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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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!