When you’re sick it can be really difficult to listen to other people’s complaints – especially if they seem trivial.  Excessive complaining about physical problems especially can be really wearing for me to listen to.  I often find myself comparing my pain and deeming the other person’s insignificant.  I don’t mind hearing about their paper cut once.  But I have my limits.  After the 3rd of 4th time I’m ready to snap, “I could tell you a thing or two about being in pain!”

On the flip side some people are afraid to ever complain to me.  I have to remind them that I don’t have a monopoly on being in pain.  If they aren’t feeling good they can tell me.  I know what it’s like and I can empathize better than most as a result.

Finally there’s people who turn complaining about physical problems into a competition.  I REALLY loathe this.  Being sick or in pain isn’t about one-upping each other.

So my advice to healthy people out there who are trying to figure out if it’s okay to complain to their chronically ill friends or not is this:  Find a balance.  If you are genuinely not feeling well, don’t be afraid to speak up.  Your chronically ill friend will probably know just how you feel.  But know when to stop and  never try to compare your pain to theirs.  Pain is relative anyway.

You have to take the good with the bad. I subscribe to this philosophy not just when it comes to my life but also when it comes to my favorite hobby – scrapbooking.

I started scrapbooking almost two years ago now. My mom had made me a beautiful scrapbook for my Bat Mitzvah when I was 13. She promised my younger sister Danielle the same thing. But life got in the way and my sister’s Bat Mitzvah scrapbook turned into a middle school graduation scrapbook then a high school graduation scrapbook and finally a college graduation scrapbook.

As Danielle’s college graduation approached my mom still hadn’t started the scrapbook. But I figured maybe I could help. After all, I was home all day with nothing to do. It might even be fun, I figured. I had no idea I would end up loving it so much, that I would find a hidden talent, and a passion… well more like an obsession.

When all was said and done, my sister’s college graduation scrapbook became a three volume set encompassing her entire life up until that point. It was time to move on to other things, so I started in on my own life.

While going through my own pictures from the last several years, there were many pertaining to my illness. Hospital stays, doctors appointments, and so on. There was even a birthday I spent in the hospital.

At first I was hesitant to include these not so happy memories in my scrapbook. But I realized that these were experiences that I also wanted to remember. These bad times in my life are part of what makes me who I am. So I put them in.

The actual time I spend scrapbooking is therapeutic. It exercises my creative muscles and helps me relax for a few hours while I design and arrange, cut and glue, label and decorate.

It’s actually rather therapeutic to scrapbook memories of my illness. Once it is scrapbooked, it feel more concretely in the past. And it can help me look to the future. For instance, I did a page of my me taking my first few steps when I first started walking again. Now I am able to walk around a store! I can look back and remember it and see how far I’ve come!

There are many things that define me a Novel Patient, mainly my collection of unusual illnesses, symptoms and side effects.  But one of them has nothing to do with being sick.  If you recall last November, I started writing a novel.  It’s working title is The Alone Elevator.  It’s a coming of age story set in a dystopian future about the pains and trials of going up and the importance of the freedom to think for yourself.  Here’s a brief summary:

Chosen to attend the prestigious Riddlebane Academy, Kylie Lockmore soon learns secrets that turn her world upside-down.  From the drug her grandmother invented to control the populace to the missing sister she never knew she had, Kylie is forced to question the truth and decide where she stands.

As I’ve been writing this novel I’ve been thinking lately about how I define myself.  So much of my life revolves around and is affected by my illness that it can sometimes feel that that is all I am.  But that is not how I want to be defined.  I am more than a sum of doctors appointments and hospital stays, symptoms and side effects, walkers and wheelchairs.  There are so many other things that define me.  And it occurs to me how important it is that I remember that.  I am a creative thinking feeling being.  I am a graphic and web designer, a scrapbooker, a novelist.  I am a daughter, a sister, a friend, a child of God.  I am so much more than just a “Novel Patient”.

But how do others see me?  Do they see just a “sick girl” with a walker?  Or do they see the real me?  I think that the more I define myself as I want to be defined the more people will see the me I want them to see.  If I focus on being a patient that is what will define me.  But if I focus on being a Novel PERSON…  well that is what I will be and radiate to the world.

Here is an excerpt from the first draft of my novel:

The Alone Elevator Chapter 1 Excerpt

Since I’ve been open with my chronic illness, the positives of letting the world take this journey with me have always outweighed the negatives.  But as I strive to make a career for myself, I am starting to wonder if I’ve made the right decision in being so public with my illness.

Being so open with my illness has certainly brought me many blessings.  I’ve had so much vital support especially during difficult times from the people that read this blog.  Sometimes just reading caring comments from people left here have made the world of difference in my ability to get through the day.  My friends and family also have been better able to know what’s going on with me and stay in the loop, so that they can better understand and support me.  I’ve been able to help others by sharing my story and helping people who are going through similar situations not feel so alone.  And I’ve had an outlet for catharsis for myself.

There have also been some downsides.  Sometimes I get unkind and unwelcome comments left here.  Being so open about my illness opens me up to everyone’s opinion on the matter.  I also sometimes have to be careful of what I say because I know that a person I care about in my life will read what I write and I don’t want to hurt them.

But lately I’ve been working really hard to get myself off disability by starting a career in Transmedia.  I went to ARGFest, a conference for Transmedia and Alternate Reality Games, a few weeks ago where I networked and learned a great deal from the panels and speakers.  I had a blast and came back energized to continue pursuing this as a career.  But while I was there I discovered that a lot of people follow my blog, and I started to wonder how that might negatively effect my chances of succeeding in that industry.  Would people not hire me because they had read my blog and knew I was ill?

So that leaves me in sort of a quandary.  This blog is a big part of my life, but I don’t want to give it up, but I also don’t want to sabotage my own career.  So what do you think?  How has being open with your illness been a positive or negative experience for you?  How has it affected your career?  Please leave me a note in the comments!

Here are some photos from my trip to Atlanta, Georgia for ARGFest!

I’ve been home from the hospital for 45 days today I just realized, and I somehow managed to not blog once this whole time!  I feel terrible, and I hope I haven’t worried anyone!  But I’ve been very busy recovering and living my life.  A novel thing!

I’ve made tremendous progress the last 45 days!  I’ve gone from having a feeding tube to clear liquids to solids to totally normal food.  I started out practically confined to bed, but now I’ve been going out and walking around with my walker again.  I even got my PICC line out last week!  Things are looking up!

And since I’ve been feeling so much better, I’ve been able to enjoy a social life again for the first time in a long time.  It can be really hard to make friends when you debilitated with a chronic illness.  I’ve had very little to no social life for years.  Partly due to pain and lack of energy but also due to lack of friends.  But when I was Baptized back in March into The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, little did I know that I would suddenly find myself with as much social life as I had the energy to keep up with.  It’s been a great blessing!

In fact, I’m feeling so much better that I’m actually leaving to go out of town on Wednesday to ARGFest – a conference for the kind of online games I develop and play.  I will be going for 5 days, and I will be taking my caregiver with me to help me out.  I am super excited and thankful that I am well enough to go!

Now that’s what I call progress!