I should nap…

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I don’t feel good. I don’t really feel sick, either. I’m cold and tired, uncomfortable, and out of sorts. I’m nauseated, and was sick to my stomach yesterday. My son was home sick on Tuesday, but he felt vaguely unwell. Up and around after a few hours.

So, could be the flu, or it could be a regular thing that happens where my digestive system gets wonky for a couple of days. Weird.

I’m going to isolate myself and probably nap until I feel better – likely sometime tomorrow. I will probably be less cranky. I am only cranky because I’m not going to sleep like a silly.

Anyway, I will go do that, catch you in a bit.

I’m a 10 out of 10

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You know you’re gearing up for a migraine when you lecture a stranger in your dream for wearing too much perfume. I even gave her the speech on the proper distance you should be from someone before you first detect it. I was quite thorough. The proper distance, by the way, is conversational distance. That is where you should first detect someone else’s fragrance.  None of this where they walk into the establishment and you can taste it before you even see the person nonsense.

Anyway, I tried to play with makeup yesterday, but the migraine started creeping up. I continued, because it had been over a week! I played for a bit, then finally had a nap. Slept from 1 pm until 8:30 pm when my husband came to bed. I was so restless and uncomfortable.  I couldn’t settle my stomach. I didn’t have anything solid yesterday except for oatmeal for breakfast.

I couldn’t sleep last night, I was just awake, restless. I keep trying. I’d dissolve into tears every once in a while, the pain was so bad, and then it would dissipate. Then ramp up. Ugh. I would lie there, just trying to be still, trying to distract myself. Reading cat memes. Reading long form news stories.

I was supposed to have Botox injections for migraine and for pain management on August 22-ish.  Since then the migraines are back, I’ve had my first period in fourteen years, (Mirena) and I’m wracked with pain.

I have not heard back from the pain clinic. Realistically, it’s been 3 weeks? I think? It feels like an eternity. I feel like most of the pain right now is in the back of my head, whatever we are dealing with there. One month until my neurologist appointment.

It’s also been close enough to a month that I believe it is time to start harassing the EDS clinic again. I think we shall do those things, see where that leads us.

I’m interested to see if I have a period next month. The question: was the Botox contributing to my lack of menses? How? Dunno. Correlation does not equal causation yeah yeah. We will see.

Let’s tackle one thing at a time. I will certainly bring it up at the EDS clinic, I don’t know if they have a GYN on staff, but I will ask for a referral straight away, as well as for a gastroenterologist, as that doesn’t seem to be happening either.

Happily, however, my stomach seems to have settled and I no longer feel like throwing up my toenails. Yay Gravol!

Short term, I don’t seem to be sleepy. Or I am already dead. I occasionally find a comfy spot and all is happy for a while, so things aren’t terrible. I’m going to focus on medicating myself today, listening to podcasts, and maybe tv if I can. Tonight I’m definitely taking a sleeping pill, and back to that if I need to.

I was thinking of a warm bath, but moving…

I can do a month! Right?

And however long the EDS clinic takes…

💜

 

 

Inconvenient Sleep Habits

In the first place, my body is being a big jerk. It won’t let giphy15me sleep at any time there is another person in this house asleep.  On top of that, I’ve caught my daughter’s cold. Which isn’t a horrible one, it’s just that I’m a terrible wimp when it comes to having a sore throat. I find that pretty funny, actually.  I am also suffering with yeast infections for some reason. I am having incredibly awful pelvic and back pain. If it’s not gone by morning, I’m actually going in somewhere. It’s incredible. I don’t know what is causing this. I was having terrible problems for almost eight months about two years ago. I had fungal infections all along the inside of my thighs and my under my breasts. My pharmacist recommended cranberry tablets. It was funny how I discovered this. My husband is in charge of all my medicine. He had asked the pharmacist about this problem and received this answer. I had been taking them for a while before I noticed. When I asked about them, I received an explanation, which I denounced as hogwash. Husband asked if the thrush had cleared up, to which I had to admit, yes it had. Unfortunately, I have been not so great at taking my pills, as I sleep at odd hours, missing some. I need to pay attention, get back on track.

Although, that is difficult when you’re curled in a ball whimpering.

I’ve found that around midnight, I usually start crying. It doesn’t last long, usually less than 30 seconds. I’ve never gone longer than 3 minutes. But I have had a few minutes to myself to be scared and break down before I put my face back on. The everything will be ok, face. Or maybe I sob out of self pity. I have some of those, too, I’m certain.

I can’t deny I’m stressed. My mother needs support and I can’t offer it to her. I’m likely the only one, besides her sister, she has. My husband is too overworked to give me the support I need. I ask for things, 10 minutes of his time, and it’s to the point where this is becoming problematic to schedule. Tonight, I wanted help with two rather unimportant things, I waited until bedtime at 9:00, but almost didn’t accomplish them because of all the distractions etc. He keeps telling me he answered me when he didn’t. It’s so frustrating. I know it’s not my memory, either. Sigh. 11:00. We need a better strategy.

Trouble with midnight painsomnia is I can’t vape or watch TV 🤣. Our sofa is not a place to banish people to. I can’t make it downstairs on my own, either.

I’ve been cleaning out drawers. Nesting. It’s my favourite thing to do. It’s been hard work, but I always feel better afterward.

Can I ask a question of my friends who are on the Autism Spectrum? How offensive is the term Aspie? Or Aspy? Here’s why: I have so much to talk about with my family, with three of them being on the spectrum. Daughter, diagnosed Aspergers, husband not diagnosed, but clearly on the spectrum, and my son will be diagnosed when he returns to school. I have so much to share about parenting and what living with these folks is like, I was thinking of…ugh, a third blog. Ugh. I know. But the name Three Aspies and a Zebra sounded good to me, I just didn’t want to be offensive. Open to any good name suggestions! Speaking to the blog, for example, my kids have no idea when people are joking. My daughter went to the CNE, I asked her to buy me some donuts, which are off my FODMAP plan. She’s 15, btw. She started crying because she didn’t know if I was kidding, and if she should really do it because they might hurt me, and she didn’t want to be responsible for me getting sick. She’s so sweet! 💜

My husband is snoring sweetly beside me. I want to whack him with a pillow. Nah, I know that if the kids stir or if I call out, he will be up. His beloved aquarium was acting up earlier, so he’s annoyed. He gives time to the kids, and I can’t begrudge my own kids and his source of income, as he was finishing a course for work, too.

I just can’t stop needing what I need or feeling what I feel. Here come the tears. Must be midnight. Exactly.

Ah, going to go find some cat memes. I always get melancholy when I’m sick. Boo.

💜

 

Stumbling Around in the Light

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Good God I’m tired. I woke up this morning feeling well. I had energy. I made plans! I finished my vaping and decided to call my Mom as I hadn’t called her in ages. Halfway through the call, I lost all my energy. It just disappeared. I was so disappointed.  I had planned to do some fun makeup things, prep for Instagram and my Beauty Blog. It was not meant to be. I ended up trying to cry, but I was too tired to produce tears.

I had another three hour nap this afternoon. I put on some golf to listen to, and was out.

So I’m currently sitting amongst makeup detritus, waiting for my husband to come to bed so we can snuggle and I can go to sleep again.

I picked up a phone message yesterday and it seems my gastroenterologist from hell retired at the end of March. Everyone knew this but me, apparently, I guess I was trying too hard to stay upright I didn’t see the signs posted in the office, and husband didn’t mention it. I’m annoyed and relieved. It explains why he gave no fucks. Likely why he wasn’t interested in a long term patient. Let’s start over, shall we? Sounds like fun.

I have so much to do, so much to say, stuff to do, and zero energy. Ugh.

Is there such a thing as like medicinal energy drinks? Medicinal meth? In my day it was cocaine I guess. I was thinking, what speeds you up? Speed?  Lol. I’m soo into drug culture, can you tell? I had a friend who used to show up with pot in high school. Perfect with the pain of my menstrual cramps, we now know I have endometriosis, but that’s all the unprescribed drugs I took. I can feel crappy all on my own.

One Facebook friend? had a status today that read 90% of illness is emotionally related. 😂😂😂

I read one of those anecdote collection of medical stories, and it told of this one student who was sitting behind another student who pulled out a bottle of Tylenol and counted out 8 pills and went to swallow them before he stopped her and asked what she was doing. She said her pain was at an 8, so she was taking 8 tablets. That’s why doctors ask you to rate your pain out of 10, right? 😮 Scary.

Okay. I’m worn out. My hands are feeling good from all the rest, they’re just cold! 🙂

Have a lovely evening, my Zebras! 😘

 

Perverts

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Honestly, men must be wired differently, because after I tell them I’m in excruciating pain and can’t eat and can hardly move, even though I’ve only exchanged two, at the most, three messages with them, they are sure I am eager to masterbate with them, or at the very least watch them masterbate. I’m not stupid enough to turn on the Web cam just because you ask me to. I’m well aware they are going person to person until they hit a doofus.  What’s frustrating is I do vet well, insist on over 200 common friends, and don’t usually accept men, anyway. Some still sneak through, though, and it’s very annoying.

I think I find it so insulting especially because I can’t even properly hold hands or snuggle with my wonderful, dedicated husband. These people know I’m married, I’m devoted, I say right away, it’s on my profile. It’s so disrespectful. This person I’m specifically referring to was actually being nice and I asked him a couple of questions, and I had teased him about not having to talk to me anymore because he needed to spend time looking for a wife. Why can’t people just be honest? He actually came back and continued the conversation. He had the perfect out. I guess he had to give it one more try. 🙄

To be fair, I have had one or two women creep on me, too. No, two.

Other than that, it’s been a quiet day. Had my bath. Organized my skincare. Woah, I have a lot. I need to mask up. Found some things I was looking for.

I’ve been doing a lot of sitting up lately, it makes sense I’ve been having muscle cramps in my stomach muscles. My hands are sore today, so I’ll keep this short. 😆

Treatments on Tuesday.

Hope you’re having a good day my Zebras! 😙

State of the Union

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This .gif is from Idiocracy if you don’t recognize it. I don’t know what I’m doing using American imagery, being Canadian, but this is one of my favourite movies. If you haven’t seen it, do and soon. Written and directed by Mike Judge, the guy who did Office Space and King of the Hill, it was released in 2006, he now says “I didn’t intend it to be a documentary”!

A lovely woman has been messaging me on Facebook messenger, and she has been sending me greetings such as ‘have a pain-free day!’ I appreciate the sentiment, but I finally had to ask her to please say something else, as having a pain-free day is so unlikely as to be impossible, and it is almost depressing! She was amiable and lovely, however, it made me think of all the things I take for granted that people know.

 

What is ‘wrong’ with me

At this point I have a few diagnosed illnesses.

Endometriosis

This was my first diagnosed illness. Endometriosis is where your uterine tissue grows outside your uterus. It can cause organs and tissues to bind together, and horrendous pain during periods. I was diagnosed at 19 by a gynecologist through a laparoscapy.  I have had five laparascopies to remove adhesions, tissue, etc. My bowel and bladder are most affected.

Migraines

Migraines started monthly, soon after my periods started. As the years continued they became more frequent. By the time I was 40, they were up to two or three a week. I started on Botox injections shortly after. They were lifesaving.

EDS, Ehlers-Danlos H3 Syndrome

I was diagnosed with EDS at age 44 by a geneticist. She was not impressed until I put my leg over my head while standing. Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome is caused by a fault in a person’s connective tissue and collagen is made improperly. This results in myriad problems unique to each person. My stomach and digestion, as well as knees and neck seem hardest hit. And my wrist from years of computer work is very unhappy.

Fibromyalgia

I’ve heard this word tossed around a lot. I’m not certain it applied to me. For the longest time I actually didn’t believe in it. I thought it was something doctors used to fob off on whiners to get them to shut up. Now that it’s been explained, I understand a bit more. They suspect it’s been brought on by the continuous pain I’ve been in, my body is essentially misfiring pain signals constantly.

IBS – Irritable bowel syndrome 

They are definitely not in good humour, that’s for darn sure.

Hernia

I have a microscopic hernia in my stomach that people muse about whether is causing a problem or not.

Swan neck deformity 

This is more just interesting. My fingers are bent at the tips, so they look like a swan neck. It’s fairly common in EDSers.

 

What is being investigated

Carpal tunnel

I’m having massive wrist problems, my GP said this is what it was, but didn’t really examine me.

Complex regional pain syndrome

Something to do with my abdomen being so bloody sensitive to touch. You touch it and I jump sky high. It’s terrible.

Gastroparesis

I likely fit the definition for this, just no one has said the words.

 

Who is involved in my care

Right now, the people involved in my health care are:

My husband

All around point man, food getter, diet manager, cheerleader, favourite person.

GP – General Practitioner

He is really good at referring me to people. I have been with him for over 20 years now. Nice guy, no clout.

The Pharmacist

My hero. This guy is great. He extended us credit when we were poor, keeps me from dying prematurely. You know, regular stuff.

Pain Management Doctor

I love this man. He is impossible to get an appointment with at a decent time, but he looked after my pain when it was critical. I will always appreciate that.

My Therapist

She has had me do more work than anyone, but she is amazing! Adore her. Tough, but fair. Lucky to have found her.

My Dentist

Really good dentist, up on the latest pain management techniques, too bad he is on the second floor. Luckily they book me for same-day visits. I can go when I feel good.

My Cannabis Doctor 

My new doctor is so good! She listens! She cares! I adore her! I am so lucky!

My Gastroenterologist

Ugh. This guy. I need to go back, but I don’t even want to. I don’t think he knows what to do with me, and I’m not sure it interests him.

My Nutritionist

Still have not been able to set up an appointment, so I might have to contact the hospital liason.

My Gynecologist

She is a hoot! She told me one of her friends is a dentist and asked how she could look at vaginas all day. She responded with ‘how can you look at teeth all day?’ 😄😄😄

My Respiratory Specialist

I love her! She monitors my CPAP machine and my sleeping. I need to go and see her again, as I lost 100 lbs, we may need to adjust things.

 

People I need on my team

Carpal Tunnel Doctor

I have a name, I’m seeing my doctor in ten days, he may refer me to someone internally. He referred me to a hand specialist, but she retired.

Knee Specialist

You know how puppets ‘walk’? I feel like I have to kick my legs out to the side to make my legs work. It’s weird. And my knees are all wonky, like they are sliding around. It’s uncomfortable.

Physiotherapist

I know a great physiotherapist, I’m just in too much pain to get up, dressed, there and back by myself.

Pelvic Physiotherapist

I did this for a bit, but same as above. Too much pain to get up, dressed, there and back by myself.

 

That’s where things are as of right now. Unfortunately,  it looks like I’m going to have to sleep again today. 😔 I’m so annoyed.

Hope you’re having a great day!

Have a stripey day, Zebra friends!

 

 

 

 

Happy Surprise!

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What kind of portal have I entered? I think I will stay here! Or, alternatively, deal only with female doctors. No, that’s unnecessarily sexist. However, the past couple of days have borne some evidence this may bear some thought. Let me start at the beginning and tell you what happened.

You may remember yesterday I had to beg off my doctor appointment because I was in too much pain. My husband had a piggybacking appointment and spoke with her “for” me, strictly off the record, and let her know how I was doing. She assured him that my visit wasn’t a priority and to come in when I was able. My doctors trust my pain management doctor, Allan Gordon, a great deal.

Today I was to see my cannabis doctor. My husband has taken days off to make these appointments. This is how he uses his vacation days. My previous cannabis doctor has just retired, he wanted to research addiction. I am assigned a new doctor. My old doctor is very focused on goals. He wants me to go outside and go for a walk. I don’t think he can wrap his head around the concept that my knees have zero meniscus. Doctors won’t operate on me because of the complications involved. He wanted to lower my dosage, but my disease kept progressing. I think he was a caring doctor, who maybe couldn’t see the reality of chronic pain without it really affecting him. I don’t think he would accept it as being fact. He was also obsessed with what I did all day, where I spent my time. If I was in bed, I had to be asleep. No other choice. It took a year to convince him otherwise. Finally, my husband got through to him.

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Look! I’m wearing people clothes! 😃

When the new doctor walked in, I was hopeful. First of all, she has many Ehlers-Danlos patients. Second, she is on board with the idea of using marijuana in all its forms, oils, pills, green, instead of my other medication. Which conflicts with what the old doc’s priorities were. In fact, he said once he ‘didn’t want to give me anything stronger so I could sit around and play video games all day’. 🙄 I expressed to this doctor that I was still having a lot of pain, and I wished there was something I could take that would help. She reviewed my strain, we talked, she asked me some questions, she asked me if I needed to be alert for work, nope. I do not, so I have some things to try. All without being treated like a drug seeking non-person. One who could lie in bed if it’s more comfortable if she wants to!

This conversation led down an interesting path. She asked about my diagnosis of EDS. I was diagnosed by a geneticist. Asked about endometriosis.  Confirmed and diagnosed in 1989. Do I have a fibromyalgia diagnosis? Well…sort of. I was told they thought I had fibromyalgia, but I really have Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome. Once a massage therapist told me I had fibromyalgia. Then my husband pipes up that Fibromyalgia is in my chart as my official diagnosis. The doctor mentioned I could have both. This is news to me. I will have to investigate this more. Maybe not Lupus, maybe fibromyalgia! Will definitely ask at my appointment in June.

We had to walk a bit to get a cab. This place is badly situated, as we approached the taxi lineup, the first taxi in line is a company we don’t use, and was a minivan I have trouble getting into. As we started walking closer to the second cab, the first cab in line started freaking out (we approached from the back, so we didn’t pass him) it’s freezing and icy, the other cab is closer, and I’m hobbling, very obviously. The cabbie is blasting his horn and yelling. As the cab we’re in drives past him, he’s flipping us off and yelling. So glad I’m not in that cab. Road rage? That’s a major reason we don’t use that company.

It was nice to get out. It’s always nice to be home. I don’t have an appointment for a few weeks now, I can relax.

I need to say before I close, I have had a fair share of uncaring and rude female doctors and nurses, too. Female staffers are the ones responsible for demanding to know what drug I was detoxing from, when she found out I was taking methadone. To telling me to lose weight and I’ll feel better (plenty of men have told me this, I don’t feel better). Telling me I MUST be diabetic because I’m SO FAT, I was 260 lbs at 5’8.5″ and had put on 20 lbs due to being sick and bedridden for 6 months waiting for surgery. The nurse who told me I better not have a c-section after I needed help getting up after having my side sliced open for an emergency appendectomy, which turned out to be my period starting. No grudges, just a long memory.

Hope you’re having a good day, Zebra amix! 😘