“Beep, beep, beep, beep!”
The alarm crescendoed. It was 5:30 a.m., sometime in 2017. “Time to make the doughnuts!” I thought.
After getting ready for work (on my own), I effortlessly marched out the front door.
Later, while driving home after an extended shift, I decided to stop at the local supermarket to get some bread to go with our chicken Parmesan dinner, my husband Joe’s favorite dish.
I headed home and started some chores before cooking dinner. I was beat, but I wanted to grab the hubby a fresh towel and some clothes for after his shower. His love language is certainly acts of service.
The cats meowed incessantly to let me know how famished they were. I fed them, but it was total anarchy, probably because they were sick of their food again. I noticed Kukla’s impressive murder mittens when shredded remnants rained down from the kitty condo. I was only able to cut the claws of three pawsies.
My cat Kuklana stares intently. (Photo by Joseph Arthur)
This was an example of a typical day for me for much of the last decade. When I turned 42, suddenly things radically changed. Who would have thought I’d be diagnosed with not one, not two, but three rare diseases in a nine-month span?
Hello, Sjögren’s syndrome. Howdy, Raynaud’s phenomenon. What’s up, autoimmune autonomic ganglionopathy?
These days, I get up a few hours later than before and move at a sloth’s pace. My husband is my caretaker now. The couch and I are pretty tight, but the cats are sick of me being home and always seem to be hiding.
The highlight of my days consists of going for a car ride (I sometimes pretend we’re randomly heading out on an everglade escapade rather than to Home Depot), multiple doctors’ appointments, or taking a walk down the street. I can’t go far, though.
“Look out! Sjogie with a walker heading your way. Oh, please don’t come by me to talk. My mouth is a desert, my tongue is full of cactuses, and I’m too fatigued to converse! No, this is not due to COVID-19.”
All right, now for my point: Adapting to my new life is — gulp — a big deal. I’m picturing Will Ferrell playing Ron Burgundy, declaring, “I’m kind of a big deal.”
I once printed that meme for someone I worked with, which prompted a weird look rather than a chuckle. I quickly realized it would be a good idea to get someone to help me control my emotional whirlwinds and process the shock of becoming this new, bizarre, warped version of myself due to my chronic illness.
Whose puffed up, purply, aged hands are these anyway?
I concluded that I wasn’t going to figure all of this out by myself, as much as I wanted to believe I could. And chances were I wasn’t going to allow myself much-needed healthy releases on my own.
Regarding therapy, can I vent without guilt, without holding back, and without being judged? Yes. Does it help with isolation, especially during the pandemic? Yep. Does it fix the problem? No, but I have access to the best listener and cheerleader.
Plus, I’m able to improve my confidence. I’m also reminded of things when my head gets fuzzy, for example, when I need to advocate for myself.
A wise person once asked me, “Is your jug full?” That’s an excellent question. It can fill up almost to the point of overflow, but good thing I empty it often.
A picture of prosperity. (Photo by Joseph Arthur)
I hope you enjoyed this prelude to my new column, “Diary of Sjogie.” Check back every Monday for more Sjogie-Aspie stories.
“Just because you accept help from someone doesn’t mean you have failed. It just means you’re not in it alone.” – “Life As We Know It”
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If you have Sjögren’s syndrome, when were you diagnosed? Can you relate to feeling like a new version of yourself? What type of emotional support do you have, if any? Please share your thoughts in the comments below, or at the Sjögren’s Syndrome News Facebook page.
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