“In Latin, lupus means wolf, and erythematosus means redness. In the 18th century, doctors who first treated the disease noticed a common symptom: a red rash on the face and thought looked liked a wolf, or lupus, bite.”
If my memory serves me well- since I am often affected by brain fog– I’d say I only had the “butterfly rash,” so to speak, maybe once or twice.
I remember the first time as clear as day. It happened when I was attending Florida Memorial University. I was in my music appreciation class. High fever, stiff joints, barely able to sit upright in my chair. EVERYTHING hurt! But I had to be there. I had a presentation to give. It was my final project for Pete’s sake.
So I slowly made my way up to the front of the class. And I do mean SLOWLY. One of my classmates yelled, “yo what’s that on your face? You look bad yo!”
Embarrassed, I put my head down and shamelessly managed to make my way out of the classroom and to the nearest restroom. I wasn’t feeling well. I knew it. I felt it.
I saw my face. There it was. The rash! It was definitely NOT a site to see. I cried. I lagged as every step I took felt like I had walked a million miles already. Tears rolled down my face as I finally made it to the nurse’s station. The onsite nurse knew exactly what was going on when she saw me. She immediately told me that I was having a flare.
NO WONDER! I felt terrible!
Needless to say, she took really great care of me until I was physically able to move and go home.
Today, I urge everyone to take advantage of Lupus Awareness month. Read the thousands of blogs out there. Research it online. Visit a support group. Join a walk. Let’s get to KNOW LUPUS one day at a time!