At The Bottom, Looking Up.

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I’m trying to stay positive. I want to be positive. But my body is revolting (joke). I have never been in this much pain before. If you remember, I haven’t had any Botox injections in my body since last June. This was a treatment I had been having for 11 years, every 10 weeks. I have also only had one migraine Botox treatment since then, October. So no relief from the neck and head pain or migraine pain since then.

My sleep is terribly fractured. Pain keeps waking me up. My current doctors don’t feel qualified to prescribe what they feel I need to help with this. I did sleep for 24 hours Friday to Saturday, so that was amazing. I did have to take a bunch of medication, still within my prescribed plan, to get there.

There’s a bunch more, but it’s a bore. The meniscus in my knees have gone. I would love to watch me walk as I dash to the washroom, because they are popping in and out like crazy. It must be hilarious.

The point is that I will be incredibly fresh when I get to the EDS Clinic next month. I will have had no treatment since October, just my meds.

I’m like a goldfish right now. I try to keep thoughts in my head, watch upbeat shows, save my energy for my husband and kids. I cry much of the time. I don’t even realize it, but the tears are there. Pain. Exhaustion. I don’t want to sleep through life! My kids seem to be doing quite all right for the moment! It’s really new, so I am crossing my fingers.

I play with makeup a lot. Although it will take me 3 to 4 hours what should really take 45 minutes. Distracted by tv, Looking for stuff, what was I doing?, oh yeah, that brush…

One of the scariest things is that I’m getting pins and needles down my arms. I can’t feel my fingers that much anymore, my fingers are all cracking and cramping. They become more and more useless. I have to figure it out, but I never have the strength to. Or I never remember when I’m at that moment. Grrr! I even keep a notpad to write things down, but I haven’t captured it yet.

My husband is being wonderful, as usual. He has been baking gluten-free brownies every week so I can have them with my evening medicine. My gynecologist put me back on Visanne so maybe we can stop some of the cramping. Yay! Acne and weight gain! I’ve put on 10 and taken off 2. I had been hitting the chocolate pretty hard over Christmas.

Anyway, I’m getting pretty tired. Hugs to everyone going through same or similar. When I don’t have energy for makeup, I have been making some crappy crafts by covering old containers with duck tape. The decorative stuff they have out now.  I will try and take a photo of some projects if I can. They aren’t gorgeous, but they keep my hands moving. It’s something to focus on, other than what’s hurting now. It’s good.

Just Breathe

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Oh, well, things are back to normal. Life is back to kick me in the ass and remind me I am sub-human, in case I had forgotten. One of the latest games is to obnoxiously correct my grammar as I am trying to form a sentence. I’m just pleased if I can communicate an idea, never mind if I remembered it was try to instead of try and. Maybe people are thrilled they can bulldoze me for the first time. Worse,  however, is I can still hear that horrified ‘oh my God’ when referred to my size in the conversation of last week. I mean, I’m 5’8″. When I carry extra weight, I look huge.

So, I’m finding being judged at every turn very tiring. Everyone has something to say. There are actually people in this world who believe you draw to you everything that happens. Therefore, if I am suffering pain, I must be a bad person. Genetic? Bad in a past life. I’m fat? Then using a wheelchair because I’m lazy, no other reason. Now that I’m close to average size, I’m treated so much better by doctors and strangers. My friends are gone, though. That often with weight loss, I’ve heard.

I’ve been suffering a lot of knee pain. It keeps me awake at night. It’s awful. I hope it goes away. I have been bracing like crazy at night. My shoulders are really bothering me. I’m not certain how I could brace them, but I’m resting and keeping warm.

So many doctors have turned me down! I can’t get a specialist! They keep saying to wait until the EDS Clinic sees me. I’m so glad we are 5 weeks away. My clinic is no longer doing Botox. Great. Just found out. My head isn’t too bad, knock wood! I think many are not comfortable without the specialist support. So we wait and take things easy.

My days have nice flow. Wake at 6. Breakfast, coffee, Instagram. See kids off to school. Deal with emergencies. Play with makeup.  Lunch. Crafts for an hour. Nap. Tidy, hang out, organize. Time with husband, night meds and snack. Sleep, painsomnia, sleep.

God, my face hurts. 😣

Muddling Through

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All in all, I’m not feeling too awful. I hadn’t had a great time sleeping, but once I’d figured out my feet haven’t been warm since… I can’t remember, it was time for some socks. I usually can’t sleep with socks on, but my feet liked this, and I slept like the proverbial log. I thought I should look online to see if I could find some slippers. Not an easy thing in August. I may stick with the socks with the trippy bottoms for now.

I was miserable last night. I had a couple of days where I had slept for 20 hours or so, and my meds were all screwed up. My knee kept popping out, my face and head hurt, my back hurt, I had cramps, I couldn’t remember anything, and I was lonely.  I was whining to my husband that I couldn’t get comfortable, and I was freezing. I wanted more pillows, and he got this happy look on his face. Apparently, he had purchased all these pillows and didn’t know what to do with them. So he immediately piled four pillows on me and produced three from under the bed. Such comfort!

My sheets are so gross and smelly. I’ve been so sick, husband hasn’t been able to get me out long enough to change them. This weekend. I am so excited! The kids’ bedding is changed every week, but I’m always asking him to leave it just one more week, we will be fine! Ugh.

I am so tired these days. The heat, the pain, not moving, the stress. It adds up. I’m usually better after my shots, but I haven’t heard from the clinic yet. I’m not eating as much, either. I get weighed on the weekend, usually, too.

Today it’s mostly my head, my back, and my pubic bone giving me trouble. My knees are acting up when I get up to use the washroom. I try to straighten them and they pop and crack, quite painfully, as you see the patella slide around, or it knocks sideways before sliding into place. God, it hurts.  I’m trying to rehydrate. Last night I had the worst case of dry mouth. It’s probably from all that time asleep. I should have taken in some water. Thunder storms and rain today. The big stick that pokes my wounds.

My boy is a grouchy today. His sister is being sweet to me. I was thinking just yesterday how I will missthem when school starts. Check that. Not the fighting. Sigh.

As long as my feet are warm, I’m sleepy. So it’s naptime. I’m nodding off.

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,  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.

My Super Hyped Doctor Appointment!

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As is apparent, I survived my doctor appointment yesterday. I had some mixed feelings about it, and needed time to process, but on the whole, I think I’m much better today. Emotionally. Physically, too. Let’s start at the very beginning where my happy alarm goes off at 6:00 am, my husband brings me coffee, and I start to look dazed.

First thing I grab my medication. The second thing I do in the morning when I have time is vape. I wasn’t going to have time today, so I should have used my marijuana oil. Vaping takes an hour and a half, start to finish. My therapist keeps nagging me because she thinks that’s too long for medicine to be consumed, it should go faster. Nagging me- she mentioned it twice. It still bugs me. I can’t control this. I didn’t remember my other medication – the marijuana oil – until we were partway there, but perhaps it helped with my sensitivity? Showing them how sensitive I truly am? I don’t know, I probably just screwed myself.

We dropped my son off at school, and proceeded to the hospital where we hung out. The doctor was only a half hour late, but we were treated to a bevy of overly perfumed women (really, don’t wear perfume in a hospital, it doesn’t matter when last you bathed) dramatically emphasizing how they were in the most pain of anybody! So Loud! I felt sorry for each woman in their own way. Each needed something they weren’t getting. And then I looked around and felt sorry for all of us, as I realized everybody had something they weren’t getting. And then the doctor called us in.

New, young, gorgeous, doctor this time. She had read all three volumes of my file and asked for update on the situation. We told her about the head pain. The neck pain, nausea, dizziness, having to lie down. The stomach pain. Just on the surface of the stomach. Did I throw a cyst recently? My pubic bone. My hands hurt, my joints hurt, my knees hurt, Things are not going well.

We discussed the effect of the pain, how it feels, quite in-depth. She wanted to examine me. This was going to be the toughest part.

I changed into my formal hospital wear, and my husband held my hands as she did a surprisingly gentle upper abdominal and lower abdominal palpitation exam. I didn’t scream, only major flinching around my lower right quadrant. It was incredibly sore. She did back off right away. It didn’t hurt so much then, but ten minutes later was …wow!

On to the pelvic. She did some sensitivity testing around my ladybits, and a modified pelvic exam. I’m usually screaming during pelvic exams, but there was no speculum involved. She said I was something that amounts to ‘not letting the horse into the barn’ (my words) and I should probably get back to pelvic therapy. I was teasing my husband that she was trying to tell me I was frigid, but he didn’t know what that meant. I had to explain. Cute.

Naturally, by this time, I’m not feeling too fantastic. We start talking about the weird headaches I was having. My husband volunteers that it was like I have these vertebrae sticking out, and she goes to touch them..

Bad idea!

This send a searing shock of pain up through my neck, up to my head and I cry out in pain. I think I scared everyone,  including myself. The doctor runs out of the room, embarrassed, leaving me to get it together.  I’m scream-crying, trying to hold on until the initial shock of having the top of my head blown off subsides.

I finally calm, husband helps me get dressed, and we wait.

The doctor comes back, apologizing, but saying the demonstration really helped. Even though she’s sorry.

After some back and forth with the Old doctor, where he threatens to cut my medicine down, because I’m on an awful lot, and sometimes too much isn’t good either, which feels like the new ‘lose weight’. I’m not on THAT much medication, and I adjust accordingly. I wish he’d discuss it with me. My husband is dismissive of this comment, but I am not. I feel like it’s a warning, but I’m just a paranoid girl.

I feel like he’s saying “if you bother me too much, you’re getting less medication”. Which is insulting, because hello, not a drugseeker, and we haven’t even discussed the problem yet. Fer chrissakes. It especially rankles me because I’ve been sucking it up for most of my life, pretending I’m okay, pretending I can get by, pretending it doesn’t hurt as much as it does.

After that bombshell, I just kept a straight face, and he continued his best recommendation was to continue on with the Botox treatment as planned, because it does so well for such a large part of me, we will try for a referral to a person who may do nerve blocks or x-rays of my c-spine to deal with the headaches. In the meantime, he is prescribing a compounded cream for my headaches that he said he thinks might help. I can’t remember what’s in it, but one of the things is ketamine. He said I could probably use it other places, too. Last night I was thinking about my abdomen. The pain is about an inch deep, if that. This may be perfect. Here’s hoping! It would be nice to not have to take something that has to traverse my system to work. (I know this enters my bloodstream, but it doesn’t need to go to the edges of the skin to be where it needs to be? But the brain… yeah, right, it’s been a long week)

So, we are just waiting for the magical compound to show up. I don’t know how my hair is going to like it,  but thank God for Olaplex.

The more I think about his recommendations, the more I think he is right, and I think he made good suggestions and I see how they are beneficial and applicable. The cream may be just the thing on my abdomen, as the pain only goes about a half an inch down, I’m excited to try.

We had briefly spoken about referrals to specialists, but in light of the EDS clinic referral, which is underway, I don’t know what will come of that. Does it make more sense, if that is imminent, to see their in-house people?

My memory is improving ever so slightly.  I feel like I’m at least over whatever cold or flu thing I had. I feel so much better than I did!

I spent the rest of the afternoon just flaking out and surfing the Internet and trying to stay comfortable. This morning was pretty much back to normal.

Have a great day, Zebras! 😘

 

PS. Just FYI, the reason I don’t use my family’s names in my blog is simple. I thought it might be too confusing for someone coming in in the middle to figure out which one was the husband, the son, or the daughter. I thought this would be simpler. Also, it gives them some anonymity when we go viral. 😁 I may slip up occasionally.  It’s not a tragedy to me. We aren’t in hiding.

Creeping up on Feeling Better

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Yesterday, as I lay in bed, I actually could move around a bit without being in incredible pain. I was a very responsible person and slept the afternoon away. Of course, I missed my medication times, so I don’t know if that’s why I’m a bit screwed today. I woke up with mild pain. Enough that I knew it was there, enough that I’m afraid to do too much activity.

 

Today will  be another relaxing one. I was hoping to get

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Actual Photo of my right ovary.

something actually done, but that will not be happening.  I’ve already taken breakthrough medication,  so I’m not happy about that. There is the matter of the post office. Apparently, all the shopping I’ve done in the past 4 weeks has come to roost. I think there are 5 or 6 packages there to be picked up. They usually leave them, but I guess with so many, they just took them to be safe. It’s mostly Old Navy clothes. I bought a bunch of tanks and sleep shorts because I’m so chuffed I’m now an XL in regular sizes and not in plus. And a dress for wearing to the doctor, because it’s easy to change in and out of and has no waistband. Clever!

 

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I’m hoping giving myself another day of rest will let me play a bit tomorrow.  I’m kind of bored, but have no energy.

My abdomen feels like a suitcase. Where the zipper along the sides is burning. If you can follow me for a second here, my daughter was a fairly traumatic c-section. They let me push for a long time, they let me sit for a long time, trying to get me to 37 weeks, she was stuck in my pelvis, there was pulling.

Anyway, I know what I feel like happened is not what happened, because my husband is 6’5″ and saw over the drape. What my abdomen feels like is a wheelie suitcase on its side with a zipper all around the bottom, right side and top, and was peeled back with burning pain. It makes no sense.

Then I have deep pain toward my right ovary, running through my back. This is connected. It is likely literally connected, because of the Endometriosis. I have adhesions connections and lashing the organs of my pelvis together. This is probably why it hurts when I move. Or sometimes just for fun! I have a Mirena, so I don’t know what’s up.

Then there’s my regular EDS discomfort that I deal with. That’s nothing to write home about. IBS, carpal tunnel, sore wrists and hands. Knee pain. The usual stuff. Migraines. Gastroparesis. The usual suspects.

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

Self-care, it’s Tough!

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I was chatting with my friend Tina who blogs at Avon365blog, (go check her out!) And I had mentioned how hard I find self-care. I grew up with the attitude that self-care was for the weak, and we can sleep when we’re dead.

Beginning at age 12, my parents gave me a meager allowance, considering, I think it was $25 per month for clothing, and then maybe another $20 a week for everything else. They paid for my food and shelter, and I paid for everything else. EVERYTHING. Although I usually snagged my mom’s menstrual supplies. Now this sounds like a lot of money, especially in the 80s, but I lived in Canada. I had to buy winter boots and coats. I had to buy birthday gifts for friends. I had to pay school fees for yearbooks, etc. So….I worked. I also had endometriosis, and would collapse in pain each month. And I had EDS. My aches and pains were just growing pains. But I kept on. I stayed in school and worked two nights a week and weekends. Kept my A grades. I ignored the pain. I never thought about it. I couldn’t.

This isn’t “oh! I had a terrible life!” This is just how it was.

I’m used to being busy. Sitting still is tough. Watching TV? Why not organize a drawer? Tidy up? Fold laundry?

Sometimes  wonder if that’s why the Universe/God/Flying Spaghetti Monster finally made me slow down and listen. I’m learning how to do this. When I saw the physiotherapist a year and a half ago, while he was talking to me, he was drawing letters on my leg. I had no idea. I was really out of touch with my body. I’m slightly better now. Losing weight has helped. I want to be more in touch now, I’m not in self loathing mode.

Today, my back is really sore. I had fun playing makeup yesterday! It’s fun and relaxing. I’m glad I still can do something. The back of my head is quite sore today, and rain is in the forecast. The weather definitely has something to do with this. Cluster migraines?

My mom asked me a strange question the other day. She asked me if (I presume she was talking about EDS) was progressive. I hadn’t thought about that perception. Whether I just have a series of flares or if my health actually deteriorates. I had thought it was obvious, as I was formerly ‘normal’ (average), but upon further reflection, really it isn’t.  I have gone from working my ass off to bedridden, but there is also the consideration of breakdown of collagen and tissue. For example, my knees – particularly the right, has a breakdown of the meniscus so dramatic that it is ‘gone’. When I walk it is bone on bone and the patella is so loose I walk like a cowboy. My left is also on its way. My wrists and fingers are sore and achy, likely insane carpal tunnel. I’m trying to get in with specialists to actually treat this, but the doctors retire, someone screws something up, this is three years of nonsense. My 100 lbs weight loss has not relieved any pain, in fact, overall, my pain has increased. I finally found a gastroenterologist who had a clue what was wrong with me, and he retired.

So, yeah, I feel it is progressive, in that as structures break down in your body – the collagen containing ones… I guess that’s most of them. Your body is going to start to deteriorate. My elbows are going the way of my knees. My fingers ache all the time. My tablet isn’t always my happy place.

Okay, going to try to play! Have a fun day, Zebra friends! 😘