January is dedicated to thyroid awareness. This is my post in support of that effort.
Believe it or not, the first draft of my manuscript is almost done–almost two months after I planned to finish it.
No, “life” didn’t get in the way. My thyroid did. Specifically, the autoimmune disease that decided to attack my thyroid and create a very tense, sick body threw me off course.
I just found out at the end of 2012 that I have Graves’ Disease, possibly the worst-named disease in history. (Really funny alt name is mentioned here in a post with mature content: Gaylord Gary’s Rainbow Disorder.) Sure, Graves’ Disease used to kill people and send them to insane asylums a hundred years ago, but it’s treatable now. It just takes a long time to get it treated properly and I’m still working on that. It ain’t easy, either. And I understand why people used to lose their minds from this, I really do. In fact, I’ve contemplated getting a shirt that says: “Ask me about my Grave’s rage–if you dare.” Another option: “Ask me about my 3-hour panic attacks.”
I’m saving the full story of what happened to me for the book. It’s actually the opening scene on a chapter about “what to do with your homeschooling life if life itself turns suddenly sucky.”
One could argue (and several of my friends have tried to do just this–repeatedly–bless their hearts) that trying to keep up my freelance career (or at least keep it on life support) while homeschooling a kid who likes to plow through assignments and Life of Fred books lead me to blow out my thyroid.
I’m increasingly inclined to think, as the fruit of of family tree with a dusting of autoimmune disease, it was just a matter of time before my heart started racing because I constantly felt like a hamster tied to a treadmill mainlining speed.
In fact, if I had the kid in school (or if I had another couple of kids), worked full time, and carted them to the their respective extracurricular activities, I’d have probably gotten it, too. Heck, with more kids I might have gotten it faster.
Ah, yes…. nature or nurture?
Well, nature is cruel and your DNA can be a real PITA, too.
But I still gotta do a better job of the nurture, nurturing myself that is.
One of the ways that I’m doing that is taking a “chill day.” No, not a weekend day. A day in the middle of the week. A mental health break.
That’s one day–at least every two weeks–where I pull the plug on the ordinary homeschool routine, and we drop our drive to accomplish anything and everything before bed time. We are ahead of the curve for our academic year–and in so many ways, that slowing down isn’t a big deal. Moreover, I find it allows me to loosen up and feel more creative and positive, which is beneficial to us both. Mind you, being prone to constant motion (this may be part of the Graves’ Disease or it may be how I’m wired), I still have to do something, housework or cooking. But it has to be at a slower pace and with the intention of slowing down.
Funny thing–the kid has picked up on this, as kids are prone to do. I hadn’t said anything about “chill days.” But late yesterday, our son remarked that the last “couple of days have been too short.” I asked what he meant, and he walked through everything that we had done: two doctor’s appointments, theatre class, library, park time, an excess of Minecraft (for him, when I had a really, really, really bad morning health-wise), and karate (stripe test!). I asked what he needed to make his days feel longer and he said, “Right now I need to just sit on the floor with my LEGOs and watch Wild Kratts.” So I said okay.
And all was well.
Today I gave him his first formal “chill day.” (Meaning that we’re going to call it that on purpose, together.) He’s having some French toast (gluten free and from a BOX!), making original LEGO creatures, and watching a show. Schoolwork will wait. I will bake a chicken and make some soup–two self-care tasks that require little effort from me. We’ll go play with friends and eat lunch out. I might get the laundry put away. And… that’s about it.
I hope it feels like a long day, long and slow and calm. And I hope other hard-charging homeschoolers (especially those who work from or outside the home) will join us in savoring a day like it soon to keep yourselves well, whether or not your own DNA is loaded with the seeds of an autoimmune disease. Nature may be armed against you but you’ve got the power of nurturance within your grasp.
Use it, people. STAT.
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