When I feel less than 100%, I chalk it up to Lupus 99% of the time. This 99% of Lupus is the game of Cat and Mouse. I'll chase the headache mouse everyday at 2 pm for a month before it runs into its hole to sleep through the next month. I chase the lethargy mouse every day. In and out it runs from the baseboards, snatching at breakfast, snatching at lunch. I chase twenty other Lupus mice around my body at any given moment.
I have a mild case. While Lupus makes me a somewhat unreliable dinner guest, it rarely interferes with the larger picture in my life. I can hold a demanding full time job, have plenty of friends, a husband, and a social life of whatever excitement I desire.
It's the pesky 1% that I'm not sure if I can chalk up to Lupus that creates this Who Done It? scenario. A health issue that comes along that scares me enough to consider seeing a doctor.
Doctors are mostly useless if you have Lupus. Lupus is an autoimmune disease (read: my body attacks itself) treated with a mild anti-malarial if you have a mild case. The drug has not seemed to effect me much one way or another (on or off of it). Serious cases have the option of much stronger drugs, but come with more serious side effects. My doctors over the years have helped to educate me on what is known about Lupus, but otherwise have done little other than monitor various levels in my blood and suggest lifestyle adaptations which I already employ.
BUT, there is still this 1%. The 1% symptoms that have me asking, "Is this Lupus? or is this something else? Who done it?". The times when I am afraid that I may actually require medical treatment. Then the length and severity of my symptoms battle with my will to hold out seeing or consulting a doctor. I know you are thinking that doctors are helpful! I should see a doctor. Ha! I only see a doctor for a health issue I truly cannot read well enough myself.
My seeing a doctor has yet to result in answers or relief. No, my seeing a doctor results in a string of additional questions and additional health issues discovered through testing which did not yield answers to the original issue. Recap: no answers/relief, more issues/problems. I'm also out a bunch of money from unnecessary testing; not to mention the hours spent in doctor's offices, getting blood drawn, waiting rooms, and exposure to radiation and such. Plus, there is nothing but stress and frustration wading through our healthcare system. Oh, and Lupus is triggered by stress. See how that works? It's like a neat little loop.
I know my body pretty well. I've learned to tune in, listen to what it it tells me. I have three levels of health issues: 1. Lupus (covers any health issue I can stand), 2. Emergency (this is pretty clear), and 3. Um...? which usually involves waiting it out a bit to see how I feel in a day or two. Still feel on the verge of heading to the ER after 2 days?, then I'll see a doctor.
Luckily, I'm pretty healthy. I haven't had any 2 or 3-Doctor level health issues for years. But every now and then I get a 3-Um...? issue that I have to wait out a day or two. In these times, I am reminded of how lucky I am to have a mild case. I'm reminded of how broken our healthcare system is. I'm reminded that we don't get to choose our trials, just how we deal with them. And I think that at least I have a trial that I can put a name to, find a community, research, and deal with. I have a trial that reminds me to appreciate every good day, every great meal, every wonderful person in my life. And of those, I have many.