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Weight Part 6

Posted Jul 30 2010 4:12am
This was supposed to be an exciting, triumphant week with my trip to Washington to speak at the National Press Club about my experience as a patient. I feel anything but triumphant. I came home and watched the video of the event, including my portion. The first time I watched myself, all I could see was how I looked. There were black rings around my eyes -- I look like a raccoon, although I know it's nothing more or less than intense exhaustion. And I am so, so fat. My eyes and mouth look like tiny fissures in a swollen and misshapen face. And my teeth are brown from too much illness, too much medicine. I was shocked at how awful I looked. After I got past that shock, I watched it again a couple of times. I did okay -- I made the audience laugh a couple of times, and I told a story in which I triumphed in the end, becoming a voice for people like me, with chronic illnesses. People came up to me afterwards and said I was a hero -- really. I don't feel like a hero.

My dad emailed me saying I looked exhausted and nervous but got my point across.

And so we have this week's theme: Nothing I do is ever good enough. The voices in my head keep saying it's not enough. Never enough.

Just when I was about to leave for yesterday's shrink visit, the phone rang and it was a very large foundation to which I've applied for a grant that would fund the creation of chronic illness care management training materials, along with the first four trainings around the country. "Do you have time for a couple of questions?" What do I do? What takes priority? "Sure," I said.

She wanted to know what qualifies me to write these materials. Um, let's see. I've been a chronically ill patient for 35 years. I have worked with literally thousands of patients with chronic illnesses. And I (along with the University of Michigan Center for Managing Chronic Disease) just finished a chronic illness survey, so we have data from 1800 patients and caregivers that tell us exactly what patients need help with. She wanted to know who would conduct the trainings. I would, to start with, and we would use a train the trainer model. And hopefully (if you give us the money we've asked for), we can hire Nicole full-time when she finishes law school and then she can do trainings, too. But can you pull this off, disseminating these materials nationwide? Yes, we can, I said. I rattled off other organizations who refer patients to use from all over the country. I threw in the fact that I spoke at the National Press Club the day before. She congratulated me on how well Advocacy for Patients is doing. But by the end, I felt like we are just too small and she doesn't believe I can pull this off.

But nothing I do is ever good enough.

So I got to my shrink 20 minutes late, rush and agitated and unhappy. I did my best to focus, but there was so much going through my mind. Everybody wants something. I have a meeting on my calendar that I know will waste my time, but I have to keep a client happy. I traded emails with a woman who is in desperate need of help, but she's also so angry that she tells me repeatedly not to bother calling her if I'm going to tell her there's nothing I can do. I spent an hour on the phone with a woman who's in a terribly difficult position, but we don't do medical malpractice, so I tried to find her resources. I emailed her a bunch of information and she emailed me that she feels so lost.

Nothing I do is ever good enough.

I never settled down enough to close my eyes and see what the blueberry jam girl is up to, or to hear the wisdom of my spirit guide. So she said, at the end, so the session would not be a total loss, "when you are a child and you're getting straight A's and the teachers say you're great and it's clear that you're very smart and you try to do everything right and your mother tells you you're a fat pig, you can never feel like anything you do is good enough."

My mother's voice is in my head and I hate it. Jennifer
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