I went to the doctor for a routine prescription refill appointment. My appointment was their first available at 9:30 am. My hope was to minimize the amount of my day I would miss. The doctor arrived at 10:30. I’m glad I waited because, after dealing with the prescription, he diagnosed me with systemic lupus erythematosus (SLE). He wrote me a prescription and left before I could ask questions.
During a break between errands, I googled SLE. It is an autoimmune disease that attacks your organs—which is good because I’ve been thinking that my immune system was strong enough to be a crazed killing machine. Turns out I was right again.
It is not contagious. It’s caused by severe stress and trauma, among other things.
Symptoms of SLE include a rash or red nose and cheeks in the shape of a butterfly (check), extreme fatigue (check), pain in joints and the nervous system (check), enlarged lymph nodes (check), poor circulation resulting in cold feet (check), and extreme sun sensitivity (check). I know—all this sexy talk and I didn’t make you verify your age before coming to the site ;)
Its long-term effects include blood clots, stroke, heart attack, and organ failure. They better hurry up with growing cloned organs in labs like they’ve been talking about my entire life.
It turns out the constant pain and brain-smashing headaches were both a symptom of grief and SLE. I’m looking forward to finding a Rheumatologist to verify the diagnosis. My current doctor has all the bedside manner of a queef in hot pants.