Lets Talk about #TheUnmentionables of Chronic Illness 2: Personal Care

ashower

On a Monday morning during a flare up I’m sitting at the edge of my bed, already knowing it will take me way too long to get dressed, brush my teeth and do something (anything) with my hair. I sit and agonize over the decision whether or not I need a shower.

The thoughts running through my head read like something from a movie starring a mentally ill individual in a creepy mental home constantly talking to herself.

‘I need a shower, I know I do….But I don’t smell its fine..,.fine I tell you. Hmm I don’t know about that one! Well if I shower I’ll need to climb into the bath, shampoo, condition, comb my hair, get dried…Oh God I see what you mean I am already exhausted…’ 

See what I mean. Don’t get me wrong we shower, us chronically ill are not smelly lazy BO wearing troglodytes. We have dignity and pride.

We also brush our teeth even though for me this hurts my wrists immensely most days never mind the agony during a flare up. We comb our hair even though it may take the best part of an hour and it’s not kinking the knots out that is the most painful I can assure you.

We shave our legs and under our arms (I am a girl so no need to shave the face…yet anyways :p)  We paint our nails and put on our faces. We conform to all the societal norms but not all the time. 

Each of these tasks take so much time. Some days I don’t care if I have hairy legs or slightly greasy hair. My face is clean, my teeth are brushed and the smell of me won’t knock a horse dead. That’s all I care about.

I might not wear makeup some days because it takes too much energy or all the twisting and twirling of brushes leaves my hands in bits. Some days I skip a shower as it means I have energy to get to work.

So perhaps you think I am disgusting because I don’t shower every single day. Maybe you think I don’t care about my appearance because I don’t wear make up every day.  I don’t comb my hair every day and I am not always as hairless as a Siamese cat…but here’s the thing; I’m not normal. I deal with a chronic illness and never ending pain every day.

So next time you see someone without perfectly shiny hair or pristine make up perhaps take a second to think about what else is going on in their lives.

All is never what it seems.

What are your embarrassing confessions about being chronically Ill? What are the #Unmentionables to you?

 

 

 

 

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Rage Against the Button! Fashion & RA.

I hate buttons

From the age of a small child I had an aversion to buttons, not the delicious chocolaty ones but the ones that seemed to be on every type of clothing imaginable.

Don’t get me wrong, I think they are an amazing invention, from back in the day to allow people in and out of their clothes with ease and still covering all the essentials! However even as a child I hated them.

Now as an adult I can’t explain it except that perhaps I knew what was coming down the line, perhaps I had a premonition of sorts! You see, now buttons are not just aesthetically displeasing to me they are the bane of my life! The little ones, with the tiny open holes are the worst. If you have rheumatoid arthritis, especially in your hands I can only guess they have provoked a few angry grunts from at the very least.  

Bending my fingers and trying to twist a tiny round item into a horizontal whole can seem impossible during a flare up. School shirts were the worst when I was first diagnosed. In fact, I got so sick of the struggle each morning I attempted to wear a white T-shirt under my school jumper instead. Sometimes I would get away with other times I wouldn’t.  I was never quite brave enough to tell the teacher why I wasn’t wearing a shirt. The cold hard truth that dressing myself was too painful,  was just too embarrassing for me.  The ONLY people who knew just how bad things were back then were my parents and my amazing sister who would have to dress me practically every day for 6 months of my leaving cert year.

I LOVE LEGGINGS

And it’s not just buttons, I am a fan of leggings! I know , ok they are often described as a sin against fashion but I love them! I don’t wear them instead of pants or anything but I wear them almost every day. Why you ask? Because trying to get jeans or tights on during a flare up or early in the morning is reserved for special occasions. Socks are enough of an ordeal on a regular basis. 

My style consists of at least 90% dresses and leggings. I still like to look pretty but I march to the beat of my own drum and comfort is more important to me. Leggings are lose enough so getting them on doesn’t mean pulling them up step by step like tights or having zips or buttons to zip/close like jeans!

These are things you never even think of when you don’t have something like RA. You can’t understand why someone wouldn’t want to wear jeans or why they don’t wear makeup everyday even to work. And why would you, I certainly took these things for granted when I was healthy. 

I have always liked make up, but recently I have feel in love with it. Partially due to having another blog that from time to time trials new beauty products. Whilst I love how much  how confident I feel with a bit of a make up on, sometimes it’s just not worth it.  I would rather go to work with no makeup on and be in top form to get some work done than have a full face on and be in agony because I exhorted myself. Same with my hair, some days it nice and straight and down and maybe even shiny…. then others times it’s up in a bun and to be perfectly honest probably uncombed.

MESSY BUN

Combs/brushes are on buttons side of this war. They don’t want us to look good, or even decent they must have meetings where they get together with toothpaste cartons and medicine caps and think of unique new ways to make our lives just that little bit harder.

Ok, I obviously don’t think my everyday items come to life when I’m sleeping and have epic battles and adventures (That’s just my teddies, Duh!) But there are just some everyday routine things that frustrate me and I’m guessing that goes for most people who have sort of a debilitating illness or disease.

So some days I am going to look like someone who belongs back in the 80’s with my leggings (and I am a sucker for bright clothes). I’ll have a naked face and a hair stuck in a bun. I might be wearing comfortable shoes and maybe even cosy sock in my boots…and I may not look very stylish at all…but I am way more confident in my comfort then if I was wearing Jeans, a blouse, my makeup perfect and my hair an image of perfection. Purely because I also won’t be red eyed and crying.

smile is the best

To me comfort is stylish, I will most likely never be a trend setter, I will never be the girl who always has her nails done, make up on and hair perfect but I’ll be comfy and when I am comfortable I am happy, fun to be around and laughing which personally I think is the most stylish accessory a girl(or a fella for that matter! ) can wear!