I had to quit my job (one I dearly loved) because of poor health. What a loss it was! I knew I could not continue. For a time after, I lived on EI but knew it would soon come to an end. I tried to get other government grants, all to no avail. At times, I was panicked about the future:
What kind of job could I work in my condition? Where could I find one? Could I hold out or would I break down and be fired? Am I capable of living life on my own?
My savings were running low. Actually, that’s an exaggeration. My saving and checking account were empty. Nothing. I’d take on babysitting jobs whenever I could in effort to provide food. I was in debt to my roommate (she had been covering the cost of rent for the past couple months) and sorely needed an income. I began searching.
At first, it was to no avail. Then suddenly, the perfect job appeared. Someone I had connections to was looking for part-time child care. And I wanted the job. I got it!
Hours were manageable though exhausting to my weakened body. Three days a week, 8 hrs a day. I determinedly plugged through. It was while working this job that I went to the first health center. I was fortunate to be working for an amazing woman who was also a RN. I’d bounce things off of her and she was a support to me in that time.
I don’t know what I would have done without that couple’s willingness to work with me and give me chance. To this day I am incredibly grateful to them!
Work. We have to do it to survive! No one can pay rent or car fees on an empty bank account!
When dealing with chronic illness the battle rages between rest and work. The body needs rest for survival but in our culture a human can’t live without money. The tension. The battle.
I do know that rest is one of the key things that enabled me to recover so quickly. Without.a.shadow.of.doubt. While my job was amazing, I could nap while the baby napped, I didn’t see a real spurt forward in health improvements until I quit. I had an offer to go live with my boyfriend’s family. At high risk, I took it.
It was one of the best decisions I made for my health. The rest enabled my body to put it’s energies into fighting and healing. I moved forward at a steady pace. And while I recognize not everyone has this opportunity, I think it is worth considering.
Is there a way you could cut back on work hours? Or could you quit your job, live on savings for a bit while the body rebuilds itself? How about finding roommates to cut back on costs so you can work less hours?
I recognize it’s not possible for everyone. And yes, it does cost financially. It highly benefits the health.
It’s the battle that many a person faces. What do we do with it?