Nachos, Flanders-Style!

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I had my Botox for migraine about nine days ago, and I feel the toxin beginning to work. The injections were an adventure. My appointment was for Thursday at 4, and somehow it was changed to Friday at 9, but nobody informed us. We learned through the grapevine. When we arrived on Friday, I was in a lot of pain, still static on these opioids, holding strong. I have not been able to sleep much, just two or three hours a night, and then every fourth or fifth night I sleep for ten hours.

I am waiting for my appointment, and three staff members are chatting. Then two start scream-laughing. I absolutely blacked out. I am so sensitive to noise and light, in pain so long, sleep deprived, I have no idea what happened,  but I found myself in a quiet room with husband in the dark. Crying.

Next, my doctor comes in. Have I mentioned she looks like Amy Adams? She drives needles in my face I can’t even feel. Then she tells me she is leaving to do a fellowship. She has referred me to her mentor, though.

I’m crushed.

I’m seeing my pain doc this week. Days are meaningless now. I’m so tired. My stomach is so upset. I’m constantly nauseated despite the medication.

Husband and I undertook an Ehlers danlos Triathlon last Friday. I had an EEG, bloodwork and an xray in two different hospitals in an hour and a half. We left the house at 8 am. and I was home with pajamas on and nachos by 10:58 am. Not bad. I eat FODMAP nachos, which are the corn chips, with lactose free cheese melted on top and lactose free sour cream. Yay. It’s my traditional after doctor food.

I hope this next appointment is helpful. I would like to have enough medication to function and to move without crying out all the time. Sleep would be nice, as I am so very grouchy.

I very much don’t want to live my life like this. I get so many comments about how my pain is from inactivity or I don’t move enough. It’s because I am in so much pain, geniuses! I’m glad they are actually looking at my pelvis and the structure at least. But, do they not get that if I wanted to sit around all day, I would sit around all day? I don’t need an excuse or a cover story about having chronic pain. My husband makes decent money now. I could just be a housewife. But I did actually have hopes and dreams.

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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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Yay! Pain is Fun!

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My nerve block from the end of May is wearing off significantly, and I am in pain. My face is very sore, making eating and speaking uncomfortable. The back of my head really hurts, traveling down my neck into my shoulders. I’m trying to be as calm and relaxed as possible. I think this will mean avoiding people for a bit. I’m very much an introvert, and I am quite sensitive. Knowing this about myself helps to make good decisions about setting boundaries. I’m not exactly great with boundary setting, but I need to work on this for my own health.

I tried the Cefaly on cycle 2 and found it surprisingly gentle. Almost more gentle than the gentle cycle. Electrode placement is so important. I’m now doing two cycles a day. It is helping so much. I’m still lying in the dark, but can watch TV, so am not bored too much. Using a tablet is tough for too long, and my vision is quite blurry.

My digestive system is very grouchy. I hope I see that GI doc soon. So uncomfortable. I found some exercises for my pubic bone online. I will try those starting Monday. I don’t want to hurt myself knowing we are going to the Banksy exhibit this weekend.  My first non-doctor outing in a year!

I approached my doctor about a breast reduction also. I don’t know how likely, but I am so uncomfortable all the time. I have sores, I can’t wear a proper bra because the band hurts my stomach. The straps even of a bralette dig into my shoulders. Despite the EDS, I have had 10 surgeries, four non-keyhole, and only one took a bit to heal because it was at my waistband.  Maybe? I sent an email afterwards, so we will see. The EDS clinic doctors seem super nice!

So, I am waiting for my treatment to begin, essentially. Saving my energy. I feel like garbage, but I have felt worse. I need some me-time. I’m pretty exhausted from trying to be social. From trying to make friends, from battling sheer assholishness. Putting up walls for people who refuse to accept boundaries. I didn’t realize it would be this much work to explain and explain again things that seem so simple to me. Like, please don’t ring my phone repeatedly after 9:00 PM because you feel chatty. Or ring my phone repeatedly at all. Or write nasty comments on my Instagram page because I haven’t returned your DM. You can see me writing about chronic pain.

I’m tired.

Happy Pride Month!

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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.

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.

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.