I was thinking about what I know well enough to teach a class in, and that led me to the classes I’ve actually taught over the last few months.
I’ve did a session on column-writing at my company’s editorial conference (which blog writing has definitely helped me with). I taught a class at my local state university on community journalism. I’ve taught a high school journalism class a quick and dirty design and style class. I’ve done tips for getting your story into your local paper.
So, I guess most of my talents lie with journalism and writing and newspapers. I could definitely learn you all a thing or two on that.
What would you teach?
This is a part of National Health Blog Writing month–30 posts in 30 days.
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(Sorry for the *N SYNC title. I just got back from a show, and one of the groups sang a cover of an *N SYNC song. It’s been stuck in my head ever since.)
So, five things that changed my life as a patient? All right. I’m game.
- Getting sick in the first place. So, that might seem like cheating but my first psoriatic arthritis flare was rough. I went to an emergency walk-in clinic after suffering through for a few weeks and the good doctor, in his wisdom, gave me a mild anti-inflammatory. It took something like eight months for me to get an appointment with a rheumatologist, and those eight months were horrible. I remember going through Aleve like it was candy. I was a student at the time, and I worked at a retail chain on my feet. It was torture. But, I eventually saw Dr. Awesome, and she introduced me to No. 2.
- Biologics. God bless whoever invented biologics. Without first Humira and now Enbrel, I would not be able to function—or at least not very well. Humira stopped that first flare in its tracks, which was huge for a twentysomething scared she would be trapped in her grandmother’s body for the rest of her life.
- iPhone. My iPhone is seriously a godsend. I can use it to stay connected to people, sure, but perhaps just as important, I can take pictures of myself in easy outfits for days when my brain can’t handle getting dressed in work-appropriate clothing. Seriously people, taking pictures of myself—a la style blogger—is a huge help when I’m stuck in a brain fog or my tendonitis decides to act up again. I can just pull up my album of tendonitis appropriate clothes—buttons are an especial no-no—pick an outfit and voila! Work appropriate.
- Flats. Ah, the days when I would wear heels all day, every day are long gone. Sure, I have a few heels that have passed the delightful test that is my double-digit hour workdays, but they are usually a) expensive and, therefore, b) few and far between. In between heel days, I subsist on flats—but they have to be cute, that’s a given. (And come spring, No. 4 will be supplanted completely by TOMS ballet flats. So. Excited.)
- The mister. Last but certainly not least. My hat’s off to all of you single ladies who do it on your own; I don’t think I’d be able to survive without the mister to help me out.
Most Some days, I have nothing left after work: no energy for cooking, cleaning or doing anything except putting on my jams and watching Scrubs. But regardless of all that, the mister is always there for me, always able to buoy my spirits when I’m having a Bad Disease Day.
What would make your top five?
This post was written as part of NHBPM – 30 health posts in 30 days: http://bit.ly/vU0g9J