Today has been a pretty average day: I fought with my alarm for 20-plus minutes before finally giving into the inevitable got ready for work, spent a lot of time in front of the computer and on the phone and am at this very moment sitting around, waiting for a public hearing to start. The life of an editor is glamourous—except when it isn’t (which is most of the time).
But the life of a journalist is, perhaps unsurprisingly, not one that mixes very well with having a chronic illness. I stand for long periods of time. Or, I sit for long periods of time, typing away at my computer or editing proofs or reporters’ stories—or, as I am now, in an uncomfortable chair for a multi-hour meeting. I work long days multiple times per week (like today, when I had an early interview and a late meeting). I come into contact with a lot of different people—including students, since I’m in schools quite a bit—which means I’m exposed to a lot of different bugs. Those same people often tell me the wrong time to arrive somewhere, which means I spend a lot of time standing around, waiting for things to begin (which is incredibly frustrating). Late nights often mean taking injections at different times than my schedule. All of this means stress, which, of course, is bad for both psoriasis and psoriatic arthritis.
For now, the highs and lows of journalism are worth the potential harm to my health because, once again, I am working with people who are passionate about what they do, and that rekindled my flagging love of what I do. For now, that’s enough. And, in a weird way, I think that’s helpful for my overall health; it’s hard on the spirit to work, day in and day out, at something you hate. I am lucky enough that that isn’t true anymore.
And so, I guess that was just a complicated way to say I love my job again, and that’s a big part, I think, in why I’m feeling so much better. So, hooray.