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I really don’t like doing housework! Even when I was able bodied I employed someone to clean for me. This was for two reasons, when working long days and often juggling two jobs, I just didn’t have the time or energy, and I was happy to employ another woman who was usually in need of earning the cash cash.

Now even if I wanted too, cleaning hoovering and dusting is just impossible for me either in terms of pain levels, energy and shortness of breath. My cleaner only comes weekly, and sometimes she misses a week, if floors are not cleaned or surfaces dusted, I often don’t notice. When I’m not wearing my contact lenses I can’t see well enough to notice either! Most of my visitors know me well enough not to comment if they spot something amiss.

The only person who does remark on things is my cousin Polly, who at 76 threatens to clean for me if I lived nearer her! Knowing full well that there is no way I would let her! I’ve only just persuaded Polly to stop cleaning for a 93 year old whose clutter was just proving too much to cope with.

The worst household task for me after cooking, is washing up. I have a great little tabletop dishwasher, which is a great boon, but it still needs emptying and stacking. As I don’t generate enough washing up to use it daily, I land up with a pile of dishes waiting to washed. Dealing with them, as well as cleaning the kitchen surfaces and the trays I use (my flat is too small for a dining table) is a task I always put off until I run out of cutlery or plates.

I would rather be writing this blog, answering emails, going genealogy research, catching up up TV, almost anything than having to sort out the kitchen!

As I write this there is a pile of dishes in soak ready for me to deal with.

When I had a carer who also did housework this was no problem, she did washing up whenever she came in. Great, no problems. But my current carer only does care and I can’t get my new cleaner to come in twice a week and some weeks she doesn’t come at all so I’m back to sorting out my own washing up.

It’s not really the time issue, but the pain factor that gets me. My kitchen is not adapted in any way, other than having lever taps. So I either have to stand, a sure way of getting breakthrough pain, or perch on a stool, meaning stretching and shoulder pain. As well as hoping my grip works and I don’t drop anything.

I know what the pain will be, I know I’ll get breathless, I know I’ll be exhausted at the end of doing it and land up lying down in a heap. Hence the procrastination.

But, in the absence of a fairy, even a good elf would do, until someone invents a kitchen robot or droid, I just have to do it myself.

No more excuses, the kitchen awaits!

iPad Holder Update

Standzfree Universal iPad Holder

Standzfree Universal iPad Holder

Back in September last year, I wrote about the Standzfree  iPad holder. I commented about how good this iPad holder was, but also mentioned one flaw in relation to being unable to charge your iPad whilst using it. Now Standzfree has solved that problem. I upgraded my iPad recently. My lovely old original iPad was getting very slow & kept crashing, so I treated myself to the new iPad Air. I’m thrilled with it and love its lightness. But, it cannot be used with my original stand. I quickly discovered that Standzfree has now brought out a universal holder, which works with all tablets and means it’s possible to charge your tablet whilst using it. Just perfect! The two lower grips are fixed but the upper one is spring-loaded, meaning your iPad Is really secure. It holds the iPad Air when it’s in a case very snugly either in portrait or landscape mode. An indispensable gadget for any disabled person.

The sad news yesterday of the death of Peaches Geldof, took me back many years. At the time her mother Paula Yates and I shared a solicitor. Paula was divorcing Bob Geldof and whilst we never met, her erratic timekeeping sometimes impacted on my appointments. I gained the impression she was not the easiest of clients. When Paula was presenting The Big Breakfast Show I was invited to go onto the programme, but having briefly watched it, I felt that it would not exactly enhance my professional reputation, so declined, as I also did with invites from Jerry Springer and Jeremy Kyle.

My other link to Peaches is less tenable, she is only one year younger than my own daughter. Her two boys are a year or so younger than my own grandsons. Newspaper articles in the more respectable papers today talk of the trauma Peaches experienced when her parents divorced, no doubt increased by the death of her mother. Much has been written about Peaches feeling unable to grieve for her mother or burying that grief deep within herself.

My own daughter, whilst knowing her mother, did not spend much time living with her as she grew up. As is common in many African cultures (my daughter is Zulu) my daughter was mainly raised by other family members whilst her birth Mum was busy qualifying in her profession and making a living. However, she cannot remember her father, who died in an unexplained car accident when she was just three years old. She feels that loss still and has tried hard to ensure her sons have a father who is involved in their lives and well as other positive male role models.

Peaches was clearly determined to give her boys a more stable home life than she had experienced, much like my own daughter. I often reflect than when we become parents ourselves we either parent our children as we were parented, or as I, my daughter and Peaches have done parent diametrically opposite the way we were raised.

We may still have the same goals of teaching our children good manners, respect for others and a good work ethic, as well as the spiritual and moral codes we hope they will share, and pass on to their own children. But how we help our children achieve these is often expressed in positive actions rather than the negativity that may have clouded our own childhood.

My thoughts and prayers are with Tom Cohen, those two beautiful boys Astala and Phaedra and the Geldof family at this time. In Judaism we say; ‘Zikhronah livrakha’ may her memory be for a blessing.

 

 

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Council bureaucracy and van drivers who can’t read!

When I first moved to this flat seven years ago I applied for a Blue Badge parking space outside my flat, as on the road where I live there are often more cars than parking spaces. It should have been a simple and straightforward process, I had been granted my Blue Badge by the same council I was applying to for a parking bay. Both processes required that I was unable to walk more than 50 yards.

I was speedily issued with my Blue Badge, but when it came to the parking space the OT who assessed me somehow decided that because I was using a mobility scooter and not a wheelchair I could not be granted a bay. I appealed and the same decision was repeated. So I contacted a firm of solicitors with expertise in such matters and they agreed to represent me under the Legal Aid scheme so I could challenge the council decision by Judicial Review. Several letters were not responded to and it was only when my solicitors were within days of fixing the court hearing that the council caved in and agreed to grant me the bay.

Great, I thought, no more parking problems! But I was mistaken, it seems that a high number of delivery drivers (they are the worst culprits) are unable to read. I often discover that when I’m not parked in the space, they decide it’s a convenient spot to leave their vehicles whilst delivering to my neighbours. So I’m often unable park anywhere near my flat and find myself blocking the road until the parking bay is free. I also find that other Blue Badge holders often use the bay, which they do not need to. Anyone with a Blue Badge may park in any residents bay in this borough for an unlimited period.

Occasionally too, the empty bay gets used by mums driving ‘Chelsea Tractors’ drooping their children off for play dates or parties. They are usually rather more polite and apologetic than white van man!

If I need to park in another residential street I invariably avoid any Blue Badge bay outside someone’s house out of consideration for the person who applied for the bay and therefore needs to use it themselves. I wish others would be as thoughtful.

Sometimes the car using the bay outside my flat has no Blue Badge, which means in theory that I could call the council and ask that the car be ticketed and removed. But, due to cuts neither parking wardens or the pick-up truck work outside ‘office hours’. Thus it can be hours, and at the weekend, days before the car is driven away or is forcibly removed.

Having noticed several other bays in my borough that are now for designated Blue Badge holders only I called the council to enquire how I can get the bay outside designated solely for my use. I was not impressed to discover I have to undergo yet another assessment!

I asked why and was told it was ‘procedure’! I explained that I receive DLA, soon to be PIP, only to be told that didn’t matter I still needed to be assessed. I really cannot understand why. If I’m entitled to a Motability car by reason of having the Higher Rate Mobility Component of DLA why do I need to prove that I use a wheelchair? It is well known that the road I live in is ‘parking premium street’ In council-speak, so why waste my time and the council’s money on paying yet another OT to assess me again?

In September last year I filled in the form and got someone to post it for me. It took seven weeks and four frustrating phone calls to finally get an appointment for my assessment. I was lucky that a friend was able to come with me and that someone in the council managed to get permission for me to park in the Town Hall car park, so I didn’t have to risk getting a parking ticket, as parking in notoriously difficult near the Town Hall.

My OT assessor was a young man, only a couple of years out of college as a guess. I used to employ OTs at work and this one did not appear very knowledgeable. Despite giving him a written account of my Medical History and Medications, he asked a number of questions which indicated he didn’t understand my medical conditions. Within 15mins we were out of the door again, having been told I was eligible for the bay! A waste of time & money for all concerned!

That appointment was in mid November last year. By Xmas I still had no further letter from the council saying when the signage would be amended to personalise the bay.

Eventually, half way through January and after several more phone calls, I got a letter saying the work would be done by the end of February. I was also sent a special permit, which I proudly displayed on my car windscreen. February came and went and still no new signage. During the first week of March, I finally managed to speak to someone who assured me the work will be done within the next two weeks.

Still nothing happened. One Friday however, several bays including the one outside my flat were all suspended. I mistakenly presumed that the personalisation of my bay was about to happen. No workmen turned up and the only other activity was the tow truck taking three cars away. A bonus for the council of £1,000, the cost for the drivers to get their cars back from the car pound.

Again, more phone calls, this time I was given an actual date 7th April. I was told that the suspension notices would allocate a temporary bay for me further down on my side of the road. Whether I can access it or not, of course depends on other drivers leaving the space free.

On Sunday evening, no luck! The space was occupied by another car. I can’t move my car before 8am on Monday morning, as my carers don’t come that early and if I put my contact lenses in at that time I will have to take them out mid afternoon, greatly restricting my day. I managed to park fairly near my flat on the other side of the road.

The first thing I heard this morning when I woke was the tow truck taking cars away. More money for the Council! Eventually at about 11am the workmen arrived and within 45mins the bay was finally personalised, so nobody else should park there in future. If anyone does, the police as well as the council have the power to tow the offender’s vehicle away.

For now, I’m just delighted to have my personalised bay, after 8 months of battling. It will give me greater freedom, I often worry about going out at night, or coming home in the evening, as experience has taught me that is the most common time for non Blue Badge Holders to occupy my bay. All I hope is that others will respect the signage and park elsewhere!

Post Office Blues

One of the local charities where I live gives assistance to people such as myself who need help with shopping or other tasks. Jill, my wonderful cheerful volunteer is a boon. She helps me do supermarket shopping. A much less stressful experience than using the staff in the supermarket. (See my blog entitled Why the Difference?). Jill also willingly helps with other tasks that are hard for me to do.

Bright and breezy though Jill always is, her face darkens when I ask her to send a parcel or letter recorded delivery for me. The only post office near where I live is a Sub-Post Office,  (the local main post office was closed a couple of years back) is not easily wheelchair accessible. On the one day I tried, accompanied by a friend to help get my chair over the door step, I was told that my wheelchair was too big to use inside!! The postmaster is not known for his sunny countenance or his speed. When I used to be able to walk into the sub-post office, he once yelled at me for moving a chair so I could sit down as the queue was quite long.

If posting a parcel is not an easy task, collecting one is harder. The local collection office is small and inaccessible. Again, when I could manage to walk in I used to sit on one of the two seats provided, and hope that I could keep my place in the inevitable long queue. But the seats were then removed, I never discovered why. So I resorted to driving into to the car park and tooting the car horn until someone took pity on me and collected my parcel for me.

Driving in and out of the sorting office car park is somewhat hazardous as it’s off a busy main road. It is also rather small, meaning no possibility of turning around. Resulting in having to back out, engendering some interesting hand signals from other motorists.

Having Jill helping me means I can wait nearby in a supermarket car park, whilst she collects my package for me. Making everything much easier and less stressful.

But why can’t all Post Offices and sorting offices be wheelchair accessible and have seating for those who need it? The main Post Office in Eastbourne, East Sussex is a superb example of how a Post Office should be.

I’m aware that some of the regulations for Crown Post Offices do not apply to Sub Post Offices, but accessibility and usability is essential so that everyone can use them freely. After all, we cannot go elsewhere, the Post Office still has a monopoly.

Puzzling Packaging

Why, oh why to firms insist on over packaging parcels?

I’ve had two parcels this last week, one from a Natural Heath company and the other from a well-known kitchen supplies chain. Both packages were far larger than they needed to be.

The once from the health company contained three bottles of vitamins. Two were approx 4″ high and 1.5″ diameter, the other 2.5″ high and 1″ diameter.

The box they came in was 18″ x 12″ x 9″. At first I thought I’d received something I hadn’t ordered, the container was so large. Having dug down through the crumpled brown paper, I found the three bottles. Each of them was well covered in bubble-wrap. As I tried to extricate the bottles I realised the bubble-wrap was sticky on one side, making easy removal impossible!

It look me over 10 mins to cut everything free. I was left with yet another box to crush and recycle, the packaging going the same way. A task I delegated to Jill, the lovely volunteer who helps me with food shopping and tidying up. She used a full recycling sack with all the boxes I’d accumulated recently.

I expected the butter knives I ordered from the kitchen company to come in a Jiffy bag or similar. They are not sharp, but with their moulded handles much easier to use than ordinary knives. They came in a box too, it was about 12″ x 8″ x 4″, just for four knives!

Again, more crushed brown paper and the knives themselves inside moulded clear plastic on cardboard.

Surely such a large box was unnecessary in both cases? The crushed brown paper was clearly new, and even if it was itself recycled, a waste of resources and adding cost to my shopping.

We are encouraged not to use non-recyclable shopping bags, surely mail order companies should be expected only use enough packaging, not too much?

Buy on the High Street, I hear you say. Not easy in a wheelchair. The only shop where I could order the vitamin supplements is not wheelchair accessible and neither is the local shop selling (rather expensive) kitchen impedimenta.

So until I can access local shops, I have to buy on-line.

Using the local post office and sorting office is another story for a different blog.

Every been frustrated at not being able to squeeze the last of the mayo out of the bottle?

Well if you have arthritis, as I do, squeezing bottles of goopy substances is not easy to do. I’m sure that Hellmann’s make much of their profit from the mayo left in so-called squeezable bottles!

Recently one product I’ve used for years, Body Shop Aloe Calming Cleanser, has imagechanged the bottle it is supplied in. At first I though that my fingers were just getting worse, but then quickly realised that the bottle had changed and the plastic used is much firmer than before, making it very hard to squeeze the cleanser out.

I’m reluctant to change to a different brand as I have quite sensitive skin and know that Body Shop products don’t cause me to have skin reactions.

So come on Body Shop, please change this container back again, so it’s easier to use!

And whilst I’m complaining, why does your ‘Love your body’ card only work in your shops and not on-line? For disabled people getting to your shops is not always easy, whilst they are very accessible, there is often no parking nearby making shopping impossible, hence I buy most of your products on-line.

Other stores I use, which also have loyalty cards, allow these to be used for on-line purchases, but not Body Shop. Why?

By not letting me be credited with points when shopping on-line you are effectively discriminating against me and other disabled shoppers in the same position.

Please re-think and come up with a fair solution for all your customers.

Finding a Cleaner

In London, for many people finding an honest, reliable and competent cleaner is not easy. If you are disabled, it seems to be even more difficult.

When I first needed help with personal care and doing housework, my care was provided through the local authority where I live, an outer London borough. These services were contracted out to care agencies. For the first year when I was living in a different part of the borough both my care and housework were provided by the same agency, and although I was allocated very few hours both the women sent to me were very good. They were kind and compassionate and the lovely woman who did my personal care was actually a qualified nurse in her own country. She was better than many qualified nurses I have encountered in the NHS.

However, when I moved to the area I now live in, although I was living in the same borough, I had services provided by a different agency. In the first year I had them I must have been sent over 20 different carers! I never knew what time they would arrive or who I would be seeing. Very unsettling, even worse, many of them did not seem to either understand or speak English, much less know either how to clean or deliver personal care.

Having managed Nursing Homes and care staff for over 20 years, I am used working with staff from many different ethnic backgrounds, as well as carrying out employment interviews and appraisals. Understanding staff for whom English Is not their first language is second nature to me. Few of the carers I encountered would have been employed by me, or remained in my employment if previously recruited!

It seemed as though I was phoning the agency office to complain on a weekly basis. Even worse was the issue of things going missing from my flat. I had money, jewelry, food, medication and other small items stolen. I also had crockery and glasses chipped or broken. It was almost impossible to get the agency to taken action, such as compensating me or involving the police. On two separate occasions when things had gone missing, I discovered that the person doing my care was not the person allocated by the agency. The carer concerned had ‘swapped’ with a friend!

Complaints to the council, were often a waste of time and breath! Being told, “Oh yes, we have problems with the contract, we will be reviewing it soon”. So I was delighted when I was told I would be eligible for Direct Payments. This meant that I could employ carers of my own choosing and directly manage their employment. Apart from the length of time it took to organise, I seem to remember it was over 6 months and involved two different support organisations it has meant I’ve had much better and more reliable care.

But there have been drawbacks, the first being that the amount of money per hour allocated to pay carers by the council has not increased in the last three years. This means that in order to retain the carers I have to either subsidise their pay myself or employ then for shorter hours. I do a bit of both. To give an idea of the difference, the council calculates that I should pay just over £7 per hour, whereas most carers and cleaners in London charge at least £10 per hour. Quite a difference!

The brilliant woman who does my personal care has been with me for ages and is really good, but she doesn’t usually do housework, so I employ a separate cleaner. Again the first person I employed was good, but she decided to return to her own country on holiday and hasn’t come back to England. For a time my kind neighbour helped out, but then she needed surgery so I had to start from scratch to find someone. I spoke to all the people I knew, but those who had a cleaner said she did not have any spare hours, would have to travel too far, or were changing £12 per hour, sadly well beyond my budget.

I was starting to think that I would have to rely on the Quentin Crisp theory of dusting.

It seemed as though finding a cleaner was like looking for gold dust!

After my experience with agency staff who were not personally known to me, I was reluctant to use one the many Eastern European women who put flyers through my door. First there was the problem of checking documentation. I’m not up to date enough to make sure I’m not being shown dodgy paperwork. I also didn’t want to find myself, as one person I know was, being interviewed by immigration officers about the person she had unwittingly employed!

I was beginning to think I’d never find a new cleaner and was having to ask my carer to do extra hours she didn’t always have time to do. Then my neighbour, who also is also a cleaner, managed to speak to one of her friends who also does cleaning. One her clients had just moved out of London so she had some spare hours. My neighbour knew this woman very well and assured me she was good at her job, reliable and honest. I couldn’t wait to interview her!

Luckily we were soon able to arrange a time, and two days later she began to work for me. I’m so pleased with her, she is hard-working and certainly excellent at cleaning. Friends visiting me earlier this week actually commented on the results of her work!

I’m still getting used to her rather heavily accented English, but we manage to communicate well enough. She turns up on time, nothing has gone missing and nothing broken either! Another of my friends is now on her waiting list.

So finally, I’ve found my cleaner, I just hope that she will be able to stay with me until I move.

I’ve had my new scleral contact lens for over 6 months now, and whilst I’m pleased they give me really good vision, I’m still trying to find ways of being able to wear them for longer each day. My current wearing time is now up to about 10hrs a day, but some days it’s only 8 and only very occasionally I can manage 12hrs.

Obviously this restricts my activities to some extent, the most difficult thing is travelling when I’m driving to see my cousins the other side of London. I need to time my stay with them to make sure I get home before my lenses start to cloud over or become very uncomfortable. Not always an easy task, as my journey times to and fro can take from 75ms to 150mins! Such are the variations in the traffic and the roadworks that continue to plague the London driver.

I’ve been experimenting with different solutions, my choice is limited to those without preservatives, as I’m allergic to them. I settled on Lens Plus but still had discomfort after a few hours. My consultant suggested using HyloForte to help with dry eye, but it seems to cause cloudiness. So, I started looking for other solutions. I came across Hylo-Care, which is designed for both dry eye and where there has been recent surgery or damage to the outer layer of the cornea.

I’ve been using this for over a month now and it really has helped to increase my wearing time, previously I was only getting 4-6 hours, this has now doubled. I don’t think it’s just due to increased tolerance, but purely to the drops, as when I had a problem getting the Hylo-Care prescribed and I had to revert to using the Lens Plus on its own, my tolerance level reduced.

Hylo-Care

Hylo-Care

Once I’ve cleaned my lenses I use approximately 15 drops of Hylo-Care in my larger, specially moulded scleral lens, topping up with Lens Plus. I then use approximately 10 drops in my smaller, conventionally shaped scleral lens before the top up of Lens Plus. I believe this mix of solutions is working well for me, and whilst it may not work for everyone I wanted to share my success in the hope that it may help some people. Not all ophthalmic practitioners seem to have heard of Hylo-Care and at my last hospital appointment the Registrar hadn’t come across it before.

Whilst Hylo-Care is available on prescription in the UK, I don’t know what the availability is in other countries.

One other problem I have had with wearing my scleral lenses is when my eyes do get dry, the area directly around my eye gets red and sore. I’ve been trying to find a reasonably priced eye gel that will help. I’m a great Body Shop fan and decided to try Aloe Eye Defence. The label says it’s ok to use with contact lenses, but like any skin product if you put it near your eye when you’re wearing scleral lenses you are almost guaranteed to have smearing & will need to clean your lenses and re-insert them! I somehow manage to do this at least once or twice a week!

Body Shop Aloe Eye Defence

Body Shop Aloe Eye Defence

So, I just use the Aloe Eye Defence first thing in the morning, about 3 hours before putting in my lenses and then at night before going to sleep. It certainly has helped to make the skin around my eyes less red. At £10 each bottle, Aloe Eye Defence is nowhere near as expensive as many similar cosmetic products either, so worth a try.

This article was originally published on ProHealth.com reposted by Arthritis Care UK and is reprinted with kind permission from its author Toni Bernhard.

More often than not, chronic illness and chronic pain go hand-in-hand, so when I use the term “chronically ill,” I’m including people who are in chronic pain. My hope is that it won’t be long until these common misconceptions become uncommon ones, as people become educated about what life is like for those who suffer from chronic illness (130 million in the U.S. alone).

Misconception #1: If people look fine, they must feel fine.

Whether healthy or sick, it’s good for most people’s morale to try and look nice when they go out. I go out so seldom that I make an effort to look my best when I do. Sometimes I feel like a young child again, playing dress-up. That said, I always hope that if I see people I know, they’ll remember that looks can be deceiving.

I’ve had people say to me, “You look great.” I know they’re trying to be nice, so I make an effort to respond graciously (with something other than, “Well I don’t feel great,” spoken in an irritated tone of voice). But the truth is…there I am, “looking great,” while my body is pulsating with flu-like symptoms, my muscles are aching, and my heart is pounding so hard that sometimes it feels as if it must be visible to others on the outside of my body!

When people see someone whom they know is struggling with his or her health, I hope they’ll remember that they have days when they leave the house looking great but feeling terrible, perhaps from a bad night’s sleep or from lingering symptoms of an acute illness. If they understood that this is how most chronically ill people feel all the time, this common misconception would be well on its way to becoming an uncommon one.

Misconception #2: If people’s illness or pain were truly physically based, their mental state wouldn’t affect their symptoms.

If you’re not sick or in pain, I invite you to try this simple two-part exercise, so you can test this misconception out for yourself

Part One. The next time you feel under stress—maybe you’re angry at someone or worried about something—stop; close your eyes; and pay attention to how your body feels. Can you feel that your muscles have tightened? In addition, your heart may be beating faster and your whole body may be pulsating. You may even have broken out in a sweat. These are just some of the ways that mental stress manifests in the body of a healthy person.

Part Two. Keeping that stressful mental state in the forefront of your awareness, now imagine that you suffer from chronic pain and/or illness. What would happen? Your body would respond to the mental stress the same way it did for you as a healthy person. But now, that response would be in addition to your chronic, everyday symptoms. And if those symptoms happen to overlap with the physical symptoms that accompany mental stress—tightened muscles, racing heart, pulsating body and maybe even sweating—you can see how a person’s mental state can easily exacerbate the physical symptoms of chronic illness.

This is why keeping mental stress to a minimum is so important for the chronically ill. It’s important, but often impossible. Why? Because we live in the same stressful world that healthy people live in.

Misconception #3. Preparing for an event by engaging in “radical rest” will assure that when the occasion arrives, the chronically ill will be in better shape than had they not rested.

I can “radically rest” for several days in a row before a commitment (I’ve had some events for my new book that I’ve been doing this for) and yet, on the day of the event, feel terribly sick. Resting may increase the odds that I’ll be less sick than usual on the day of the event, but it’s no guarantee.

When my granddaughter, Cam, turned six in September, I asked my husband take me to her birthday party for a short time since it’s only an hour’s drive away. It would have been a treat to watch her interacting with her friends (something I rarely get to see) and to meet their parents. I rested for four days before the event. But that morning, I called my son in tears to tell him that I was too sick to attend.

This misconception can lead to serious misunderstandings. For example, a week later, I was able to attend an event for my book. This could make it appear that I was choosing the book event over my granddaughter’s birthday party, but I was not (and thankfully my son understood this).

The truth is that the same amount of resting before each of the two events simply did not yield the same results. That’s the unpredictability of living day-to-day with chronic pain and illness. Not only can it be a source of disappointment and sadness, but if we don’t treat ourselves kindly and with compassion, it can lead to self-recrimination and be a source of terrible guilt.

Misconception #4: If chronically ill people are enjoying themselves, they must feel okay.

When an important occasion arises, people who are chronically ill have learned to put up with the symptoms of illness, including terrible pain, so they can try to enjoy what they’re doing, especially the enriching experience of being in the company of others. Please don’t assume that a person who is laughing is a person who is pain-free, ache-free, or otherwise feeling good physically.

Misconception #5: Stress reduction techniques, such as mindfulness meditation, are a cure for chronic pain and illness.

Stress reduction techniques can be effective tools to help with symptom relief and to help cope with the mental stress of ongoing pain and illness. However, unless a person suffers from a distinct disorder called somatization (in which mental or emotional problems manifest as physical symptoms), stress reduction techniques are not a cure.

Misconception #6: Being home all day is a dream lifestyle.

This misconception arises because, when healthy people entertain this thought, they’re not contemplating being home all day feeling sick and in pain! Put another way, would they say: “I wish I could be home all day with pain that no medicine can relieve”; or “I wish I could be home all day with flu-like symptoms that keep me from being able to read a book”? I doubt it.

My heartfelt wish is that people will become educated about what life is like for the chronically ill so that, some day soon, we can say that these are six uncommon misconceptions.

Toni Bernhard is the author of the award-winning How to Be Sick: A Buddhist-Inspired Guide for the Chronically Ill and their Caregivers. Her new book is titled How to Wake Up: A Buddhist-Inspired Guide to Navigating Joy and Sorrow. Until forced to retire due to illness, Toni was a law professor at the University of California—Davis, serving six years as the dean of students. Her blog, “Turning Straw Into Gold” is hosted on the website of Psychology Today. She can be found online at www.tonibernhard.com.

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