will probably have a good laugh afterwards.

What do you find helpful when dealing with new doctors?

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Being Sick Can Be a Full-time Job

I haven’t had the chance to write any posts for quite awhile.  Sometimes being sick can be a full-time job, and this year has been just that.

You know you have a lot of medical appointments when you have trouble scheduling new ones because your calendar is full of other appointments. I also had my social security disability hearing added to the mix, and all that went along with that.  And of course, with all that was going on, if I wasn’t at an appointment, I was recovering from one or preparing for another.

Being chronically ill and out of work, we often hear comments about lying on the couch all day.  Sometimes others say they are jealous, sometimes jokingly.  What they don’t realize is that we spend our time surviving, not relaxing and enjoying ourselves. 

Sure we try and enjoy what we can.  If we don’t, we might sink into depression or lose our minds.  We may literally schedule time to relax, because otherwise the buildup of tension can cause symptoms to flare up.  Still, most of our time is spent just trying to get through the day.

I kept track of how much time I was spending doing what in preparation for my disability hearing.   The amount of time spent doing things such as attempting to get out of bed and taking medications amazed me. 

Often, it takes up to two hours for me to manage to get out of bed, between being unable to stay awake, even after a full night’s sleep, and having to proceed slowly due to POTS symptoms.  Then I need to take my medications—lots of medications. 

Eating is exhausting.  Brushing my teeth is exhausting.  Taking a shower feels like an Olympic feat.  All of these things require lying down afterwards, adding to the amount of time it takes to do these seemingly simple tasks.

So, yes, we may spend much of our day lying in bed or on the couch…because we are recovering from those simple things that healthy people do without a second thought.  Needing to lie down to recover from these things is not fun and is often frustrating.

If even I didn’t realize how much time is spent preparing for, doing, and recovering from simple tasks, it is no wonder that healthy individuals have trouble understanding it.

What do you wish others could understand about living with chronic illness?