Having a career with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, arthritis, and several other conditions is quite difficult, but so worth it to me. I manage a family owned restaurant. Not just any family owned restaurant, a very successful and quickly growing restaurant. It is busy, fast paced, and there is always something to attend to. My mother took a huge leap of faith and started the business over seven years ago, and since then we have quadrupled (at very least) in size. I have been working for my mother since the beginning of our journey, plus or minus a few months. That was when I was only 16 years old! I have to admit that I was not the best of employees for a few years. I would have fired me several times over.
Over the last several years I have taken on most of the responsibility of the everyday management. I am the personal/public relations department, the advertising department, the networking department, the full time baker, a server, and I get to be the one to deal with all of the extremely random situations that pop up. There are so many different things that pop up all of the time. It is amazing the random problems that come up in a restaurant from the little things like employees calling off or running out of milk all the way to the big things like disgruntled former employees trying to sue me. I deal with it all.
The stress is quite intense and does not do my body well at all, but I love what I do. My employees respect me, they treat me kindly and they work their tails off for me because I do the same for them.
Here is my problem: Holy Crap! I am so worn out. I am only 24 and I can hardly keep up anymore. That not only sounds awful, but the toll it takes on my pride is an even bigger, more monstrous problem. I am good at what I do, I only wish I had the energy it took to be even better. How much longer can I keep this up? Can I keep it up as long as it takes to someday own it myself? 15, maybe 20 years? That is a long time for someone with chronic pain to be under that amount of stress! Can I do it?
I honestly do not think I can. No matter how badly I want it, my body simply will not be able to do it.
This is the sad truth for people living in chronic pain. We want to be productive members of society. We have aspirations! We want success and the chance to make our lives more rich with pride of ourselves. But can we? Well, sure. But, just not the way we had planned to before our bodies were stolen from us.
So, if I do not think I can make it long enough to own the restaurant in which I grew up, then what on Earth am I going to do with myself?
Several years ago I already knew the fate of my body. I did not have a diagnosis, nor was I sure what the hell was going on with it, but I did know I was getting weaker and weaker each year. I knew that the pain would get worse, and that my body was not going to be able to participate like it used to. I thought I was going to loose the use of my limbs to be frankly honest. I made sure I got myself into online school right away and got my Bachelors degree in psychology just in case I needed to take a desk job somewhere.
Oh, desk jobs...... That kind of sounds like hell to me, but at the same time my body is begging me to take one. I knew I couldn't make it through anything boring or I would go insane, so I did a ton of research about various desk jobs that I might not suck at. I spent months deciding what I wouldn't absolutely hate doing. Finally, I fell upon a medical transcription course that I could do at my own pace, but wouldn't take more than 2 years. I forked out a fair amount of money, and a vast amount of time and dedication into this course. I bought books upon books, and spent hours studying and practicing. I was good at it and it was something I found a ton of interest in. What Spoonie wouldn't find interest in medical jargon and transcribing surgical procedures? It was honestly kind of fun, well, until it wasn't anymore.
I got so tired of being stuck in my house and in front of my computer, and I wanted to focus more of my energy on the restaurant. I was running out of energy to do both so I had to choose. I chose the restaurant, of course, I mean I grew up there and couldn't let my mom down.
Some days, I wish I would have finished that last course. One more class and I would have been done, but I chose my mind over my body. I went with what my heart wanted rather than what was best for my body. I regret it some times. Why didn't I listen to my body and what it was telling me? Oh yeah, I was in a remissive period and I felt fairly well! Only to regret it with the next flare.
Why is it not able to have two different jobs? One where your work during a flare, and one that you work when you are not? Too damn bad the world doesn't work that way. So what is going to work as a career for me and everybody else living with fibromyalgia?
The only job that really comes to mind that would work for someone with fibromyalgia is a job at one of the organizations that support fibromyalgia. That would be awesome! Who would understand your work limitations better than the leading researchers and voices of fibromyalgia? You would be working for a cause that you are motivated by both professionally and personally. What could be a better career prospect than that? And can we really expect to even hold a career with the symptoms and the pain that we endure? Lord, I hope so, but that is all I can do: HOPE.
Unfortunately, I do not live in an area where there is even a association or organization within a 500 mile radius, at least, so that kind of plows that prospect. But, if you do suffer with fibromyalgia, this would be something worth looking into for sure. I am going to assume that they are nearly always looking for help either for profit or non. Volunteering your spare time if at all possible also helps the cause.
Someday, there will be more opportunities for us. Someday, there will be more research, more fund-raising, more understanding. Until then, we will fight every single day, we will stand tall, and we will make it by the best we can, the only way we know how.
Gentle hugs, or no hugs because that hurts less....
-Aimee
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