Profile of An Overachieving Spoonie
My schedule is jam packed with work, assignments, writing, and homework. Occasionally, there’s a hair appointment or an actual meal – you know, one where I’m not working or studying, but just eating and maybe conversing. But most of the time, it’s all work and no play making this Jane a dull girl. I’m balancing a lot of full plates. On one hand, I have a school – finishing up my associates and then my double major, certifications, sports and work. On the other, I’m juggling a writing career, volunteering and life with multiple chronic illness.
I’d be willing to admit it’s this lifestyle that got me into this mess….but then, I can’t remember ever being really healthy. I mean, my lungs and I have been locked into combat since day one.
I know my constant motion, my constant level of activity doesn’t help. I take precautions – my life is regimented by my medication and sleep schedule. I try for 8 hours a night and absolutely insist on 6. I take my vitamins, my supplements and drink a ton of water. I realize my doctor is probably shaking his head when I leave his office, reminding him, “I don’t have time to be sick.”. But the truth is- I don’t know how to be any other way.
I’ve talked about stopping. I’ve talked about slowing down, maybe dropping this activity or that one, but I can’t. The truth is: my frenzied pace is my security blanket. When I’m rushing from here to there or I’m on a deadline for this or that, I don’t have time to think about my next lab draw, my next appointment, or my diagnoses. My thoughts are on this assignment, this article, this fundraiser, this event. I may get a few free moments to worry at the end of the day, but they are blessedly brief as sleep quickly overtakes my exhausted body.
I know the toll this lifestyle has on me. I know the frenetic pace has increased my pain and fatigue and weakened my battered immune system. I know I can only go on vitamin and supplements so long before we may question their benefit. I know I tire of the 10 minute medication routine each morning so that I can function and the 10 minutes at night so I can sleep mostly through the night. I know I’m young, and that this may just be the tip of the iceberg. The thing is – this is who I am – and despite it all – I’m afraid to stop moving. I’m afraid of what might happen if I stopped.
Article written by staff writer, Agnes Reis
Agnes is a nursing student in Minnesota. She was diagnosed with CFIDs in 1999 followed by fibromyalgia the following year, along with lifelong allergies, asthma and migraines. She can be found at brigid22.wordpress.com or @brigid22 on twitter, but cautions twitter followers that there’s a heavy dose of sports and nursing along with the spoons.
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