Black and Blue Ribbons - a Column by Karen Del Vecchio

After more than 10 years of working in schools, I should be better about managing my Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) through the transition from time off in the summer to the academic year in fall. But every year it seems to take me by surprise. Since I love my job,…

As I drove out of the pit and started making my way around the first curve of the track, I was both nervous and excited. Much to my surprise, the head of the school where I work had decided on some unique back-to-school preparations. Instead of the usual team bonding…

As I stress on the phone about how I have no idea what my schedule looks like for the next day and I don’t know what I’m going to do, my mom calmly cuts in and says, “Go take a nap. If it’s still a problem when you wake…

My shoulder is a common source of Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS) pain. It hasn’t been the same since I had a terrible soccer injury as a teenager, before my diagnosis. Usually, my EDS pain affects the same muscles that my original injury directly affected: my trapezius…

Walking through the kitchen at my mom’s house recently, I was too busy watching her new kitten, Phineas, play to pay attention to where I was going. I was also barefoot — something that’s rare for me since developing plantar fasciitis, as it’s usually too painful to walk without…

It’d been a great day, and despite my Ehlers-Danlos syndrome (EDS), I wasn’t feeling particularly sore. My brother and niece were visiting, and we’d gone to a botanical garden with a kids area. It had a splash pad, sensory garden, and other age-appropriate ways for kids to interact with…

Each morning after I wake up, I take stock of how I feel. Is my back stiff? Does it hurt? How about my shoulder? Did I sleep wrong and aggravate it? How about my plantar fasciitis? Does my hip feel stuck or out of place? While I do this…

Any morning I wake up and see a heat advisory on my phone’s weather app, I know I’m in for a fun day. Or more likely the opposite. Last week, I was smack in the middle of an East Coast heat wave, and the temperatures were miserable. A heat index…

I remember watching the ball fly past my last defender and realizing I had to choose: I could either run out from the goal, in hopes of beating the other team’s offensive player to the ball and clearing it away, or get ready for a one-on-one breakaway situation. As my…

Summer means I have a break from teaching, which is great for rejuvenating myself for the next school year. But it’s also easy for me to do too much because I have more free time. That must mean I can do more, right? Wrong. To avoid taking on too much…