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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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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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!

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.

 

 

Great News!

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My appointment with the EDS Clinic has been moved to Thursday! Yes! This Thursday! I am so excited I can barely breathe! Prayer works! Or being on the cancellation list! Or being charming, which the administrator has mentioned twice as being a factor in choosing me and my husband when cancellations come up. Which is very flattering, because I have been feeling like a gaping asshole lately for being so selfish and me-centric. However, I have only had enough spoons to get me through.

I have been trying to remain more positive lately, as one person suggested I not dwell on the past so much. I think that’s good advice. I don’t think that I was so much, but in evaluating, I am certain I wasn’t looking too far into the future. What do I have, really, to look forward to, personally? Let’s say I live another 30 years. That takes me to 77. Let’s hope my pain remains at this level. Oh, Lord, that’s depressing as it is. My grandmother is turning 97 this year, so 77 might be a bit wishful. Ha ha.

Of course, seeing my kids grow, my husband grow in his career. Die from stress, that will all be fun, too. (Joke) It’s fraught, but there are tons of things they teach me every day. My son takes physical therapy, and they are talking of sending him, ironically, to the EDS Clinic at Sick Kids. He hasn’t been diagnosed, but a diagnosis wouldn’t surprise me. He’s 13 1/2. My daughter has Aspergers, and the anxiety component is so challenging. She is so tough. So is my boy, actually. I spend a ton of time worrying about them, and deciphering whether my husband is actually trying to insult me, or if he’s just being autistic. He has autism as well, we just found out when daughter was diagnosed, only because they are exactly alike. I know he’s never trying to insult me, he just says things how he feels them and it sometimes sounds funny in words.

I’m rambling, sorry. Excited. Tired.

Once we find out what they can do for us, the EDS Clinic, I mean, then we can branch out and fill in the gaps.

Good thing we kept the wheelchair from my appointments, whenever those were. 😜

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I received an email this morning telling me that the reason my old pain management doctor was on leave was because he sexually assaulted three people and the College is calling for more stories. The clinic is being shut down. They didn’t hide their glee. They couldn’ t wait to lay their story on the College!

Look, I’ve heard the rumours. I’m horrified.  I’m disgusted. I don’ t know if there are any people out there who aren’t monsters. Yes, people. Women have been just as disgusting to me as men. Which is why I’m sitting here alone.

I really don’t understand why you have to clobber me repeatedly with the facts. I said I wasn’t sure what was happening, because I heard your version, everybody has heard your version, but the facts are playing out differently.

I am having appointment after appointment booked with… the new Head of the Wasser Pain Clinic? Dr. Peng! We go way back! He’s amazing! Very different from Dr. Gordon! Will this be permanent? Nobody knows yet.

What you don’t seem to understand, is that Dr. Gordon was always cordial to me. Was that because my husband was there? I don’t know. But he was the first person to listen to me. So I can’t throw him under the bus for a game of telephone. The first person to say he assaulted me, absolutely. I don’ t think he’s not capable of it. I just don’t lose my mind over non-verified conjecture. We are talking about a fifteen year relationship, here.

Anyway, moving forward, if anyone could show anyone else some compassion for losing their long term doctor, not being able to access care, that would be great. I sat here for three months not being able to sit up for more than fifteen minutes most days because my pain was so bad, and I couldn’t arrange to see anyone as he went on leave right before my appointment. If I sat up too long, I’d start puking.

I think if Dr. Peng is truly taking over, things will look completely different at Wasser, it will be like a breath of fresh air. The man is a genius! He is very strict, though. Doesn’ t like fatties. He treated me so differently this time around when I was skinny. 🙄 my only complaint.

I’m going to go process this some more. (Cry) I really only have to muddle through until April, when my appointment with the EDS clinic happens. I’m expecting big miracles from them!

 

 

So. Much. Pain

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My head and neck are absolutely killing me today. My face hurts. My joints hurt. My elbows and wrists hurt. No amount of medication or rub on medication has been working. I’ve spent the day lying in the dark watching Netflix. My daughter had trouble attending school today (that’s a whole other thing) but she came and sat with me while we watched some bad horror for a bit this morning. We don’t usually, as I don’t want her to be associating reward with staying home.

I’m not certain on next steps. I may have to just go to the hospital. This pain is wearing me down. I’m eating more chocolate than usual, which I often do when I want to be sleeping. It helps keep me awake. I want to stop, but I may sleep full time. I see a doctor on Monday for migraine BOTOX. Can I coax a few needles to the back of my head? I’m also to ask about a neurologist.

Still seems like a long time right now.

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