Have you ever just felt like a wet noodle? You know, all limp and without any support or structure to be, well, upright? No? Well I wish I could say the same.
Some days with lupus, or maybe it is more with medications I take to deal with lupus, I feel a bit like how I imagine a wet noodle would feel. All limp and useless for most anything. I suppose I could be used to transport sauce, provided someone did the actually adding of the sauce and the moving of me.
Yes, some days I feel just like a being with no internal support or structure. I am blessed, of course, to have external support and structure in terms of friends and loved ones. The thing is, sometimes this just makes me realize how much of a limp, wet noodle I am. No one means to remind me of this aspect of life with lupus, I know that for certain. Still, it happens and it reminds me how different I am from others.
I try to find the bright side of being a wet, limp noodle, but the reality is, sometimes the bright side is that I can keep the chair or the sofa from floating away. Because that’s basically the extent of what I have energy, being a sofa or chair weight. Like a paperweight, but for furniture.
There was a time when I used to think a lot about this part of living with lupus, but sometimes you can noodle over things a bit too much and it all becomes a big, gummy mess. Get it? Wet noodles, congealing together? Okay I will stop and just focus on maintaining the position of the furniture.