Paying for a good time – Spoonie Life

Like most 20 somethings I want to have adventures, memories I can look back on when life slows down a bit and say ‘that was a damn good time’. Unlike most of the people I know, they don’t have to barter with their health. If you’re a fellow Spoonie, you’re probably nodding in agreement.

Back in September, I was lucky enough to go to Disneyland with my Mum and sister. I mean, DISNEYLAND! We were taking a trip to Paris and I was ready for it, matching t-shirts and ears were essentials. From the moment we booked I also had a niggling feeling, a voice in the back fo my mind you’re going to pay for it later. And, boy did I. Even though we rented a wheelchair, got fast passes so, and had rest stops in the hotel (on more than one occasion I had to take emergency naps so that I could watch the fireworks or make it through dinner. I thought I’d handled the trip reasonably well it wasn’t until the last day I realised… I was in minus numbers, the spoons were scattered all over the floor.

 

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The thought that we have to ‘pay’ or reserve our spoons when we know we’re going to have to do something that will make us tired is hard. When I was first diagnosed, I rebelled against it – a lot. I got incredibly depressed and tried to prove to myself I could still do everything – I wasn’t ready to accept I needed to modify things. Now, I am better, I’ll try and plan a rest day here and there or not set my alarm and just let myself sleep. Little things that make life easier.

I joke that a big night out or day of big plans has me making deals with the devil, but really it’s made me appreciate them even more. As soon as I acknowledged that this was my life now, I started appreciating the things I do, because I have to choose them carefully. That doesn’t mean I can’t be spontaneous and have a trip on the beach – but I just have to rest a little more, maybe get a train rather than drive.

I refused to give up every fun part of my life to this illness – and I know I am truly lucky to do so.

2 thoughts on “Paying for a good time – Spoonie Life

  1. Currently on my way back from London for mine and Chris’ anniversary trip. Spoons are gone. Tomorrow’s are gone. Maybe even Thursdays. Pains at about an 8 and I am struggling to walk. But there was no way I was going to miss it. I knew I would over spend on spoons, and it’s not fair. But i guess thats my life now too x

  2. I think everyone has that thing which they struggle to function well with and can therefore say, is it worth it? I feel you can find your balance and maintain it or you can take the occasional risk and tip the balance slightly, and yes you will have to pay for it. Most of the most exciting times of my 20’s were unplanned. It’s hard to structure the best time ever. Sometimes living is just experiencing different people and that in itself leads to the adventures.

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