Monday, January 14, 2013

The Importance of Spoons

Spoons!

They are handy for taking medicine, measuring, and for eating but they are so much more valuable than they appear to be.

I'm not talking crazy talk, I promise! This is what it comes down to.

Pain is a bitch.

A hardcore, evil, and relentless bitch.

I know I normally don't use profanity of any kind on my page or on my blog, but there has to be the occasional exception. This is one of them.

I can't remember what it's like to not be in horrible pain. It seems like it's been ages since my body felt the way that it is supposed to... But in reality, it wasn't all that long ago that pain was not a part of my existence.

Five years ago, I had finally managed to shed all of my pregnancy weight and I was feeling amazing. I was healthy, fit, and full of energy. My career was taking off and life was great.

I wish I would have known that it was all about to come crashing down around me. I would have lived it up a little more.

I would have gone horseback riding. I would have gone on hiking expeditions. I would have ridden every wild roller coaster within 1000 miles of here. I would have gone skydiving. I would have gone bungee jumping again. I would have ran through a field of flowers, enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling light on my feet. I would have gone snowboarding or ice skating. I would have enjoyed having the ability to be active.

These things are all out of reach now, and there are times when it really bothers me.

The last week has been tough hell. I feel worse than I normally do and it is definitly one of the times where I am unhappy with the limitations that I have. I've tried, in the past, to push those limits, but I always end up hurting myself. I have learned to respect them, but there are times that I also resent them.

Right now, I am resentful.

My back keeps twinging and my legs have felt as if I am soaking them in molten lava. I know I am on the verge of throwing my back out in a bad way. It won't take much. A sneeze. A turn taken too quickly in the car. Laughing. When my back is on the edge, as it is now, it takes practically nothing to push it over.

In addition to the normal pains and aches, I've been feeling really weird. My left elbow and shoulder have been hurting really badly. I've never had any kind of arm pain, so this is new. My knees have been inflamed and painful. My right leg is twice the size of my left. And perhaps the strangest thing of all, is the night sweats that suddenly started a week ago.

I have been waking up several times a night for the past eight days, with my clothing completely soaked. I have to change because the house is very cold and drafty during these winter nights. I'm not sure what is going on with my body. The only time I've ever experienced this was right after a steroid injection. But my last injection was 5 weeks ago and the steroids work their way out of your system by the 2 week mark, so I know that can't be the cause.

I've also been tired EXHAUSTED! I'm always tired. My back does that to me and Aiden does that to me, so this isn't new. But the last week, I've been beyond my normal level of tired. I've needed at least 11 hours of sleep each night and have been taking 1or 2 naps each day that last about 2 hours. I always need at least 9 hours of sleep to feel well and function, but 13-15 hours of sleep a day is ridiculous.

I've been trying to get our house together and begin packing, since we're going to have to move in two months or so, but I'm not making much progress. I'm so tired. My hands won't move the way I need them to. My body is on the verge of collapse after twenty minutes of packing or cleaning.

If you don't have a chronic illness, it's hard to understand. Very hard. That is where the "Spoon Theory" comes into play. I've never been able to articulate how it feels to be me. When I found this article I cried. It is beyond accurate. Take a peek:

My best friend and I were in the diner, talking. As usual, it was very late and we were eating French fries with gravy. Like normal girls our age, we spent a lot of time in the diner while in college, and most of the time we spent talking about boys, music or trivial things, that seemed very important at the time. We never got serious about anything in particular and spent most of our time laughing.
As I went to take some of my medicine with a snack as I usually did, she watched me with an awkward kind of stare, instead of continuing the conversation. She then asked me out of the blue what it felt like to have Lupus and be sick. I was shocked not only because she asked the random question, but also because I assumed she knew all there was to know about Lupus. She came to doctors with me, she saw me walk with a cane, and throw up in the bathroom. She had seen me cry in pain, what else was there to know?
I started to ramble on about pills, and aches and pains, but she kept pursuing, and didn’t seem satisfied with my answers. I was a little surprised as being my roommate in college and friend for years; I thought she already knew the medical definition of Lupus. Then she looked at me with a face every sick person knows well, the face of pure curiosity about something no one healthy can truly understand. She asked what it felt like, not physically, but what it felt like to be me, to be sick.
As I tried to gain my composure, I glanced around the table for help or guidance, or at least stall for time to think. I was trying to find the right words. How do I answer a question I never was able to answer for myself? How do I explain every detail of every day being effected, and give the emotions a sick person goes through with clarity. I could have given up, cracked a joke like I usually do, and changed the subject, but I remember thinking if I don’t try to explain this, how could I ever expect her to understand. If I can’t explain this to my best friend, how could I explain my world to anyone else? I had to at least try.
At that moment, the spoon theory was born. I quickly grabbed every spoon on the table; hell I grabbed spoons off of the other tables. I looked at her in the eyes and said “Here you go, you have Lupus”. She looked at me slightly confused, as anyone would when they are being handed a bouquet of spoons. The cold metal spoons clanked in my hands, as I grouped them together and shoved them into her hands.
I explained that the difference in being sick and being healthy is having to make choices or to consciously think about things when the rest of the world doesn’t have to. The healthy have the luxury of a life without choices, a gift most people take for granted.
Most people start the day with unlimited amount of possibilities, and energy to do whatever they desire, especially young people. For the most part, they do not need to worry about the effects of their actions. So for my explanation, I used spoons to convey this point. I wanted something for her to actually hold, for me to then take away, since most people who get sick feel a “loss” of a life they once knew. If I was in control of taking away the spoons, then she would know what it feels like to have someone or something else, in this case Lupus, being in control.
She grabbed the spoons with excitement. She didn’t understand what I was doing, but she is always up for a good time, so I guess she thought I was cracking a joke of some kind like I usually do when talking about touchy topics. Little did she know how serious I would become?
I asked her to count her spoons. She asked why, and I explained that when you are healthy you expect to have a never-ending supply of “spoons”. But when you have to now plan your day, you need to know exactly how many “spoons” you are starting with. It doesn’t guarantee that you might not lose some along the way, but at least it helps to know where you are starting. She counted out 12 spoons. She laughed and said she wanted more. I said no, and I knew right away that this little game would work, when she looked disappointed, and we hadn’t even started yet. I’ve wanted more “spoons” for years and haven’t found a way yet to get more, why should she? I also told her to always be conscious of how many she had, and not to drop them because she can never forget she has Lupus.
I asked her to list off the tasks of her day, including the most simple. As, she rattled off daily chores, or just fun things to do; I explained how each one would cost her a spoon. When she jumped right into getting ready for work as her first task of the morning, I cut her off and took away a spoon. I practically jumped down her throat. I said ” No! You don’t just get up. You have to crack open your eyes, and then realize you are late. You didn’t sleep well the night before. You have to crawl out of bed, and then you have to make your self something to eat before you can do anything else, because if you don’t, you can’t take your medicine, and if you don’t take your medicine you might as well give up all your spoons for today and tomorrow too.” I quickly took away a spoon and she realized she hasn’t even gotten dressed yet. Showering cost her spoon, just for washing her hair and shaving her legs. Reaching high and low that early in the morning could actually cost more than one spoon, but I figured I would give her a break; I didn’t want to scare her right away. Getting dressed was worth another spoon. I stopped her and broke down every task to show her how every little detail needs to be thought about. You cannot simply just throw clothes on when you are sick. I explained that I have to see what clothes I can physically put on, if my hands hurt that day buttons are out of the question. If I have bruises that day, I need to wear long sleeves, and if I have a fever I need a sweater to stay warm and so on. If my hair is falling out I need to spend more time to look presentable, and then you need to factor in another 5 minutes for feeling badly that it took you 2 hours to do all this.
I think she was starting to understand when she theoretically didn’t even get to work, and she was left with 6 spoons. I then explained to her that she needed to choose the rest of her day wisely, since when your “spoons” are gone, they are gone. Sometimes you can borrow against tomorrow’s “spoons”, but just think how hard tomorrow will be with less “spoons”. I also needed to explain that a person who is sick always lives with the looming thought that tomorrow may be the day that a cold comes, or an infection, or any number of things that could be very dangerous. So you do not want to run low on “spoons”, because you never know when you truly will need them. I didn’t want to depress her, but I needed to be realistic, and unfortunately being prepared for the worst is part of a real day for me.
We went through the rest of the day, and she slowly learned that skipping lunch would cost her a spoon, as well as standing on a train, or even typing at her computer too long. She was forced to make choices and think about things differently. Hypothetically, she had to choose not to run errands, so that she could eat dinner that night.
When we got to the end of her pretend day, she said she was hungry. I summarized that she had to eat dinner but she only had one spoon left. If she cooked, she wouldn’t have enough energy to clean the pots. If she went out for dinner, she might be too tired to drive home safely. Then I also explained, that I didn’t even bother to add into this game, that she was so nauseous, that cooking was probably out of the question anyway. So she decided to make soup, it was easy. I then said it is only 7pm, you have the rest of the night but maybe end up with one spoon, so you can do something fun, or clean your apartment, or do chores, but you can’t do it all.
I rarely see her emotional, so when I saw her upset I knew maybe I was getting through to her. I didn’t want my friend to be upset, but at the same time I was happy to think finally maybe someone understood me a little bit. She had tears in her eyes and asked quietly “Christine, How do you do it? Do you really do this everyday?” I explained that some days were worse then others; some days I have more spoons then most. But I can never make it go away and I can’t forget about it, I always have to think about it. I handed her a spoon I had been holding in reserve. I said simply, “I have learned to live life with an extra spoon in my pocket, in reserve. You need to always be prepared.”
Its hard, the hardest thing I ever had to learn is to slow down, and not do everything. I fight this to this day. I hate feeling left out, having to choose to stay home, or to not get things done that I want to. I wanted her to feel that frustration. I wanted her to understand, that everything everyone else does comes so easy, but for me it is one hundred little jobs in one. I need to think about the weather, my temperature that day, and the whole day’s plans before I can attack any one given thing. When other people can simply do things, I have to attack it and make a plan like I am strategizing a war. It is in that lifestyle, the difference between being sick and healthy. It is the beautiful ability to not think and just do. I miss that freedom. I miss never having to count “spoons”.
After we were emotional and talked about this for a little while longer, I sensed she was sad. Maybe she finally understood. Maybe she realized that she never could truly and honestly say she understands. But at least now she might not complain so much when I can’t go out for dinner some nights, or when I never seem to make it to her house and she always has to drive to mine. I gave her a hug when we walked out of the diner. I had the one spoon in my hand and I said “Don’t worry. I see this as a blessing. I have been forced to think about everything I do. Do you know how many spoons people waste everyday? I don’t have room for wasted time, or wasted “spoons” and I chose to spend this time with you.”
Ever since this night, I have used the spoon theory to explain my life to many people. In fact, my family and friends refer to spoons all the time. It has been a code word for what I can and cannot do. Once people understand the spoon theory they seem to understand me better, but I also think they live their life a little differently too. I think it isn’t just good for understanding Lupus, but anyone dealing with any disability or illness. Hopefully, they don’t take so much for granted or their life in general. I give a piece of myself, in every sense of the word when I do anything. It has become an inside joke. I have become famous for saying to people jokingly that they should feel special when I spend time with them, because they have one of my “spoons”.
© Christine Miserandino
www.butyoudontlooksick.com

So this is why I say that pain is a bitch. Exhaustion is a bitch too. I wish they would both drop dead and leave me the hell alone. It seems like my supply of spoons is being depleted. Let's say I started off with 30. I'm now down to about 10. I want my spoons back.

It was important for me to share this with you all because from time to time, I will be MIA for a few days. I want you to know, that I hate being away and that the only reason that I am, is because I have to use my spoons for that day for other things. And sometimes, I wake up with a shortage of spoons. Those days are really rough. I will be back in full swing tomorrow, but Corrin is rocking and rolling as the Head Honcho until then.

I miss you all and thank you for being patient with me. I will be posting another blog later today about a situation with Aiden that has also made life difficult over the past week.

With Love,

Amanda


6 comments:

  1. I can not imagine how incredibly frustrating a chronic condition like you have would be in just everyday life, not to mention with a special needs child. I am sending you love and good vibes sweet girl! Love you lots, and I pray you get some more spoons. Soon. :)

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    1. Frustrating is the best way to describe it. :) Thank you my beautiful friend! I love you and thank you for your prayers. I'm truly hoping that I find those extra spoons. ;)

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  2. That is really good. Dealing with a chronic illness myself and totally understanding the spoon illustration at a real level. Have to use that story if it comes up. Most do not "get it." Thanks and hope you get some extra spoons tomorrow!

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    1. I hope it comes in handy for you in the future! Thanks for the support. :)

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  3. OH MY GOSH... I have to share your spoon theory! I also have a chronic illness and some days I'm lucky to have enough energy to get out of bed and drive the kids to school. I'm always tired and achy and it just never goes away. The spoons will help people understand a little better. Thank you!

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    1. Share away! :) I hope this is as useful to you as it has been to me. Thanks for the support and good luck!

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