How it feels to live with RA

A few months ago I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. It all started off with my neck feeling stiff over last August; the lymph nodes were swollen, and all I thought was that perhaps my ballet training got a bit too intense over the last few sessions. The skin in my hands started cracking for no reason, and what followed next was my left hand feeling stiff. All I did was blaming it on yoga, and perhaps on a skin fungus that happens to many people in Hong Kong once the weather cools off.

On the night of the HKELD Awards in September, my Inherit the Wind cast and I were out celebrating the four awards won by Aurora Theatre; a drink after another, a clumsy dance and I found myself on the dance floor in a very ungraceful manner. The day after my body felt awful, well expectedly after such fall. As my hand felt horrible, I knew that that fall had probably made things worse.

Fast forward to two months later; my hand didn’t get any better. I decided to see a chiropractor who slightly improved my condition during our sessions, but the effect didn’t last for too long. Pain spread on my upper arms and my other hand for no particular reason; I knew right then that the fall had nothing to do with what I had and that something was wrong.

 

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One always knows. I have lived in my body long enough, despite people telling me I shouldn’t read too much crap on Google medical websites and that I’m a hypochondriac by nature. I think that listening to your body is always the best thing, regardless on what everyone thinks.

Pain interrupted my sleep; I started waking up in the middle of the night feeling horrendous. I had to get up and walk just to activate the muscles, but as soon as I returned to bed, the pain manifested itself a few hours later, not to mention that it took me forever to fall asleep again just for a short while.

Going to bed became the most dreaded moment, as sleep was always interrupted by pain. A few days later I literally couldn’t take it anymore. I went to see a doctor who referred me to a rheumatologist. I left the clinic in tears; why on earth would I need a rheumatologist? What the hell was wrong with me? Why would someone in her mid-thirties, reasonably healthy, vegetarian and physically active need to see a specialist for something that sounded really scary?

The rheumatologist gave me an ultrasound that showed a lot of inflammation all over my upper limbs; I could barely open my right hand for the examination from the pain I had. The diagnosis was more complicated than I thought and the doctor could not give me a straight answer.
It felt like being in an episode of Doctor House, where I got tested for lupus, as well as lung cancer (the results came five days later, which is a long time to think) and various autoimmune diseases (I’m still testing btw). I got put on steroids for a short while, I took blood tests (five in two weeks to be exact), had an MRI, a CT scan, and several X-Rays. Too bad I didn’t have Dr House with me, I would have utterly enjoyed that. On top of that, I have also tried acupuncture, but I hated every single second of it. It might help some people, but I could find no relief in it.

 

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Ultimately the diagnose was double: rheumatoid arthritis (which attacks the joints) and derma-myositis (which hits the muscles and the skin). They are both autoimmune, they are both awful, painful, and are caused by my body that, all of a sudden, has decided to kill me.

For months I could not do anything: I couldn’t lift chairs. I couldn’t raise my cat. I couldn’t get dressed in the morning; my husband had to do it for me. Washing my hair was hard, opening jars or taps was virtually impossible. I craved to feel myself again, to be back to normal, but I had no idea how long it would take me and if it could happen again at all.

Treatment came a couple of months later, and I started directing The Crucible while experiencing all this pain. I could not drop a bomb on the cast. None of them had any idea how bad it was, and only two productions member knew about the cancer scare (for practical reasons, mainly: if I had to undergo chemo, someone would have to replace me, but luckily we didn’t have that problem). When I first mentioned arthritis, my cast knew I was experiencing physical difficulties, but I reassured all of them that my problem was taken care of. Not looking sick helped in that way, as my pain was all inside, and didn’t show outside; I could disguise myself as fine.

Directing The Crucible was what kept me together. I couldn’t let the cast and the production team down; they didn’t know, and yet they were the ones holding me together when things felt dreadful. Them, together with ballet. I still believe, for some silly reason, that I can dance my way out of RA. Ballet has kept me active, motivated, focused when those awful dark moods (mostly because of lack of sleep) stricken in. When reading about life expectancy being reduced by at least 15 years, I just put on my dancing shoes and avoid thinking about it. Or I read a new play.

 

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As I have experienced this excruciating pain, my thought went out to those who suffer for any physical reason. I felt bad for being such a wimp when I knew that my friends who faced cancer dealt with much worse and realised the importance of listening to our body when it’s trying to tell us something. Hear no other voices: no one has the right to say “you’re fine, it’s nothing” when clearly things aren’t.

 

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A few months later, now that The Crucible is done and that we are starting working on another project, I can feel almost normal again; I am under heavy medication, but the doctor is positive that things can be improved. If you experience pain, speak out. Don’t ever think pain is normal just to avoid going to the doctor, or to avoid spending money- we owe kindness to ourselves.

Eleven years later….

Three careers ( design, theatre, education); 

One marriage;

One divorce;

Another marriage;

A theatre company (created);

An online publication (inherited);

Countless theatre productions (acted on);

Nine theatre productions (directed);

Twenty theatre productions (produced) ;

One master degree;

Countless friendships made;

A few friendship broken (maybe they weren’t friendships after all);

Hundred thousand lessons learned; 

A few lessons that have yet to be learned;

Two cats; 

Two theatre awards;

Still no house bought; 

Several articles published;

Countless places around the world visited;

Ups and downs but overall ups. 

Eleven years ago I packed a small suitcase, left my beloved and yet stale Sydney (I only lived there for a year and few months) and headed to Hong Kong for a fashion design internship that was supposed to last for less than a year. 

Little I knew that what was waiting for me was going to be a roller coaster of people, facts, events and emotions. 
More can, and must,  be done. Let’s keep going.  

 Happy eleventh year Hong Kong anniversary to me. 

  

Is Hong Kong a cultural desert?

We all know that Hong Kong is the capital of business and the headquarter of the corporate world. It is common to hear that there is no creativity here and that anything artistic comes from abroad, particularly from the UK or the US; yet, what happens when not everybody has the ambition to become a lawyer or a banker but would rather express oneself in a more artistic or creative way?

When it comes to the performing arts, locals and foreigners get really excited at the sheer mentioning of theatrical companies across the globe making an appearance in town with big musicals and famous sellouts, but are these people aware that the same thing happens regularly and often just a few miles away?

I first came over to Hong Kong about 10 years ago (from Australia and, before that, from Europe); a local artistic theatrical scene existed back then, and a few groups were out there to make a contribution towards Hong Kong lack of local cultural events. These groups became a source of great inspirations for other artists who followed the same steps and created other artistic opportunities; most of the people we see involved in these scenes are both locally and internationally born and raised, yet all based in Hong Kong. The Third Culture Kids are in this together when it comes to contributing to the local artistic scene, making it more and more vibrant every day.  And why not? We love Hong Kong for its diversity and differences; we should aim for artistic opportunities that reflect our lifestyle and be proud of that. There’s still a lot of work that needs to be done to make our town believable and solid in terms of arts, but this is definitely the right path to follow; from there, it can only develop.

The month of June opened up with several theatrical English productions, as well as musical; back in the days, it would be incredibly hard to see such diversity of locally produced theatre in town. Having a little taste of Europe or America when the occasion comes is great, but let’s not forget to support local theatre happening just a few feet away from us. There are a lot of local events and talents that need our support; after all, no one likes to live in a cultural desert.

How to protect ourselves against flu.

The cold season is coming, and with it the usual issues: cold, flu, cough, sore throat and so forth. Hong Kong is absolutely cramped with people, and as we know, people carry germs and bacteria. That’s inevitable. I particularly feel for those teachers who spend a lot of time with young children; I don’t know about the rest of the world, but kids in Hong Kong take their time to learn that a hand in front of their mouth must be put when coughing or sneezing (covering, inevitably, the unfortunate teacher or T.A. in sticky snot).

Are you a freelance teacher, or actor, or performer, and getting sick is the equivalent of either a) going to work feeling like crap, or b) taking a day off and losing a substantial amount of cash? Regardless of the job you do, read here.

In Hong Kong, Westerner doctors tend to pack patients with pills and medications that are rarely needed and not so often effective; they often insist in giving antibiotics for a cold – thing that I absolutely despise. Ultimately, the best way – tried, experimented and approved by my former weak immune system – to reinforce your immune system and avoid getting sick five times in a row is to go natural.

  • Sleep!

Yes, sleep. 8 hours at least. Your body needs rest, particularly when weakened by flu. Once you go home, don’t waste time in checking your emails, facebooking, watching TV and whatnot. Go. To. Bed.

  • Drink liquids, particularly hot ones.

We live in a country where we drink hot water even when it’s 40 degrees Celsius outside. But hot fluids are considered to be more gently on our vocal strings (very precious for teachers/actors/singers). My favourite flu drink is shredded ginger, Manuka honey and lemon in hot water. It soothes sore throat and it’s a real cough stopper!

  • Boil Coke.

Yes, seriously. And no, don’t say it’s disgusting until you have tried it. Take a can of coke, boil it with shredded ginger and lemon, and make sure that the ginger soaks in for a while. Drink it hot, feel the spicy note of the ginger opening your nose and restoring your throat. If drunken in the morning (again, if work is necessary) it’s a great energy drink.

  • Tea tree oil.

My favourite thing in the world! It clears sinus and calms down heavy cough. Here’s what I do: I boil a pot of hot water and I put few drops of tea tree oil in it. I cover my head with a towel, and my eyes with a sleeping mask (a must do, particularly if wearing contact lenses), breathing in and out the hot heavy-scented fumes for 15 minutes, twice a day. I never went longer than 4 days, as my cough/cold ended before!

  • Gargle!

With salt, or vinegar, or tea tree oil in warm water, several time a day.

  • Paracetamol.

Ok, perhaps not 100% natural, but a pill or two a day might be needed, particular if your temperature rises.

Ultimately, it all comes down to relaxation and hydration. Decide what the priority in your schedule is, and try to cancel the rest. Or at least one commitment. It was the beginning of the year and we were a week away from the opening of the theatre production of Den of Thieves. I started feeling sick but I did not want to stay home and leave the cast on their own, so I carried on with as much rehearsals as I could. Two days later our deputy stage manager had exactly what I had before, and it quickly spread among the rest of the cast. The actors put together a wonderful and energetic round of performances, but by the time we had wrapped the production, I could count the people untouched by flu on the fingers of one hand. I have now learnt that it is probably best to cancel a couple of rehearsals rather than going on at all costs.