As this journey continues I feel like I’m on the yellow brick road to the wizard of rhuemotology. As I sit in the waiting area on the day of my appointment, thoughts start to flood my mind. Should I leave now…. Is this another dead end? Wait that’s my name being called. My Rheumatologist is disabled from an accident that occurred during a surgical procedure. This affected her speech and mobility. Her nurse is present at all times during the visit to make sure you understand all communication. This nurse…a chronic illness survivor. This visit was very emotional.  The tears shed were enough to fill a lake. I’d found my new home.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, otherwise known as my job, I was struggling to handle supervising 6 employees, 4 high school interns, and making sure a large firm of over 1000 people had everything from coffee stirrers to pencils. The fatigue was overwhelming . My boss started out being understanding but that didn’t  last very long. Chronic illness doesn’t heal. Jobs want a dependable person not one with a non cooperative disease.  That needs to change. People like me want to work to the best of our ability. After 5 1/2 years I was let go for unsatisfactory work. Translated, you’re sick and we can’t use you anymore. This has been almost a year ago and I haven’t worked since. I struggled to find my working purpose as I’ve never been idle this long. Now I understand what that is. To help others and myself survive this thing called chronic illness.

Think about where you’re going and never

mind where you’ve been..  Abraham Hicks