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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Fail Day!

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My fails today haven’t been this acrobatic, but they’ve been fun! I subluxed my toe sometime yesterday, so that doesn’t feel really good. I’m being much more of a baby about it than I’d like to be.

My husband has been worried I’m only eating the same thing over and over, so he bought me some chilled shrimp. Now, he was going on and on about making his own sauce, because the commercial cocktail sauce isn’t FODMAP friendly. I happily dug in, not realizing I was eating commercial sauce, and nearly died from the burning of my mouth. Husband had taken the kid to school – it was a late start and I had been up since 4 am. However he seemed confused at my repeated requests for cheese. Perhaps he doesn’t know that cheese is the antidote to fire mouth.

Ah, he just wandered up here on a conference call looking for something that was never up here in the first place. Maybe he’s just stupid. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚ far from it! It would be nice to have company.

Sigh. So then, the cocktail sauce spilled all over my fuzzy zebra blanket, and I dropped the remote into it. I wasn’t thinking and I licked my hand where the sauce got on it. Which reignited my fire-tongue. Wah! Here’s me: cocktail sauce all over my hands, trying to stand up without spilling any more or reinjuring my toe, trying to scooch off the bed yelling “fuck” totally forgetting my husband may be on a conference call. Oops. His fault. Somehow. ๐Ÿ˜›

My head still hurts. My goal is to stay awake most of today. Yesterday I gave up at 2:00 and woke up at 4:00 This morning. I still need to lie down most of the time.

Goddamn I hold my body rigid. I need to stop this.

My days are pretty okay for the mornings, but noon is the time. Every second day I sleep for 18 hours, it seems. I try to change the pattern, but it doesn’t seem to work. I am still trying to find a doctor, but I fear I will not be able to wait. I may need to go to the ER.

I’ve been feeling a bit more social, but that’s all well and good until someone says something stupid. I know I’m sensitive right now and I’m overreacting to a minor throwaway comment, but I should think about it’s great that people see me as the same old me.

I did buy some cute pajama pants that arrived yesterday. They look snuggly. I’m excited. I’m so cold all the time. I can finally wear warm clothes. Layers. People. Layers.

I have been burning up Netflix. My picks:

  • American Vandal – a mockumentary about the most serious of subjects: Who drew the dicks?
  • Big Mouth – the first episode is uncomfortable, but it gets better. Dirty, dirty humour, but you will learn so much. Some of my favorite writers.
  • Evil Things – creepy things for Halloween, this is on TLC, actually, really trashy show about haunted objects.
  • The Exorcist (tv show) – I’ve watched two episodes of this, it is creepy as hell. I believe Season two is on television.

 

Oooh, great, and I’ve lost the remote so I can’t look up any more. Sigh. My day.

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Why do People Gotta be so Mean?

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WARNING: MAY BE A BIT RAMBLY AND DISJOINTED. STILL NOT AT 100% MAKING SENSE. STILL FLUISH.

It’s Monday afternoon and I’m on my way to feeling human once again. ย Somewhat. I am fairly sure it will take a few weeks before I am completely back and feeling whole, as it sometimes does with colds. It’s funny, it’s not always the really heavy colds, either. This one I had a light sore throat, but I was so tired, and those sores on my tongue came back. They seem to come back now the second I get run down. They are terrible. I can’t have more barriers to eating!

Yesterday was my husband’s 49th birthday. He looks much younger. He was asked last fall to join an under 30 kickboxing club. ๐Ÿ˜‚ He declined. ย The family finally got me to move at about 4 in the afternoon. I was still very weak, but I hung out, still in bed, because I’m always in bed, tried to be a good sport, and tried some food. My husband had made some FODMAP friendly brownies, so I had a couple. He eventually made me a smoothie, which I spilled all over myself. Yay! I’m just waiting to take a bath.

My head is really hurting today. It never ends. It’s nice my brain decided to ease up while the rest was acting up. Or I didn’t notice it.

The hospital hasn’t called back, and it’s long past 48 hours, so I assume we aren’t dealing with an infection. So, it looks like I have to face facts and will likely have to find a new GYN. I love mine, but she isn’t available enough to me, and did not return my husband’s call. Can’t work with that. I don’t have the energy.

So, I can’t remember if I mentioned this, but I’m too weak to check, as we were leaving the exam room, we walked by the patient at the nurses station on a stretcher. Obviously, I was in a room because of the examination that needed to be done. The patients partner was sitting crossways across the bed and my husband walks past, holding my hand, I’m clutching my stomach, and she stretches her legs out and tries to kick me in the knee. She just barely makes contact, though, short-legs-having-bitch. Why?

Then I get out to the waiting room, I had to make sure I didn’t hallucinate this one. This woman was sitting in the waiting room, and it was about half full. My husband found the closest chair and dumped me on it, and this woman was sitting across from me. Husband goes to get a cab, and she goes “Ha ha” and I assume she’s looking at her phone, but she’s staring me down. I just put my head in my hands. She may have taken a photo, because she had her camera out and in position, but that didn’t occur to me until later. 6 mg of morphine, remember. I did not fall asleep! But I did get somewhat stupid. I remembered what happened, but it took me a while to parse it. She looked so normal! Then this guy came out that ahe was with, and he did not look, uh, well. I appreciate a man who works with his hands, but this man looked like he worked with his face! Wow! I don’t know the relationship, but the age difference looked huge! I’m biased, because my ex was older and it was bad. Strange people everywhere.

I don’t understand deliberately trying to hurt someone. And on that note, a big shout out to twiggyjen44 whom I may have been inadvertently ornery with in my cold/pain/drug induced haze. I am very sorry if I was snarky. Thank you for your help and advice! ๐Ÿ’œ

Over this next week I’m going to work on recovering my strength before making any decisions. I seem to have had one round of bleeding that has stopped. Perhaps my lining had just built up enough that it needed to slough. We have moved my cranberry pill to the morning, so that should help with any chronic yeast problems.

Oh! Yes! When the nurse was inserting the iv into my hand, she really crammed it into the back of my hand. I heard it pop when it entered my vein. That has never happened before. ย But I have the teeniest of yellow bruises. I am one Zebra who doesn’t bruise! And another thing, my body should be stretched out from being fat, but it snapped back! Reverse elasticity? ๐Ÿคฃ I think my skin just isn’t very involved.

Another thing at the hospital, while I had my blood drawn, this woman came in, she was in her large 60s, she approached the triage nurse. Patient explained she was at the ER and the doctor wanted her to come back for a follow up test. Triage nurse explained patient had to go to her GP. Patient claims the doctor told her to come back here. Triage nurse tried not to roll her eyes and started to ask the patient questions. Which start to go in circles. We go through this whole routine three times, at which point the patient decides she wants to come back tomorrow, and tries to book an appointment. All the nurses were listening in by the end, trying not to either laugh in sympathy or strangle the patient.

When I was still waiting in the hall, one lady jumped up because her partner was getting worse, they were worried about his heart. She bashed into my stretcher, which hurt so much, and surprised me, I felt so bad for calling out, but I couldn’t help it. She apologised, but her mind was elsewhere, of course. Goodness. I’m such a jerk when I don’t mean to be. It’s good I don’t go out much! ๐Ÿ™Š

I must admit, though, even though I had to spell Ehlers Danlos for them, I did get treated awesomely. Adequate pain management, no drug seeking questioning (it does help to go to the hospital that does administrate my pain management), thinking ahead so I didn’t have to move too much, all in all, the staff was very considerate.

Okay, I’m going to go find someone to monitor my bath. I fell a couple of weeks ago, and I like to have someone keep an ear out for giant splashes or thuds.

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If it’s Good Enough For Drake…

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I had to hobble to my Cannabis doctor yesterday. My husband came with me, naturally, because I don’t get around so well, but this was a nightmare.

At this point, I can walk maybe 50 feet comfortably, without struggling. My knees pop out like nobody’s business, and I’m having a hell of a time right now. I’m not certain what to do. We’re debating buying the damn wheelchair, as it’s not like I’m going to suddenly be able to walk long distances. However, should I be investing in a walker, as I’m hoping the EDS clinic can come up with some sort of bracing or physio to help strengthen things.

We caught a cab to my doctor, which is at one of the busiest intersections in the city, and if you know anything about Toronto, ย that old joke about the city having two seasons: winter and construction is not far off. The cab couldn’t drop us off in front of the building, because the front was walled off for construction! We had to drive two blocks to get to the end of the wall. Guess who had to walk two blocks to her doctor? Yes! Me!

Of course, my knee subluxed, and I was hitch-sobbing in the elevator, limping into the office, crying most of the way through the appointment. The doctor didn’t seem to mind. He has a reputation for being a real jerk, but by the comments, it seems maybe he doesn’t like fakers. The appointment went well, considering, and I even learned I have been vaping wrong for the past 5 years.

My original doc gave me a prescription and told me to ask my friends for help. It’s so absurd, he kept treating me like a drug-seeker, but I so was not. Of all people! I’ve learned so much from my last two appointments with new doctors!

After the appointment, we usually walk out to the taxi stand, but that was gone, so I found a place to sit, while this guy followed my husband around telling him the lead singer of the Verve died, and since he looks like him, he can have a new job! Ugh. My head is killing me, my knee is killing me, I feel like I’m going to hurl… please let me go home.

So husband is trying to find a cab, but the curb lanes are blocked and no one will pull in, so he walks the half block to the line and promises to pay the fine if the guy gets caught. It works, and the cab has a.c.!

I have to get used to the idea of a wheelchair.

I haven’t even considered if I can handle something motorized or not.

Summertime and the pain is …

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My symptoms tend to alleviate somewhat in the summer. It doesn’t mean I’m cured by any means, but I find my knees don’t ache as much, nor do they pop and crack as much. My muscle aches aren’t as intense. My elbows don’t feel as brittle, my hands ache, but they don’t hurt as badly as they do in December. ย My neck has been quite a bit better, with my head pain bein not as intense, although that could be the Botox injections.

I heard from the EDS clinic after we followed up. They are waiting for info from my doctor, which they requested May 9. He swears they didn’t receive it. Waiting time for the clinic is 6 months. They have wasted 2 months for me. I am so angry. My husband is handling this because I don’t think I can be nice about it.

My cannabis doctors office called to reschedule my appointment on Friday from this Thursday to tomorrow. I was upset, and I let it show in my voice, it was trembling. I said I was upset and my husband would have to call back because he has to bring me and he has to take time off work. Well, this person got all snippy with me! She exhaled sharply and told me he couldn’t book appointments for me. I protested he’d been doing it for the three years we’ve been patients. She relented “Oh, yeah, I guess he is on your file” Fine. So husband calls, and the only appointment I can get before my expiry is the one offered, and it isn’t even with my regular doctor! Now, I do have some responsibility in this, as I had to cancel my appointment because I was ill. However, we book 3 weeks before my due date (June 29) because there’s a chance I could be ill. They could only offer me the 13th. I need to be renewed before Monday the 17th. They have rescheduled the last three appointments at the last-minute, and it is infuriating. I believe they have rescheduled many more. I have rescheduled two because of severe contagious illness. This, plus the location of the building means I can’t make it to the building unless I have a certain amount of stamina. The building is on one of the busiest corners in the city. (Yonge-eg for anyone who knows Toronto). So, either 1. my husband has to drop me off at the building where there isn’t parking and there are no seats in the lobby, so I have to be dropped off and have the stamina to make it up the stairs and to the office. ย 2. I go to parking with my husband and walk to parking with him. 3. We rent a wheelchair (or buy) and then the parking situation becomes more realistic. 4. We take a cab to the office building, which drops us off in front, however, we have a long wait to hail a cab, I have nowhere to sit (except the floor) and the walk to the taxi stand is just at the furthest limit of my walking ability. So we will take a cab and I will suck it up. I’m so brave! ๐Ÿ˜„

I guess I’m so sick of after all that time the first doctor spent treating me like a drug seeking video game player, now they’re upset that I’m actually disabled and need assistance because of it.

Even though the pain might be less, my joints are very wobbly.

I think it’s rainy this week, which is making my head sore, which is making me kind of grumpy. I should probably stay off social media. Find something else to do.

I’ve managed to do a bunch of organization this week. I feel so much better to have lots of things handy and knowing where things are. I’ve organized notes and snacks and email and…everything! I even made lists for everything I needed to speak to my husband about. We arranged for him to come to bed at 7 on Saturday night so we can hang out together. It was great! We got so much done, I don’t think we will need to do that much chatting again for a long time! Ha ha!

I’ve been going to nap for an hour and sleeping for four to six. I imagine my body is healing. I am enjoying it. I feel stronger and stronger.

Dang this headache.

Oh, Great! *Eyeroll*

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Fantastic development. Along with the neck pain, back pain and dizziness, in there with the nausea and headache, forgetfulness and general discomfort. Alongside the inability to sleep properly and horrible concentration, it seems I’ve caught the cold the kids were passing back and forth.

Fortunately, it’s not too bad, and the CPAP machine I use tends to cut down on the amount of mucous in my nose, so I have fewer breathing issues. I just have a vague sore throat and have this mantle of exhaustion that is unusual. I’m used to being tired, but I’m achy and uncomfortable, I can’t settle. I think that tipped me off that something was off. Also, my nose is booger heaven – ugh.

Lack of quality sleep is not helping my concentration or cognition. I will be watching a show, it will cut to commercial, and I will completely forget what I was watching. I’m having trouble communicating verbally, still, most of all, and paper is only marginally better. (I could be writing my name over and over thinking I’m being brilliant right now!). There is one Simpsons commercial that comes on, and I get so excited, thinking I’m watching the Simpsons. I feel like such an idiot when the commercial ends.

My Mom seems to think my family has terrible luck and absolutely everything happens to us. I admit, it does sound shocking to listen to someone with chronic pain describe flare-ups. I had been silent for years, but I think people ought to know what my life is like. Not in a complaining way, but in a this-is-how-people-live way. People have chronic pain. This is my life. My kids have had quite a few illnesses this year, yet this is my first cold, I think, since being ill at Christmas, with the rest of the world, and it’s mild. My husband has glaucoma issues, cataracts, and arthritis. Both run in his family. My kids have Autism. Sounds like a lot of families I know. Maybe these families aren’t so open, I don’t know.

I should get that nap.

Stay stripey my Zebras! ๐Ÿ˜˜

Not Having Fun!

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Well this is a fine kettle of wax. Or ball of fish. My treatment appointment is actually on the 13th of June. I’m not pleased. My head is hurting again, as is my back. And it started about a week early, too. I kept saying I think it’s next week or the week after. I vaguely remembered it was after my boys birthday, which is on the 11th, and I was mildly upset I wouldn’t be feeling well on his birthday.

However, I see the same doctor on the 8th for a consultation. Perhaps it’s better I’m unmedicated by Botox. That way he can see what is really going on. ย I will need to discuss with husband my goals and wishes for the appointment, because he will need to summarize and translate, likely. I’m in bad shape. If I spend any time not on my side – ie in any other position, I get a headache and nausea and back spasms. The headache isn’t bad, but the jaw pain is. I’m a grinder of teeth. I do wear a mouth guard when I sleep, but it needs replacing. I just have not been well enough.

It feels like there is a point at the back of my head, and when I’m lying on it, it’s wearing down or bruised? It hurts, but it’s the only way other parts are comfortable. I will roll over and nap soon. My husband thinks I should sleep all day. I haven’t been sleeping at night. I’ve been having good naps from 4:00 to 8:00.

When my neck gets all stiff and sore, and my head hurts and my skull hurts, my cognition gets totally screwed. I honestly giphycan’t reason, it’s such a bizarre feeling. On top of that, I can barely remember the words for most things. Yet, I lie down for a while, it has to be on my side and things get much better. If it’s raining, though, things are almost intolerable. The pain is always bad. Turning my head too quickly is a nightmare. The symptoms get worse the longer I am not on my side, too. I can feel the pain ramping, so I will be going to have that nap now.

My son’s birthday is coming up and I need to prep for my doctor appointment, so if I don’t touch base or check in, I’m rationing my time as much as I can. Know I’m thinking of you, I will be in touch when I can.

I was going to type something and it’s gone from my head. I hate this feeling. It’s not me at all. My husband said ‘it happens to lots of people!’ Not to me!

Oh yeah! It’s funny, my pain always seems to ramp up towards Friday. My Mom said I used to do this as a child, too – I would wait until the weekend to get sick. Hmmm…

Be well Zebra pals! ๐Ÿ˜˜