Harvest 2017 has wrapped up, and with 95% of our crops in the bins, we can’t complain. It’s so much better than last year!
As usual, it has been a busy season. The early snow last year left us with some combining and piles of discing to do this spring. All the rain in May and June also made for stressful seeding but we made it through. Now with the wet harvest it looks like we’ll be in the same boat with some of the discing next spring, but that’s ok, at least our crops aren’t out under the snow this winter!
Now the focus is to haul bales, and move some grain. I am not much help with that this year. I like to write about the farm, our successes and failures, and what we’re up to. What I have been meaning to write about and just haven’t wanted to, is my health. But if this blog is about “Authentic Farming, Authentic Living,” then I think it’s time to talk more about the “Living.”
In the middle of harvest last year, I was in an accident on the highway and rolled my truck. I came out with some bruises and a mild concussion. I spent most of the winter recovering from what I thought at first was just shock and stress on my body from the accident, but things kept getting worse. In April of this year I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia.
Fibromyalgia is a central nervous system disorder. It’s characterized by widespread pain and fatigue. This pain can look like sore muscles, stiff joints, headaches, nerve pain, and skin pain (allodynia). Fibro can also cause sensitivities to certain foods, smells, and environments, as well as cognitive impairment, known as “fibrofog.” The exact cause is unknown, although recent studies have shown that it might be related to extra nerve fibres in the extremities of fibromyalgia patients, and it is the overactivity of these nerves that causes circulation issues and pain.
I could go on, but you get the picture. Basically, it’s been a rough year health-wise. In between farming and on rainy days, Nolan and I have been searching for some relief for my body, going to doctor appointments, naturopaths, physio, acupuncture, and even going to Edmonton for injections in the nerve bundles along my spine.
The nerve pain in my legs has been particularly debilitating for me, as it makes it difficult for me to operate the pedals on the tractors or trucks. Thus, my field-time this year has been limited to things that don’t involve too much use of pedals, like swathing and combining.
I am slowly learning to adjust my life around fibromyalgia, and with a lot of trial and error, I think I am starting to get somewhere. This, however, is not somewhere I ever thought I’d be. I never pictured myself having to stop combining to go soak my body in Epsom salts, or for that matter not being able to combine at all because I literally can’t climb the ladder.
The frustration and added stress that my illness has caused all of us is evident. I don’t recall any of us looking as tired at the end of harvest as we do this year. Therefore, my goals for this winter are to make educating myself and managing this illness my first priorities. The cold weather lately has made my symptoms worse, but I’m readjusting and my body will catch up soon. By the time spring work rolls around again, I want to ready to disc and harrow and have farming be my priority again. It’s hard to feel like a farmer when most days you are unable to actively farm. I try to stay involved by doing bookwork and little jobs that aren’t too physically demanding, but it just isn’t the same as being out there every day.
Being unable to work on the farm as much as I’d like to has given me a fresh perspective on how very lucky we are. How fortunate are farmers, to not only have a front-row seat, but to also be a stage-manager for growing healthy food? I think if we are the stage-managers, then nature is the director, deciding when it rains or shines, or how the wind blows. I’ll be happy when I’m back in the front row.