The Spoon Theory by Christine Miserandino My best friend and I were in the diner, talking. As usual, it was very late and we were eating French fries with gravy. Like normal girls our age, we spent a lot of time in the diner while in college, and most of the time we spent talking about boys, music or trivial things, that seemed very important at the time. We never got serious about anything in particular and spent most of our time laughing. As I went to take some of my medicine with a snack as I usually did, she watched me with an awkward kind of stare, instead of continuing the conversation. She then asked me out of the blue what it felt like to have Lupus and be sick. I was shocked not only because she asked the random question, but also because I assumed she knew all there was to know about Lupus. She came to doctors with me, she saw me walk with a cane, and throw up in the bathroom. She had seen me cry in pain, what else was there to know? I started to ramble o

So today the management of the building where of offices are based decided to pull a fire drill on us! Fun right? Not at all. A while back when one of my colleagues went for fire rescue training organised by the management of the building, one of the questions I asked her is if they had been given any tips on how to evacuate people with various disabilities in case of a fire. No mention at all. I just kept hoping that in case of a fire drill they would give us a heads-up. Anxiety is a big part of my daily life which has seen me develop OCD ( Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) to take control of situations and minimise my instances of anxiety. About two hours ago, I was hinted at that there would be a fire drill in the building anytime from 11AM. As you can maybe imagine, I was happy that i was in the know, but that was just before my anxiety kicked in. First, I became suddenly hungry despite having a pretty routine morning, then came fatigue not to mention the very restful night I had than