Even as I listen to the alarms of my own monitors, angry that things still aren’t quite as they should be, today I just feel so grateful to be alive. Life is so precious and short and wonderful. I feel so lucky to be breathing on my own again. It’s the little things you so easily take for granted.

Overall I’m feeling much much better. I am breathing all by myself after a week of needing a ventilator to breathe for me due to my autoimmune disease paralyzing my breathing muscles.  I’m now out of the ICU. YAY! My double vision is also much better and I am moving all four limbs again!

I am having some high heart rate issues today (with some chest pain and shortness of breath), and I’m possibly brewing another infection somewhere.  So I get to look forward to more tests tomorrow. Fun times!

I am still hopeful though that I’ll get out of here to some degree of soon(ish).

Thank you everyone everyone everyone who has been there for me! This has been a very very scary experience for me and my family, so whether you’ve come to see me or written me a note, signed a card or just kept me in your thoughts and prayers, it all has been so very much appreciated by all of us!!! I love you all and miss you so much!!

I have multiple autoimmune diseases that have made me really sick over the years.  But got a bad skin infection (cellulitis) last week and ended up in the hospital last Friday mostly because I have so many complications including being on a lot of immunosuppressants.  The infection is mostly better now thanks to strong IV antibiotics, but the whole ordeal has triggered my autoimmune brainstem inflammation which is giving me severe double vision and problems moving my left leg.  I am now getting really high doses of IV steroids to try and stop this.  We’ll see how it goes….  Healing thoughts and prayers are most most welcome!!!!  I love you all!  ♥

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“Too young.”

That is a phrase I have heard a lot in different contexts since I’ve been dealing with chronic illness.  I’ve been told I’m “too young to be this sick”, “too young to have to use a wheelchair”, and “too young to have to use a walker”.  Most recently I was told I’m “too young to increase my dose of pain meds” by my pain management specialist.

I went to my monthly pain management specialist appointment last week.  I’ve been having a lot more pain some days lately.  Stabbing pain in my joints that wake me from sleep and make me gasp in pain when I walk (but yes I’m still walking 99% of the time!).  I went to my appointment with the hope that I would get some relief.  But my doctor felt that I am “too young” to increase my pain meds.  I left feeling disappointed, a little angry, and still in pain.

On one hand I understand her concern.  If I have to keep increasing my pain meds now, what will I do in five, ten, or twenty years for my chronic pain?  What will I do if I end up in the hospital with an acute flare of Autoimmune Pancreatitis which is extremely painful and no pain meds will work anymore?

But on the other hand, I’m in pain now.  And despite what people what people might say, the unfortunate reality is that I’m not “too young” to be in this much pain.  And my age doesn’t make my pain any less painful or any less valid.  And my age especially doesn’t make my pain any less deserving of treatment.

Overall I’ve been happy with my pain specialist doctor.  I’m grateful that she is willing to prescribe me pain medication at all.  I went through several doctors before her who flat out refused to treat me because of my age.

The crux of the problem I think is that chronic pain is invisible.  No one can see my pain.  My pain specialist doctor certainly can’t.  Only I can feel it.  However, though my pain is invisible, I certainly am not.  And I cannot let my invisible pain (nor any of my other invisible illnesses) make me feel invisible.

So what do I do?

I need to speak up for myself and advocate for myself more.  I cannot let myself feel intimidated about telling my pain specialist that I disagree with her decisions.  If I shrink back and keep this to myself, I make myself invisible as my pain.

I also need to share my experience with the people in my life, so they can understand what I’m going through.  I’m not talking about whining about being in pain, but, in the appropriate settings, tell the people in my life what it feels like physically and emotionally to be in my shoes.  Part of that is this blog.  Sharing my journey on this blog helps me feel empowered and lets me make my invisible illness visible.

The bottom line is I am “too young” for just one thing… I am “too young” to let this beat me!

This week is Invisible Illness Awareness Week!  Nearly 1 in 2 people live w/ a chronic condition, most of them invisible. If it’s not you, it’s someone you love.  Help spread the word!

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.

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!