Party Weekend!

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I had the biggest party last weekend with a huge jug of Peglyte! Yes, the stuff you take before surgery to clean your bowels out. The GI doctors felt I had been so constipated for so long, I should start fresh, so to speak, before I started a bunch of new medications.

More TMI to follow.

I’m annoyed by some of these medications because they are huge! I used to be able to swallow the handful just fine, but now I must divide them up. It should help my motility – the rate at which food passes through your body- which is happy making.

Just attending the appointment on Thursday, the motion and movement – I pooped seven times on Friday with no medicine. Obviously, my lack of movement in general is impairing my movements, but I definitely need more help. The chronic nausea, never being hungry, I haven’t been eating much, maybe 800 kcal per day, and I still have gained 40 lbs. Not much has come off since the purge, either. My body is so weird.

I started on Saturday, with instructions to take the Peglyte every 10 minutes until it was gone. I took 4 of them and was so ill, I was sure I would be sick. It worked, but I repeated things on Sunday, waiting 15 minutes between and things went so much smoother! I still felt horrible, but once things ‘passed’ I went to sleep. You go until you are pooping clear liquid, by the way. Not fun. I am still weak and tired. My intestines are finding their way back to normal.  If they are able to. My son says I look so much thinner! I am not to leave things go that long anymore. Three or four days without a BM and I need to take action.

I can’t believe how much abdominal pain I had. I do feel so much relief. I am not able to wear waistbands, and yesterday I had a tank top on, but the lower band was too tight on my lower abdomen. I needed to change it for a loose tee-shirt.

I am sleeping now. Too much. Isn’t it always either too much or not enough? I don’t know if my body is just getting back to where it needs to be, or if it’s the medication I am on, but I can nap all afternoon and be ready for bed when the husband gets home. I suspect it’s the muscle relaxers that are supposed to make me drowsy.  Unfortunately my back hurts as much as ever. Well, my cleanse took it down around 10% or so.

It’s going to be interesting to see how this GI situation plays out. I already feel like I will be able to do more once I shake this exhaustion. If I can sort out some of the other issues and figure them out, it would be so great to feel better! I have 6 tests ahead, I think, and they said about 6 months to get them all. One scopes my throat, one my butt, one I must swallow rings and be xrayed, one I must wear a nasogastric tube for 24 hours, one I must eat a radioactive egg sandwich. and I can’t remember the last one.  I’m trying to focus on the possibility of feeling better, not tentacles of all sizes being shoved into my body. 😋

Hit by more exhaustion.

Sending love.

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My GI Tract Will be Scoped

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I will also be looking at downsizing my huge tracts of land. I just tried on a 2x shirt I ordered and could barely get it over the girls. This is untenable.

Back to my GI appointment. I was a bit nervous because it was through the EDS clinic, and I met that awful doctor the first time, but these doctors were probably the best I have ever met. They had a fellowship student do the intake. She listened so carefully and asked such good questions. She really led the appointment and I didn’t feel like I had to explain myself or guess what may have happened to me. By this, I mean my guesses about my birth trauma are just suppositions. That’s when the pain started and it makes sense, but it’s really a guess.

I was examined, found to be full of gas, you can play my gut like a drum. The doctor came in, she confirmed everything and we went through the listing of about 6 scopes I will be going through. Timeline will be about six months. We will check my motility, scope up and down with a camera, I have to swallow rings and be xrayed the next day. Lots of things to check my motility. I won’t be enjoying those scopes, but I will like to poop more than once every 10 days.

Going to the EDS clinic is great, because there is an administrator there who is made out of sunshine. She is just the coolest person, and she talks with me and husband before our appointment AND takes care of stuff. I always feel like a real person again. I always look forward to seeing her. There is another woman who works there who used to work at my old pain clinic. I couldn’t recognize her face, but when I listened to her voice for a while, I realized it was because I always sent my husband up with my cards to register. I recognize her voice, but I didn’t see her much! I hope I see her soon to tell her! She’s sweet!

My husband does research, that’s his ‘thing’. So he looked up the lead doctor at the clinic. Not only is he handsome, he has a pretty darn good reputation for research. He may not have the reputation my pain clinic doctor has, but he has headed some large and important studies. He has the potential to be just amazing and well-known. My husband told me he is only 43. I am not comfortable with doctors being so much younger than me! (Not really)

I have sent letters to the patient relations department of the hospitals. One, being that my first appointment didn’t go well. I do not qualify for hEDS under the new qualifications, however it’s because I scored 4/9 on Beighton. Now this was January, and I told the doctor I could push further, I was in pain, but if he wanted to see something specific, please tell me. He was silent. The Patient relations person is amazing, and they aren’t taking away my diagnosis, but I am nervous. We are discussing. I can repeat the test fine during summer months, so we shall see.

The other letter is to the other hospital regarding the pain clinic and how I am not being heard. I am still in incredible pain. I’m not sleeping in any kind of pattern. 3 hours here, 2 there. I’m exhausted.

My husband and I have been discussing my presentation around doctors. I don’t know if I am doing something wrong or not. Am I not deferential enough? Too aggressive? I am running on pure adrenaline usually.

I have a whole new butt-load of medication to try. I know being more active will help, too. Sigh. I have also gained back 40 of the 120 I lost. I will cop to 15 lbs of that. When I eat oatmeal for breakfast and a couple of oatmeal bars for lunch, no dinner, how am I gaining weight? Besides not pooping? Honestly.

I also realized, I sound just like my grandmother. She was gassy, burpy, constipated, had awful heartburn, as well. I don’t know if she actually coughs up her food like I do. Gross. It’s like a cud. My grandmother had so much work on the farm and looking after grandpa, I don’t know if she actually had proper treatment.

That’s me up til now.

Will keep you updated if something fun happens.

Love to all.

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Doctor Appointment

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I am so infuriated I have no idea what to do next. Let me start from the top. I went to the pain clinic doctor yesterday. Before I see him, he has a gatekeeper who writes down notes and brings forward my concerns. They look at my chart, make a plan and discuss. Makes sense, right? Sure when it works.

I went in there with a few concerns. First, I have not been sleeping. I get an hour or two, then day 5 or 6 I get a full rest. This is three weeks. My pain is keeping me awake since I’m stepping down the opioid medication. She tried to tell me my pain was spiking because of withdrawal. Never happened to me before? Oh, well take melatonin. Really? Well, practice good sleep hygiene. Do you really think I’m new at this? Well, we will slow down the step down on your medication, you’re doing the rushing, not us! The doctor comes in later and first thing says I need off that medication now.

I explain about my muscle cramps, constant pain from it, how much it affects me and how it impacts my day. I reiterate my daughter’s birth story, and the probable damage. She forgot to mention the spasms to the doctor, but he has a medication that might help. Gatekeeper chimes in that it might make me drowsy so I’m actually tired when I go to bed. I refrain from strangling her. Then the doctor asks me if I have children and I nearly shit myself. Obviously she has told him nothing. I immediately launch into the saga of my week in labour, but he isn’t listening. This is vitally important, but lost.

I had mentioned about a breast reduction, but gatekeeper scoffed. Don’t wear a bra. She doesn’t get it at all. I manage to ask how I’m supposed to do physio if the band makes me vomit and the straps makes my fingers numb. This, brought forward. Least of my concerns right now. (I’m a G in Europe or an I/J in US with a 38 band. I have a small ribcage, but yeah. The band is extremely painful it presses on my stomach itself, the straps cause finger numbness immediately,  total loss of feeling in 2 hours, and I have constant sores developing underneath, it’s a freaking nightmare)

She does seem convinced I need a gastroenterologist. They are helping get one on board by harassing the one at the EDS clinic.  I’m still eating the small meals a day, and whatever I can manage in between. My stomach burns like fire. Ugh. We now carry ZipLoc bags everywhere. I expect people to mistake me for Beyonce anytime now.

I did get called a fucking bitch twice and a slut once. I mean, my husband was driving his car on the street like an asshole, not levitating for pedestrians, totes my fault. 🙄  I was also wearing sunglasses indoors, I’m so photosensitive. I deserve to be called a fucking bitch. 🙄  I must be one of those newfangled sluts who never have sex, and rarely leave the house. Mmmm, constant vomitus soooo sexy.

The more people I encounter, the more I want to be alone.

Present company excepted.

I’m starting to hallucinate from lack of sleep. What fun!

Oh, Gatekeeper heavily suggested I see a psychologist to talk about my problems. (This has been something I have been begging for) because people with way less problems than you see them, you know. I also want to see a psychiatrist who can please help me with sleep issues. Please? (Another rant culminating in me demanding to find me names for both.)

This was the woman I saw last visit. When she asked where I was from, and I answered “Winnipeg ” she said, “I’m sorry”. (People from Toronto think this is hysterical).

If people in this city are being treated the way I am, no wonder things are tense. I refuse to leave this house and it is because of other people.

To add to the love, our city being shot up the other night was right where my husband grew up. Beautiful area. For some reason my husband’s ex girlfriend had to post all about her feelings and tag my husband on Facebook. Sigh. Normally, but not after 20 years and when you’re living with my exhusband. Apparently saying the first part (the tagging) is making the shooting all about ME, and pointing that out, is slutshaming. I can’t stop laughing, because no. Reporters reporting doesn’t mean the news is all about them, and in the end, doesn’t it always begin and end with the triggered white Male? Losers (’cause it’s always a pile on 🙄) . Glad I know there ARE good ones out there or I would be so depressed.

Ok. I’d better stop or my eyes will roll right out of my head. I have a low tolerance today, I had better look after myself.

Trying to get back to love, but I’m so low on reserves.

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Three Weeks Later…

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The past three weeks has been filled with trying to get my kids to pass and finish their respective grades, having them prepare for summer school, dealing with the first week of that, ushering in the purchase of new beds, and trying to facilitate the angst though the purchase of all new appliances.

My husband does not like change. He will put off purchasing anything until he absolutely must. The beds, for example.  Our fridge door is being held on with scotch tape. Dishwasher is broken. This must happen. I have no involvement with the kitchen, so it doesn’t bother me. He has things chosen, it now is having things picked up and hooked up, which is a huge chore. He can’t take all this time off and look after me.

The new beds, however,  are fantastic. My neck hurts less. Actually, I hurt more, but it’s not the bed’s fault!

Once again, with a whole new crop of doctors, we have to play around again. When I first started at the pain clinic 11 years ago, they put me on an opioid. That was standard practice. I am still on a bit of that opioid, and I’ve been trying to get off it for three or four years now. My pain doctor would say next appointment. Then that appointment would be in six months because that was first available, there would be 10 pressing matters to discuss,  then it would be… next time.

In the meantime I go on marijuana oil and a marijuana derived pain supplement. Fine. Everything is good. I’m okay as long as I don’t move too much.

My migraine doctor sends me back to my pain doctor saying take me off the opioid. At the same time, the marijuana pain pill is going out of stock. These two make up 62% of my pain relief. My marijuana oil only lasts for 5 hours at a time.

Now, my husband manages my medication.  He takes it and puts it in the weekly boxes for me, so I don’t know how much I stepped down, but before long I was in agony.

Now, those without Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome, and even those with, because everyone is different, right? The way mine works is that if my spine goes out-of-place, all of my muscles immediately tense up so nothing else gets ‘damaged’ until we get help. My stupid, well-meaning body. With my pelvis doing whatever nonsense it’s up to, my whole pelvis muscles tensed up, including my back. We have been trying to medicate them down ever since. Yesterday, we or actually, he gave me a booster: which is a smaller dose of medication set aside for emergencies allowed by the doctor. After that, I was able to sleep from around noon, to my regular time this morning. Previously I had been sleeping in two to four-hour chunks. I feel its much easier to cope. Like I’m able to.

I’m so frustrated with these doctors, though. What were they expecting? I was just supposed to stop everything? That I am actually not in pain and am doing this for fun? Honestly, the way people have been treating me. I might just break.  I don’t want to be on opioids. I don’t want my kids to hear me screaming in pain, either.

My migraine shots are coming up. I’m hoping that will help the face pain. I was talking with the other doctor about the pubic bone pain and he asked if my migraine doctor would be willing to shoot me with botox in the pubic bone.  So that’s a fun conversation I get to have. Although, last time I did compliment her on how smooth her legs were and asked if she waxed or shaved. ☺ I think I was completely giddy with pain relief.

Why do people think they already know what I think? Nobody ever asks what I want.

Someday someone is going to treat me like a person. Scratch that. My Migraine doctor is great. The office staff looks after me very well. It’s mostly the doctors who don’t know what they are doing and people who are rude in general. But those people still don’t see me as a human being.

The way things are as of now, I am completely off the marijuana based pain pill, as it’s out of stock at the moment and I have no choice. I cut down a bit on the opioid, but I need to stay where I am because I am hurting at an 8 or 9. I  am waiting to see the doctor who is supposed to be seeing me for this. I had an appointment last week, but was too sick. Imagine. Still taking the marijuana oil. It’s helping me through. I do have other medications, but those are the main ones for pain.

The physiotherapist is ready for me. My last two physical therapy experiences were:

1. Lose the cane and join a gym. For this, $125

2. A guy who couldn’t figure out why my legs were so unresponsive. Duh, I was full of Botox. I can’t be smarter than these people. I can’t.

Looking forward to this. 🙄

I will let you know if anything changes. First I want to walk without blacking out. Then physio.

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The Doctor Appointment: or I’m the Girl with the Most Cake

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I attended the doctor appointment of intrigue on Monday, and found out SO MUCH INFORMATION! I have needed two days to recover. Also, my nerve blocks are wearing off, so please bear with me, my face hurts.

Well, it seems the lovely doctor who did my nerve blocks at the other hospital is now not able to be working at both hospitals. This may have contributed to communication breakdown. But it also means she had no reason to see me or take me on as her patient. When I sent her that desperate email, I had no idea, and she could have said, sorry, don’t work there. However, she took me on as her patient at the other hospital. I am so very thankful.

Now, the doctors at the clinic wanted to know how much I know, which was nothing.

The very first miracle was having the admin at the pain clinic bumping me up in the schedule so I could see the migraine doctor in the first place. I think she only saw a few people, and my husband was very nice to her, as he just is, and she knew how much pain I was in, so she got us in right away. I don’t think she brought many patients with her back to her clinic.

Now, back to the appointment. Remember the scary, nasty woman who worked there? She was in charge of this appointment. She was a ray of sunshine. I believe it was finally having job-related duties. Anyway, we had a lovely conversation. Originally, I was sent back to this clinic to get off of an inappropriate medication. Then she asked some questions. Who has been following up with me? No one. What are your other issues? Well, I spoke about my knees, arthritis, we are going to the arthritis society, it’s not too bad.

My pubic bone. I spoke about being laughed at and dismissed by the EDS Clinic. She looked concerned. I told her that it might not be an EDS issue, but it still hurts, and even if he says it shouldn’t it still does. Then it clicked. I told her it might be an injury from my daughter’s birth. They tried to keep her in until she was 37 weeks, but she was an oz short of 8 lbs. The doctor had to stand on the table during my c-sections and rip her out of my pelvis. The only reason I know is because my husband is 6’5″ and could see over the curtain. He turned white (er). He didn’t tell me until later. She looked at me in horror.

I told her about my back pain, which she blamed on inactivity, of course, but my husband jumped in and mentioned it was our original reason for visiting the pain clinic, and how I was improving for so long.

When I thought about it though, doesn’t it make sense that the back pain is the other side of the pelvic pain? Duh. I really am ashamed it took me 16 years to figure this out. Not to mention I was in labour for 2 days with my son slamming against my pubic bone. They gave me an epidural for the pain right away. Then when they looked at the ultrasound realized he wasn’t going to fit. I am 5’8″. I’m not some little, slight, thing. Oooh, fun fact. While I was still under the illusion of VBAC I received advice from Michelle Duggar, who was on kid number 8 or 9 at the time.

When the doctor came in he told me he had given me one round of Botox injections. I agreed. We then went through everything again… at which point I corrected him and said: Dr, you gave me two sets of Botox, and a guided nerve block under anaesthesia. He was not like being corrected, but was kind of… okay! Knows her stuff!

At the end of the meeting, he was unimpressed no one was following me. We were expecting to see an appointment at the EDS pain clinic in September. So he booked me for a full exam in July.

Surprise! We have an appointment with the EDS Pain Clinic mid – June! So we are going to let the other pain clinic know, just for transparency, and see what they can offer. Another Miracle!

It was so amazing, I called my Mom as soon as I could, as my spoons came back, on Monday. We are so different! I was marvelling at the miracles and my luck, my Mom wanted to know how everything got so screwed up! She said everything should be perfect! Well, yes. It has taken me so long to get over that expectation. Sometimes miracles happen when things are messiest. I can’t demand perfection when I live in chaos. My daughter has perfectionist tendencies and it nearly cripples her from doing anything. It’s painful to watch.

Embrace your imperfections. They are some of your most endearing qualities!

I am still working with the Cefaly! I will give you an update in a couple of days!

Intrigue…

giphy3In my previous post, belatedly posted, we established I have chronic migraine and messages between my doctor and me were not being relayed through the clinic, like they were supposed to be. My doctor was displeased, but I saw her at her home hospital, and I am on the pain clinic waiting list at the EDS hospital. The issue is, not many doctors hold a license for prescribing one drug I am on, but have been trying to quit, but my doc hasn’t had enough time to make that happen. Now it’s a priority. So I have to go back to the bad clinic for a bit.

Well, I just received a call saying there was a cancellation at the bad clinic and they called me right away because they know I am in need and they want to have a discussion about my needs going forward.

Anyone else sense a clinic about to lose a lucrative client?

I am certain my migraine doctor spoke up about leaving me hanging for three months. Part of the reason I hadn’t directly emailed my doctor earlier is I had once, and received a confirmation call from the nurse on duty who refused to speak to my husband, who is by my side constantly through this, and eleven years at this clinic, he has signed all forms indicating he is my proxy. She made it sound definitely not okay to be emailing.

Or, it could be just to refill my prescriptions.

Anyway, my migraine doctor recommended a new 20180525_120251.jpgmachine alled Cefaly. I hope it makes me look like Wonder Woman. I haven’t tried it yet. They zip tied the zippers on the case together and I thought I might sever an artery if I tried to cut it open. My husband opened it with nail clippers. Genius.

I am losing large chunks of my brain, it seems. I just can’t remember things. My brain is usually razor sharp. I’m forgetting how to spell! Well, but am I forgetting, or just screwing up? I wonder.

I’m starting to relax a bit. I hope to blog a bit more. Truthfully, Things have been tough. My parents follow me everywhere on social media, and are asking so many questions; after our distant relationship, it’s really hard to adjust. I’ve tried speaking with them, but I don’t think they get it. They imagine me talking to friends or my kids or my husband. No! Most of my friends deserted me. My kids are introverted teens. They talk to me when they need their Dad to understand something, and my husband gets up at 5 am, gets home at 8:30 and I may see him from 9:30 to 11 pm if he stays up late and I’m not in a sleep phase.

But things are getting better. I have more friends now. I’m not always sleeping. Though I have my weeks. My sister was here at Christmas, but the last thing I did with a friend was last June. Ha. Last time I even went out that wasn’t a doctor appointment. That sucks.

It’s just tough having your parents witness your every human interaction. My mom means well, but she offers opinions, and I take it as criticism (because it always has been in the past, even though she doesn’t mean it that way?), partly it’s great that people are treating me as normal, but I am really delicate still. I don’t get jokes much, (maybe it’s living with three people with autism?) Maybe I am too weak, still? I feel as if we are just going to end up hurting each other or saying something the other will misunderstand, because it’s easy, and I am in pain or the medication has made me fuzzy. But I feel too weak to have the conversation, too.

Blah, it’s awful. Does anyone else feel like this or am I awful? Or both.

On a lighter note, shortly after my Botox in July, I’m getting my hair done! Decided. 😜

Much love

 

Waiting for Results

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I had the MRI as planned last week. They had to redo a portion of it because I was moving, but I was in so much pain I couldn’t be still. My back was just so sore, being flat. Somehow this is affecting my back, and this pain is the worst pain. It almost affects me more than anything.

I played with makeup for a couple of days. It was tons of fun, but a bit of shadow kept falling in my eyes, as i had to do it lying on my back. I’m resting today. I haven’t seen my husband since yesterday morning because I have been asleep. I was awake all weekend, so I need it.

I am so weak yet so hungry. My body is gearing up for something.

I may be a bit less frequent than usual. I don’t have much energy these days. I only seem to have enough to buy scented candles. And makeup. But that’s not hard. I’m going to try going on a no buy tomorrow for the rest of the month. We shall see.

Exhausted.