How To Handle Having A Caregiver

Here’s the thing when I typed “how to handle having a caregiver” into google I thought that it was gonna say things like letting someone helping you doesn’t mean your not an adult or they aren’t babysitting you and that this is needed those kinds of things but no this is what I found…

The articles none of them were pointed at the person who was sick, I find it so hard to have a caregiver to let someone help me.

I’m an adult and have to have someone come here and watch me?

As of 2018 I’ve become someone who has a caretaker, and a respite care worker. Two people that watch me most of the time. I don’t always know how to handle being cared for.

From the time your born you learn how to be independent. We learn to make sure to cry when we need something, we learn that being nice and smiling can help. That we learn to crawl to get something our selfs. We learn to walk so we can do things on our own.

We go to school so we can learn we do chores so we can be able to clean our homes when we are adults.

We learn to go use the to shower how to cook how to drive so we can do things all by ourselves.

As I get the blessing of living longer and longer I’ve been needing more and more help.

My respit caregiver is kind, and she helps me by really truly is here by just being here. With the diseases I have, it can change fast. I could hurt myself if I had a seizure if I had a a reaction. And so on so on.

I am learning to find this as a way for me to help someone have a job, to know this is ok

I’m learning to look at independence differently. To know I’m still an adult. I still need help but it doesn’t mean I’m lazy.

So how to have a caregiver- be kind, tell them if you need something even if you could possibly do it yourself but you know you shouldn’t, tell them thank you and be kind to them, if they make you feel uncomfortable say something to either them or the other people in your life. Think about them like the nurse on Monk solving crimes and someone walks around and helps him he’s still an adult. (We all know Natalie on Monk was way better then the first)

It’s not lazy. It’s not crazy.

Be kind be good be love

Shayweasel is sitting down

Be jealous of all this..

I’ve had a few people tell me they are jealous I can stay home and watch tv all day! Or that I’m able to read all the time! To be able to eat a bunch of calories and not worry about gaining weight or that I’m so skinny! But honestly if your gonna be jealous of something here

I’m very sassy!

I’m beautiful!

I’m creative!

My parents are steve and Sherri!

My niece Rory knows more then you do!

My niece Wavey is a very fiery red head!

I have twin sisters who are way more beautiful then any other twins!

My nephew Carson is very excitebul

My best friend Jazzy can tell you everyone in our favorite tv shows names!

All dogs love me!

I know every episode of the walking dead! And I’ve seen it twice!

My best friend Macy is one of the funniest people I know and has a great heart!

My sister Stephie is selfless and kind and always gives her helping hand on anything!

I am very good at finding my way around!

I can tell you weird facts about anything! Facts you never wanted to know!

My sister Sam is a quietly loud person with a heart of gold and kindness flows out of her!

I’ve been to Washington state during a toxic stuff released into the air be jealous of that somehow..

I have amazingly wonderful family!

I’m very good at sitting and talking!

I’m a great cook!

My friends are amazingly fab!

My best friend Dara is amazingly sweet and the best gift giver I’ve ever known!

My mom can paint wonderfully!! She can sing more amazing then anyone I know!!

My papa is an amazing reader singer and funny and wonderful at speaking!

My sister vana is super smart she always keeps herself doing things for others!

My brother Sean is one to ask if you have any questions about sports and cares so much about everyone no matter what!

My best friend Josephine can talk just as much as me!!!

This is what you should be jealous about! Be jealous of these friends these family theses facts theses laughs!!

Be jealous of all this!

Shayweasel isn’t jealous!

To The People Who Say I Talk About My Illnesses To Much

On a couple different occasions people have told me I talk about my illnesses too much..

 

We need to go back, to a moment….

When was the first time you heard about autism? How did you learn about peanut allergies? What was the first time you knew what Crohn’s disease was? What about cancer?? ….. Who told you these things? And if you say you read it on the Internet..

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Then someone had to talk about it for you to read it.. Someone had to write the words you wrote. Someone had to discuss what was going on inside their own body or someone close to them..

 

These things NEED to be talked about, how many life have been saved since people started talking about breast cancer? How many earlier screens have saved a life? How many people have known the symptoms of meningitis and knew when to go get help? How do you know to go to the doctor when you have the flu? Because you knew what to watch for…

 

Someone has to talk about these things for you to understand them…
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People don’t know normally what is Gastroparesis is or what it’s like having 9 food allergies let alone 40 food allergies.. And the only way we can find a cure the only way we can get better is… By talking about it..

 

And on the other hand.. When I do everything throughout the day I must think.. Is this food safe? Did I touch something? Did I get up too fast? Am I having an allergic reaction? Is my headache my normal headache or something more?

 

My body is failing me, I can’t go throughout a day without thinking about it.. I am not talking about my illnesses because I’m bored or have nothing else going on but because no matter what I do no matter how I handle my life. My illnesses control part of it. I must think about it because if I don’t.. I could kill myself. If I touched a walnut if I wasn’t paying attention to what I was eating, if I didn’t watch what I was doing. I could hurt even kill myself…

 

My illnesses don’t take breaks, my illnesses don’t take days off, my illnesses don’t get magically better with medicine.. My illnesses without meaning to have to control part of what I do because I am living in a body that is broken but no way to fix it…

So yes I talk about my illnesses a lot yes this is part of my life on a daily basis if I didn’t talk about it you wouldn’t know what it was or what I was going through. You wouldn’t understand how easily a peanut can kill me or corn, a tree nut, or even some food that I didn’t crew well… Something could kill me easily and by talking about it it could save me…

There is this part of me that wants you to know that the main reason I talk about it, is because if we don’t talk about it because if we say nothing then nothing will change.. We won’t get treatment… we won’t get a cure.. We won’t get better life because no one will be doing research about what’s going on inside our bodies.

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We not only need awareness we need understanding… We need help, because we need people to understand give us as much awareness as possible because then maybe we could save another life from pain and from being without a diagnoses and without help… Because people with chronic illnesses, rare diseases can go years in horrid pain without a diagnosis without any help, and without understanding…

 

So thankfully we have people who talk about rare diseases, chronic illnesses because maybe one day when I say I have EoE people will have as much understanding as they do for when someone says they have cancer..

I didn’t choose to get a rare disease I just got a few… So if I don’t talk about my rare disease no one will know..

 

So yes my diseases are sometimes the highlight of my life but it’s because it affects my life in every way…

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Thanks for reading about my talking about my illnesses, diseases can be invisible, which is why they are called invisible illnesses, we must first understand that awareness is the key..

 

If you want to talk about this more with me, leave a comment or email me, we can discuss the horridness of chronic and rare diseases,

 

Shayweasel out…

Write Your Story

I have this notebook my sister Stephie gave me, on it it reads “Write Your Story” my whole life I’ve heard this saying write your story, make your own life, live your own life, but I have noticed lately.. People they don’t live there life’s, they just live… They just go doing nothing, but they aren’t taking breaths with purpose and they aren’t writing their own stories they are letting their stories be written for them.

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Its as if we live in a world where you can live with the way things are or we can change them or we can try to change them, we might take a long time we change them. But we are working throws it.

Its hard to write your own story, because that means you have to live with purpose and with love and you have to try so much harder than ever just to live, you have to be able to try you have to let yourself try and write it. It doesn’t mean you plan out every part of your life it means you live your life as it happens.

When you fall, you get up, you go on. You keep living you keep going on with your life. You don’t give up. You will get shot down on a weekly basis but you have to remember that you are amazing.

People will hate you but truly as long as you don’t hate you, you’ll be okay.. Life is amazing it demands to be lived. Life doesn’t happen when you sit on the side lines if you’re like me you don’t do well playing the field but you’ve found a way to be in the action without ever stepping a foot on the field. I don’t play the same games as the ones on the field but it doesn’t mean I’m not living.

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I will be the author of my own story, I will live my life. I can’t live anyone else’s because my life is my own. I take breaths and I walk and I believe in tomorrow. I also believe in today.

Because tomorrow could always be worse than today, so believe in today.

I leave you with this.. When you live life as just with going through and not really trying are you then one writing your story? Or is someone else in control? Or are you letting the way other people feel about you… Have an impact on your writing of your story?

 Write your story, no one could write it better then you…

Dear Epipens and AuviQs

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Dear Epipens and AuviQs

 

Thank you for being a thing. Thanks for saving my life.

  AuviQ thanks for calmly talking me through these moments in life where my heart beats fast as my hand holds you and I take a deep breath and put you in my leg to save my life. As my throat was closing slowly it opens up and I’m able to breath.

  Thank you AuviQs and Epipens for being there when I’m going into a horrifying shock that is known as anaphylactic. Thanks for saving my life all the times you have.

  Thanks for opening my air ways so I can breath and even opening them that one time when I almost waited to long to use you. Thanks for opening them up and letting me live.

  Thank you AuviQ for being small so I can take a smaller bag, and be able to fit into my pocket and save my life when need be.

  Thanks Epipen for saving me on that Friday when my friend had to use it on me. Thanks.

AuviQ thanks for that time a few months ago where you saved my life twice in one night once on the chase in my living room and again in the ride to the hospital.

 Thanks to the people who make AuviQs and Epipens available and that make them small and make them so I am able to have them. Thank you so much AuviQ Thank you so much Epipen I won’t be alive without you.


Signed ShayWeasel… Thank you guys are a life saver.

I Won’t Fail My Failing Body

 

Today I ate lunch and then as my disease made up its mind that this food I had taken into my body was not going to stay, I went to the restroom and vomited, a few times. I tried not to make it a big deal or anything.

When I came out of the restroom, a lady stood there just looking at me and she said “Are you bulimic?” there are a few things about this question, one if the answer was yes that is not the way to ask a stranger in the restroom. But I answered “No I have a disease called gastroparesis my stomach is paralyzed and doesn’t work the way it should.” she then went “Oh well why do you have it?” I hadn’t ever had someone ask me this follow up question before. I answered “They don’t know the reason why. It might be genetics.” She followed up with this “Maybe you just haven’t taken care of yourself.” She then left the restroom and I stood there and looked into the mirror.

My collarbones have become so much more visible, its not by choice believe me. My legs are thin, my cute round face is less round theses days, even though I have a little left of my moon face from the meds a few weeks ago. I stood there and thought.

Its not fair to me, because I have a chronic illness that people feel the need to either tell me how to heal myself or tell me that I’m not taking care of myself. If I had cancer I would be brave, and cancer is hard to face, but I don’t understand why the fact that I “just” have a chronic illness that I should just deal with it. It doesn’t seem fair. I was born with illnesses and more illnesses have attacked my strong so strong body. I’ve been through more in my life health wise than most. I’ve had crazy days and I’ve been in a places where I had to make crazy hard choices.

My body is failing me. I didn’t fail it. I didn’t make myself sick. I just am sick. I’m okay with my illnesses hurting me but I’m not okay with people telling me Its my fault. I do not have cancer, no. I have an illness that is incurable. Its lifelong, Its painful. Its horrifying sometimes. I have things that are undiagnosed. I had a doctor straight up tell me that I’ll most likely be in some pain forever, and that he was sorry. I have had surgeries not many just two, I’ve had an air tumor in my nose.. What’s that? My doctors didn’t even know.

   So no I didn’t fucking give myself theses illnesses Its not my fault. You can tell me off when I’m vomiting in the restroom, but only if you will hold my hair and then give my toilet paper so I can blow my nose and get all the vomit out it. I didn’t make myself vomit, my body is not working. My stomach has just stopped. My doctors are working to either find a med that works or a feeding tube might come into play or I might have to do some other stuff that I truly just don’t want to do. I want to go and live my life. I really want to go on that long bike ride.

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I’m strong. I’m really strong, but you see me as an attention seeker in some weird public restroom, you didn’t ask my name, you didn’t tell me you were sorry this happened to me, no you blamed me. My body is not my fault. My mind is not my fault. The things that happen to me are not my fault. I only get to choose how I react to them. And man I’ve reacted damn well… I’ve done pretty good. I choose to wake up. I choose to keep going because I don’t see the choose to stop.

   My body is failing me, but one thing’s for sure, I’m not failing my body.

 

This has been Wesday the day where I rant about whatever I please. And today I ranted… Don’t blame me for my illness, I will not fail my body.

Thanks for reading~ Shannon DeRose (Shayweasel)

The Medical World Has failed

This post should really bother you, if it doesn’t….

 

The medical world has failed horridly for people with chronic illnesses, they have failed us. I as someone who has multiple chronic illnesses I know. Because as the doctors talk to you like you are either stupid or like you are suppose to understand everything. I have health issues and the doctors they act like I’m suppose to put up with being in pain and being sick because they have no fucking clue how to live with chronic illness, when I go to the doctor and I say well I had one good day last week and then I say “I only threw up twice all day.” Yea thats a good day, I’m fed up with doctors treating people with chronic illnesses like its our fault, and oh they do.

in the medical world you sometimes have to wait nine weeks to nine months to a few years to get to see the only doctor who has any clue what they are doing, people are either misdiagnosed or they are called insane and sent home, or better yet put somewhere like an mental hospital when they have a physical illness that needs to be treated by a doctor who will listen.

Living with an illness is hard but personally what’s harder is hearing the words “It is all in your head” “You are already on the treatment” “the medicine I put you on is suppose to help”

My sarcastic answers to these questions are much easier for me to say then really dealing with another doctor and another treatment that didn’t work. The medical world is not helping because out of the 7000 rare diseases there are only 200 that have cures and most of the rare diseases don’t have treatments, theses diseases are unknown and so most of them are undiagnosed so you have a ten year old child whose body parts body out of place and everyone just says she is loose jointed and then they go on and act like this is fine and then when she is 15 her body hurts and other weird things keep happening but what happens when that same girl gets in a car crash and she is rushed to the ER and she is talking and all is fine but then she dies her heart burst because she has EDS and it wasn’t on any of her paperwork and she didn’t even know, because no doctor put all the pieces together, what happens then?

They die, okay lets go back a little, sometimes doctors want to put us into small little boxes when in reality some of us have multiple rare diseases, and we don’t fit into the boxes of us, well the people with EDS might be able to fit into small boxes but not health wise. The medical world needs to admit they failed the people with chronic and rare disease.

It needs to change, we don’t need to be treated like we are insane every time we walk through the door, my stomach when I throw, I just throw up like a gush of water, if you didn’t want to know that then I’m sorry, but it seems the doctors they don’t want to know either, because as soon as they come into the room, they have made up their minds, when are blood test show we are normal, maybe you aren’t doing the right blood test, maybe its you doctors, because every chronic illness person thinks its there fault, and I don’t know where doctors got this idea that everyone is making up their illnesses, but they aren’t. Maybe five people are but most of them aren’t and you need to deal with the fact that maybe you doctor have no clue what is wrong but do tell me that you know something is wrong, tell me you believe me, even if you can’t help me, just be honest with me and say you can’t because as the person with the illness, I’m not just trusting you with my illness, I’m trusting you with my life.

We have illnesses, we aren’t fakers, we are sick, so dear medical world right now you are failing the people with chronic and rare illness/diseases, and we know that we may never get better but we want some help. So please help us.

  As always I might be a spoonie for life but I just hope I’m not always in pain.