I’m sorry if I’ve been absent lately.
I defended my dissertation at the beginning of August, officially submitted it the middle of August, and moved from Michigan to New York at the end of August. So needless to say, it has been a busy month and a half.
As for what I’m doing in New York, I was accepted into the Health Advocacy Master’s program at Sarah Lawrence College. This is a really exciting opportunity and I am so grateful for it.
What I am not so grateful for, however, is a stressful move while trying to keep lupus and RA at bay.
Our move was pretty complicated because we don’t have our own place yet. So some stuff went to my parents’ in Michigan, we mailed some stuff to my boyfriend’s dads apartment in New York City (where we are currently and temporarily staying), brought some of our stuff to their house in Upstate New York, and put the rest in storage. That means while right now I have the luxury of a doorman and an elevator, I have stuff spread across four different locations in two states.
We rented a storage box to move the majority of our stuff, and it arrived three hours late the day we needed it. There were some other issues with the company that made it very stressful, as if moving, under normal circumstances, isn’t stressful enough.
But I digress.
Physically and emotionally, moving is difficult, even for those without chronic illnesses. So for those of us with chronic illnesses, well…
Moving is exhausting. School is exhausting. RA is exhausting.
This isn’t a good combination.
Right now, I am trying to manage the fatigue, but it isn’t easy.
I am also trying to establish care with new doctors, and trying to procure medications with new insurance.
So my life feels totally disordered and in flux.
Miraculously, I haven’t had a flare (yet), but I have to be realistic and assume that it is coming.
I am also trying to settle in to city life, which has it’s own complications when dealing with RA. I’ll try to write about all of this more, and more coherently, but for now, that’s what is going on with me.
The moral of this story is that no matter how far I move from my “home” in Michigan, I can’t leave lupus and RA behind, or rather, they don’t stay behind. I move, and they come, too.
Have you moved? How have you handled the stress of illness and the stress of moving?
Published On: September 17, 2013