“Choosing to define yourself as a spoonie is an individual decision. It is not a medical term bestowed upon you by someone else. Other terms, such as disabled and chronically ill, are assigned to us by those in the medical field. No one will call you a spoonie, until you decide to call yourself one. Being a spoonie was fine for others, but I didn’t think it applied to me. Until there was no denying that it did.”

The paragraph above is excerpted from my personal essay, “Am I a Spoonie?” which I’m proud to share was recently published in FLARE Magazine. From the website: “FLARE was named after autoimmune flares one gets when they are chronically ill and a play on the word “flair” for writers to show their “flair” despite the “flares” they encounter.”

Click here to read “Am I a Spoonie?” in its entirety.

For my chronic illness friends, do you consider yourself a spoonie? Or is there another term your prefer? Please share if you’re comfortable!

My son returned to school on Monday after his week-long spring break. It was nice to have a change in my routine and be able to sleep past 6 am.

But his spring break, along with my husband’s days off work (timed to coincide with our son’s week off), just amplified what I am always aware of but generally don’t call attention to — when you live with a chronic illness, you never get a day off.

This is not to say that things are all the same, across the board, for everyone who lives with a chronic illness. Because that’s not the case at all. Medical conditions and health histories differ from person to person. 

However, I think it is fair to say that, for the most part, all chronically ill folks are dealing with a lot on a daily basis:

– overseeing medication: keeping track of when to take the meds, refilling the prescriptions, making trips to the pharmacy to pick up prescriptions and/or arranging to be at home to sign for and receive mailed prescriptions. 

– keeping track of symptoms: looking for patterns between what we did and how we feel. Or patterns between what we didn’t do and how we feel. Or patterns between how we slept and how we feel. Or patterns between what we ate and how we feel. Or patterns about what we didn’t eat and how we feel. You get the idea.

–  managing finances: writing checks to cover co-payments. Making credit card payments towards the expensive, insurance-didn’t-cover-the-full-amount, most-recent, doctor-recommended scan. 

– scheduling: consultations, evaluations, and follow-up appointments. Figuring out days and times for routine lab work. Keeping track of what you can and can’t do before each appointment or medical test. Fasting before some labs, but not all labs. 

– fatigue: it’s not feeling tired. It’s not even being exhausted. Because those are temporary. With a good night’s sleep, general tiredness and exhaustion disappear. Chronically ill folks live with fatigue that is not related to the amount of sleep you get each night. It’s the awful feeling of waking up feeling absolutely un-rested and completely drained and knowing you still have the whole day ahead of you.  

– dealing with side effects: every medication comes with a long list of potential side effects. Some are common, such as constipation and diarrhea (for which you may need medication to help with those side effects, even though those symptoms were caused by medication in the first place). Generally, any possible, unpleasant side effects are deemed worth it by the prescribing doctor. In other words, the possible good outweighs the possible bad — including weight gain and hair loss.  

And there’s one more thing. Something I think most people aren’t even aware of. 

Everyone I know who lives with a chronic illness, also lives with a superpower.

What’s the superpower? you wonder. I’ll tell you:

Pretending we’re well, when we’re not. 

Someone living with a chronic illness and/or chronic pain is never faking being sick. Instead, they’re actually faking being well. 

Every day.