My brain…. molasses or something.

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I am in excruciating pain. My pubic bone and my back are at war. All my fingernails are squishy, so many just tore I ripped them all short. I am taking vitamins,  but I need to sleep again. I can feel the nerve block being gone. My face hurts just so much. It’s not so bad first thing when I wake up, but as the day progresses,  the pain gets worse and my spelling, vision and coordination also deteriorate.

I need to hang on to mid July. Whee! I am working on Cefaly first impressions, but this flare up, which I think was from deviating from FODMAP, actually.  I had some not gluten-free snacks. I think that is my kryptonite. One snack has molasses, and I can have 100 g with no issues. But gluten is out of bounds for me.

My memory is horrible.  I can’t concentrate on anything or think at all. Is it the pain or medication? I don’t know. I am trying so hard. You can tell it’s bad now.

Love.

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

 

In the Blink of an Eye…

It looks like this didn’t publish when I tried to publish. Sorry. Let’s attempt it now, and I am working on another post…

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My beloved Grandmother died on May 7th. It was as unexpected as you can get for someone who is 96 years old (97 In August) and isn’t terribly ill. She was an amazing lady. She was my inspiration and role model in all things. She was so tough. She never let anything slow her down.

It was my utter frustration in not being able to attend her funeral, it being in Winnipeg, that led me to send a rather nasty (Canadian nasty) note to my doctor about me having to live in darkness while my life passes me by. Well, my doctor had me in her office and was sticking needles in my face within two days.

It seems she was sending me messages through the clinic, which I was not receiving, of course, and I was doing the same. Now that we are in touch, we can bypass the stupid place and get to business.

As for the MRI, my brain is fine, no leaking, no shifting, I seem to have good old fashioned chronic migraine. The doctor has a treatment plan, a bunch of it is old stuff from the last clinic, getting me off an old medication, Botox regularly. She feels I can probably feel good some of the time.

I was doing really well before, when my treatment was regular, so we shall see.

Sitting up is so amazing, I can’t even begin to tell you.

Why do people insist on wearing perfume to a headache clinic? Why?

Love

You Can’t Tell Me What To Do!

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I really don’t get the chance to interact with many people. It’s a huge effort for me. But your husband and kids! People exclaim. I see my kids when they drop off food, they are teens! Introverts at that. My husband arrives home from work around 7:30 and must take care of homework and lunches and clean up, so he rolls into bed around 9:00. I have an hour or so, if I managed to stay awake.

So, when I get to speak with a new person it’s pretty exciting! Unfortunately, though, some people (though their heart is in the right place, I’m sure, wanting to help) start in with the “You know what you need to do…” and it’s very rarely helpful. Now, of course I am not dismissing carefully considered suggestions, I’m not unilateral in this! What I’m talking about are the questions that could be better phrased as why questions. The ‘You need to find a new doctor’ ‘you need a housekeeper’ ‘the waiting list for neurologists is six years’  these types of unhelpful comments.

It would also be nice to be asked how I’m feeling, but we might all be pretending everything is fine.

I’m still lying here in the semi-darkness, grumbling most of the time. I feel like my life is flying by. I’ve been lying here for a year. I’m gaining weight back because I can’t move. I am having huge gastro problems. I’m so tired today, I can barely move. I’m not sleeping properly, pain is waking me up. My joints are so weak and painful I can barely do anything. I am so angry at being ignored. How much more of my life am I going to spend lying here?  I can do NOTHING right now. Even watching television is a struggle as the light and noise can only last so long.

I did buy a cervical pillow from Wal-Mart, it’s very nice. It’ helping my neck pain. I lie on it at first, after being propped up a bit and my neck hurts so much, but the next day it feels good. Less pain than usual.

I feel like if I could have a good stretch I’d be better. Momentarily, anyway…

 

After the awful van attack in Toronto,  one of the victims’ spiritual leader said she had so many loyal and beloved friends because she was a good person.  *Well* it’s really good to know where I stand. 🤔 Perhaps I should stick to Christianity over Buddhism, as it lauds suffering. 😄(Emotionally self-inflicted counts 😜).

Ugh, just occurred to me, my throat kind of hurts – I get really angsty and grouchy when getting sick. (Started to get that way around age 35. Awful.) At least it doesn’t take weeks to get over anymore.

Time for more rest.

Lies I’ve Been Told…

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“Looks aren’t that important in life, it’s what’s inside a person that matters.” …

“I am your friend,”…

“That looks great on you!” …

“You’ll regret it!” …

“I’ll never tell anyone, I swear!” …

“You can count on me!”…

“This medication is non-addictive.”…

“I would never lie to you,”…

“I love you!” countless…

“If you lose weight you’ll feel better!” x infinity…

“Your doctor will call you back in three days…”.

“Your doctor will call you on Tuesday.”.

(Sigh)

Now, to be fair, it seems the clinic is moving floors. It essentially broke down earlier this year (at last check, admittedly a bit ago, only complaint with my doctor who ran clinic is about paperwork. Will keep you posted. Must have hubby do checking am too weak),  and it seems to have merged with another pain management service. My new doctor, who was only in this clinic once a week anyway, has not been in, due to the chaos. I have confirmed the scan is on my file. Now, I don’t even know if the doctor to administer the blood patch is still on staff. I caught a quick article up online for only a couple of hours that stated there are no doctors in my home city to treat chiari if it turns out to be. I will burn that bridge when I get to it, but I am pretty miserable here. I essentially lie in the dark most of the time. The straighter my neck the better. My vision is very bad. My tablet is turned way down, as is the tv. Very dark. I can’t stand noise. So it’s not always watchable or useable in the tablets case. Last week was great- I could sit horizontally and play with makeup for a little bit! Have a rest. Organize some items I had tossed aside when feeling terribler. So much better than lying on my side in the dark. I have incredible trouble sleeping, so I stare into black space for hours. It can be awful. And the facial pain. Ay-yi. And the back pain so bad you almost faint, but you don’t.  Because you’re home alone. On really good days I get to sit up for a while before the pain starts, the nausea and dizzy take over. On really really good days you can turn on a lamp.

The EDS Clinic said I could be in to the pain clinic there by the end of June, so hope oozes from every pore! No, I am grateful as I’ve been inappropriately medicated for a long time. I would like to sleep, maybe? Once a week? My former pain doctor had been planning to change my plans for medication for a while, as he suspected I might be causing myself pain with what I am on. (Apparently it’s a thing) Plus it has been a year since I have had proper migraine shots, so dealing with intermittent migraines, too. Fun! 😄

Oh, and a lady from Chiari Canada has been so lovely and supportive in corresponding with me, even though she is so busy. I appreciate it so much.

My rugrats gave me their flu or cold or whatever… I am not amused. I shall take my whiny butt back under the blanket.

I shall let you know.

 

 

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.