At the end of the summer, I passed the three year anniversary of my crazy week in the hospital and subsequent Addison’s diagnosis. It came and went and I didn’t really notice until a week later. If you met me today you’d likely be surprised to learn of my condition. With some management and daily medication, things have returned pretty much to pre-diagnosis normal. Mentally, however, I find it can still get a bit rocky at times. Turns out being suddenly diagnosed with a chronic disease can mess with your mental state a bit.
In just about a month, it will be three years since one very scary week in the hospital and my subsequent diagnosis (and relatively happy ending) with Addison’s disease. I’ve learned a whole lot about the disease, biology and how best to handle my own personal situation, but the biggest learning has been about how to continue to exercise safely.
I’m an active person. One of those strange breeds of human that truly enjoys sweating, exercising and pushing the limits of my heart rate monitor. It’s one of the things that makes me happiest. I believe it makes me a better person to be around. It’s also one of the things that was most threatened with the diagnosis.
Three years on, I’ve learned a few best practices about how to exercise with Addison’s in a way that doesn’t put myself at further risk. In fact, exercising and continuing to workout is something that can help with many of the symptoms of the disease (bone density, chronic fatigue, irritability), as long as you do it safely.
It’s Tuesday. That’s the day I re-fill my pill box for the week. Sometimes, given all the bottles I need to juggle to the counter, this makes me laugh. Sometimes, it’s the opposite.
For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t my idea. Michelle’s friend came to visit us in April and mentioned she wanted to sign up for the Brooklyn Half, but was a bit nervous and didn’t want to run alone. Michelle agreed to run, too. And hearing that there was a race and a chance for a weekend away, I quickly threw my hat in the ring.
We spent the Fourth, like most recent years, down on the Cape at my parents. The bayside beach near their house is great for watching all different firework shows up and down the coast. The girls are old enough now not to be too scared. We also enjoyed many, many ice cream cones, friend seafood and swimming (not necessarily in that order).