Humour - The Best Defense Against the Realities of Chronic Illness
By Selan Lee from the United Kingdom
In the words of Chandler Bing, “I started using humour as a defence mechanism” - though for me, it is not a consequence of my parents splitting up (just to reassure you, they’re still happily married), but rather a result of my chronic illness.
While there have been difficult moments in my life before and after my Crohn’s diagnosis, I’ve noticed that one of the most significant ways I have coped and helped my loved ones cope with the negativity IBD often brings - is with humour. More often than not, I’m somehow making a joke about poo, the absurdity of hospital scheduling or the horrific taste of Fortisip nutrition shakes. But I had also used humour to make light of bleak health outcomes - for example, when the second of my biologics stopped working, or surgeons tried to push for a stoma just before exams.
As a Psychology undergraduate, I know this technique is a classic example of an emotion-focused coping mechanism in which I utilise humour to manage the stressful emotions that IBD bring. However, I know as a thinking and feeling human being, if I don’t use humour, it is very easy to fall into the grips of the stress and negativity of chronic illness[1] - and similarly for those caring for us[2]. So, I would like to share some moments where I’ve found humour in my experience with chronic illness, and I hope you will find some, too, in your chronic illness journey.
#1 When you're using the same medication as a lady in her 80s -
Any biologic prescribed to someone with IBD has a high probability of also being prescribed to an elderly individual with arthritis. Given that IBD and arthritis are both inflammatory diseases, just attacking different body parts, it makes sense a twenty-something with Crohn’s will be given the same as arthritic Ethel in her 80s. Thus, I find it infinitely hilarious when I walk into the medical day unit and watch as two or three seniors stare at me in curiosity. I’ve seen many an old bitty’s eyes go wide when they hear that I was born in the year 2000. Confusion when the scales reveal I’m on the heavier side and not outwardly weak or frail. But the best bit of this situation, which still makes me chuckle to this day, is what rarely happens at the end of an infusion.
Once an infusion is complete, the IV is removed, and a cotton ball is placed on the site to prevent bleeding. Usually, slight pressure and a little bit of time are enough for a clot to be formed and any chance of bleeding out in a medical bay to be reduced to virtually zero. However, on one rare occasion, not enough was applied, and as I got up to gather my things - I felt a warm sensation over the back of my hand. Looking down, I noticed a few drops of blood on the back of my phone case and some staining on the denim of my jeans. Turning to look at my hand, I realised the warm sensation was not my hand warming up after the cold IV stream - but blood oozing out from the infusion site. My hand looked like a Halloween decoration. Perhaps as a result of my lack of aversion to blood or my fatigue, I quietly and calmly asked the nurse for help. What I didn’t realise until I stood there waiting as the nurses scrambled to get the gauze or alcohol wipes was that arthritic Ethel had witnessed a young whippersnapper with a bleeding hand look at said bleeding hand with no fear and simply say, “Excuse me” as I pointed with my non-bleeding hand to the bloodbath - like a complete psychopath. I saw a look of horror and fear of myself, not the blood, in her eyes, and it still makes me laugh to know that she probably told everyone she knew about the psychopathic twenty-something she met in the medical day unit.
#2 A little too familiar with the Bristol Stool Scale -
It is a right of passage to be introduced to the Bristol Stool Scale following a diagnosis of IBD, with 1 being akin to rabbit droppings and 7 to swamp water. My mum quickly started using numbers to check my condition after this introduction. In the early days of a flare, I would be asked, “Number 4, 5 or 6?” as soon as I left the bathroom. However, it also became a way for us to assess unappetising food: a dodgy-looking shepherd’s pie, a 5. A little too watery chocolate lava cake, a 7. It didn’t take too long for us to realise that this scale may not be as appetising to overhear at the dinner table as it was funny for us to quip.
#3 The best way to enjoy a Pepsi is without the fizz -
You develop a strange relationship with food when you have IBD, and for me, during a flare or in the few weeks leading to my infusions, I find fizzy drinks hard on the gut. The carbon dioxide seems to exacerbate the pain and discomfort. But that doesn’t mean the cravings for certain beverages disappear.
On one such occasion during my flare, I craved a Pepsi - but didn’t want the fizziness it came with. Thus, I hatched a plan. As my parents were preparing to leave for Costco while I convalesced at home, I told them it would be a good idea to get some food, preferably a hot dog, to enjoy themselves and our dog. They returned with hot dogs and, more importantly, cups filled with Pepsi. While they enjoyed their food, I kept an eye on my Dad’s Pepsi. I knew he would have drunk a cup at the store, and this was his refill. I also knew that he never fully finished his second cup of Pepsi. Therefore, I waited for the moment he inevitably left the partially-full cup on the table. Once he left the table, I took the cup, checked the contents and once satisfied - I hid the cup in the fridge behind some condiments. The next day, I gleefully took out the flat Pepsi and downed the drink without the slightest hint of effervescence. I have yet to have a similarly satisfying food or drink experience.
References
Naylor, Chris & Parsonage, Michael & McDaid, David & Knapp, Martin & Fossey, Matt & A, Galea. (2012). Long-Term Conditions and Mental Health: The Cost of Co-Morbidities. https://assets.kingsfund.org.uk/f/256914/x/a7a77f9f6b/long_term_conditions_and_mental_health_february_2012.pdf
Lim, Jw., Zebrack, B. Caring for family members with chronic physical illness: A critical review of caregiver literature. Health Qual Life Outcomes 2, 50 (2004). https://doi.org/10.1186/1477-7525-2-50
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