Intrigue…

giphy3In my previous post, belatedly posted, we established I have chronic migraine and messages between my doctor and me were not being relayed through the clinic, like they were supposed to be. My doctor was displeased, but I saw her at her home hospital, and I am on the pain clinic waiting list at the EDS hospital. The issue is, not many doctors hold a license for prescribing one drug I am on, but have been trying to quit, but my doc hasn’t had enough time to make that happen. Now it’s a priority. So I have to go back to the bad clinic for a bit.

Well, I just received a call saying there was a cancellation at the bad clinic and they called me right away because they know I am in need and they want to have a discussion about my needs going forward.

Anyone else sense a clinic about to lose a lucrative client?

I am certain my migraine doctor spoke up about leaving me hanging for three months. Part of the reason I hadn’t directly emailed my doctor earlier is I had once, and received a confirmation call from the nurse on duty who refused to speak to my husband, who is by my side constantly through this, and eleven years at this clinic, he has signed all forms indicating he is my proxy. She made it sound definitely not okay to be emailing.

Or, it could be just to refill my prescriptions.

Anyway, my migraine doctor recommended a new 20180525_120251.jpgmachine alled Cefaly. I hope it makes me look like Wonder Woman. I haven’t tried it yet. They zip tied the zippers on the case together and I thought I might sever an artery if I tried to cut it open. My husband opened it with nail clippers. Genius.

I am losing large chunks of my brain, it seems. I just can’t remember things. My brain is usually razor sharp. I’m forgetting how to spell! Well, but am I forgetting, or just screwing up? I wonder.

I’m starting to relax a bit. I hope to blog a bit more. Truthfully, Things have been tough. My parents follow me everywhere on social media, and are asking so many questions; after our distant relationship, it’s really hard to adjust. I’ve tried speaking with them, but I don’t think they get it. They imagine me talking to friends or my kids or my husband. No! Most of my friends deserted me. My kids are introverted teens. They talk to me when they need their Dad to understand something, and my husband gets up at 5 am, gets home at 8:30 and I may see him from 9:30 to 11 pm if he stays up late and I’m not in a sleep phase.

But things are getting better. I have more friends now. I’m not always sleeping. Though I have my weeks. My sister was here at Christmas, but the last thing I did with a friend was last June. Ha. Last time I even went out that wasn’t a doctor appointment. That sucks.

It’s just tough having your parents witness your every human interaction. My mom means well, but she offers opinions, and I take it as criticism (because it always has been in the past, even though she doesn’t mean it that way?), partly it’s great that people are treating me as normal, but I am really delicate still. I don’t get jokes much, (maybe it’s living with three people with autism?) Maybe I am too weak, still? I feel as if we are just going to end up hurting each other or saying something the other will misunderstand, because it’s easy, and I am in pain or the medication has made me fuzzy. But I feel too weak to have the conversation, too.

Blah, it’s awful. Does anyone else feel like this or am I awful? Or both.

On a lighter note, shortly after my Botox in July, I’m getting my hair done! Decided. 😜

Much love

 

Letting Go

 

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I’m likely having a flare-up. At least I assume that’s what is going on. My brains are currently pretty scrambled. The pain is pretty intense at the moment, and the pain medication is taking the edge off, but not much more. I continue to take it, don’t want to deal with withdrawal or anything, but it doesn’t really make much of a difference.

Sorry, bit of a pause there, my husband came upstairs after his weekly call with his parents to check on me, and I got some medication and rub. That was nice. I’m slightly more comfortable, but not too much. At least my neck feels not quite as sharp.

Husband and I had quite a row yesterday. No. Wait. I had a tantrum. That’s better. I’m not doing well with accepting that I need as much help as I do. He is a bit overwhelmed with his own duties and obligations and didn’t see that I had not eaten and had missed my medications too long. Yesterday morning I was trying to take my morning pills, but I kept dozing off from pain and sleepiness. I’m usually pretty vocal about my needs, so he doesn’t always babysit me. It blew over quickly, though. We spoke honestly with the kids about how we did things badly. But this was the outcome. I spoke about my trouble accepting help, but I really need it right now. It wasn’t positive, but I think we moved on in a positive way.

So that help thing. We don’t have any help in the community at all. Besides professionals, we just don’t have anyone we can rely on. It’s just the four of us. As I’ve mentioned, our kids have learning disabilities. Our daughter, Aspergers, our son, a processing disorder.  Both of them are in counselling and support twice a week, and have severe anxiety issues. I feel really awful asking for anything from my husband! Although he gives so freely!

Anyway, I realize I just need to trust he will tell me when he has had enough. I have gone two weeks without a proper bath and I just need to suck it up and do it at midnight if we must. Despite our daughter, newly minted 16, shushing us for being too loud at 8:30 last night, Saturday. We are a party crowd.

The luxury of sitting up has been whittled to a few minutes at a time. The nausea and back pain is ever present. I realize now I must let go of a lot of things I may have wanted for myself coming up. I really need to focus on myself right now. This is not something that comes easily to me. Sure, I can do face masks and things, but to really rest without distraction is tough.

I need to let go of worrying about what people think about me. So much of my life I was taught that other people’s opinions were paramount, and it is my duty to micromanage those opinions. No wonder I’m so tired! There are certainly a lot of people who dislike me, I think more than the average person, but I need to just stop trying to dissect what is wrong with me and live my life. I need to chalk it up to being a psycho magnet, as we used to call it back in the day, I know I am very naieve and have made some very bad choices in friendship, and I know a few enemies were made due to people ascribing me stories or characteristics which don’t belong to me at all. Many along the way seem to have this idea I’ve lived a perfect life. I’m some rich kid. Ha! Bizarre. Anyway, I really do need to stop looking back at my life from others’ perspective because it doesn’t serve any purpose, but damn, it’s fascinating.

I need  to accept help. I need to stop with the caretaking. Do you know I was actually thinking of posting on Facebook that it would be okay to unfriend me, it wouldn’t hurt my feelings? I mean, people are kind of acting like I run around and punch them in my sleep, or make horrific posts…wait, I should go check that. I won’t share my health updates. I guess. Maybe. I dunno. I’m just back using it again.

I’m thinking I may play with makeup lying down one day. We shall see how that goes.

My son came into my bed this morning after my husband got up at 6. It was lovely. He had me so relaxed just by wrapping himself in his blanket beside me, putting his face close to mine, and stroking my cheek – I fell asleep! I love that boy! (My girl just as much!)

Ok, perhaps a warm bath would be good. I don’t know. I’m still so uncomfortable. It’s not quite sharp pain, I feel like I’m being squeezed by a boa constrictor. From my cheekbones to my hips. I need to relax, but I don’t know how. God, I think I may have to go to the hospital if this doesn’t let up somehow, or I find something that helps. I’m at least calling the doc tomorrow. Or having my husband do it. Ugh, having indigestion does not help.

Oh, sitting up feels so much better.

I will keep you posted.

 

Revelations

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I’ve written so many editions of this blog where I have been feeling low, it is great to be feeling good for a change.

I have settled into a comfortable routine. I am up at 6 am, available for the kids as they get ready for school. I putter around until around noon. I am in bed, but I fold the blankets and put them aside so I can move around. I lie down as I need to, sometimes it’s ten minutes here and there, sometimes it’s a whole hour at a time. Between six and nine, I am definitely available for my kids, and they talk to me a lot! Once they are into their day, I am more relaxed.

After my afternoon medicine, I nap. Sometimes it’s right until 6:00 pm.  I am around for my family from when I get up (today it was 4:30) until the kids go to bed, usually by 9:00 (their choice) and then my husband and I hang out until the Sleep Monster comes for us. 10?

So, that takes care of getting enough sleep.

Other things I am focusing on:

  • Getting proper nutrition
  • I’ve been making sure I eat good food and don’t worry about weight gain
  •  Focusing on positive shows and experiences
  • Because I am stuck watching tv so much, I focus on more positive shows and not negative ones
  • Lowering stress
  • I have found some good apps to help me keep track of things, and I’m learning not to overload myself
  • Enjoying hobbies
  • Playing with makeup and crappy crafts are more important than they appear. They really help me relax. Organizing things is my kind of fun. 

So far, the results have been good. I am no longer constantly berating myself for not accomplishing more, and I’m having fun!  I still have body pain, yet it is discernable from my mood. In other words, I can be happy and in a good mood and have an aching back, and it’s been a long time since I could say that.

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. 😣

Birthday Weekend Festivities!

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I had a quiet weekend. My husband wasn’t feeling well, and is currently lying beside me trying to rest in the middle of the day.  Something he is lousy at. The darling got up after I fell asleep on Thursday and made me a FODMAP friendly cake. It was delicious. I think there is some left. Very moist.

I also received a lovely crystal bunny. It’s called Rabbit with Roses. My husband has been buying me Swarovski necklaces for years. I also collect rabbits. My son also points out there are three roses and three people in the family. ❤

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I spent most of the weekend puttering around cleaning out drawers and sorting my makeup so it’s accessible and neat. Not everyone’s idea of a good time, but one of my favourite things to do. I do think I overdid it a bit, as I woke up this morning a bit sore, but as my husband was taking his temperature, so did I. I’m running a slight fever, so I must have caught something going around here. We need to make time for our flu shots this year. Unfortunately my husband’s year end is October 31, so he’s very stressed.

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As I was cleaning out my dresser, I found this little guy! A Zebra bunny! I collect bunnies, and I collect zebra things, because of EDS. 😊

I received so many birthday wishes this weekend. It was nice. A bit overwhelming! I’m not used to so many people! I got in touch with most people, I think I got everyone. There are a few people I still want to talk to, though.

I called my Grandma yesterday and had a nice long chat. So great. I miss her.

Christmas is already becoming an issue. I’m glad my husband has my back. My in-laws have a separate celebration so the families don’ t have to choose which family to see. My in-laws live an hour away, and last year they hosted and everyone went to a restaurant. I didn’t attend as I was ill. This year, my mother in law was lamenting my absence and was trying to make plans to ensure I could be there. My husband explained there was only a slim chance I could attend if it was in my own house, never mind making plans for me. And she is in her eighties and having trouble with stairs, so she’ s sacrificing a lot. With my head, even though it’s better than it was, I just don’t think the stress of the holidays is going to help it. Plus weather exacerbates the problem.

Next door has construction going on, which is one thing with the intermittent hammering, but then they’re blasting a television set and then drums? Am I in a psychological experiment? 😂😂😂 Duh, I think they are setting up sound equipment.

💜

Botox Shots

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I had my needles for my migraines on Monday, and it was an experience. My appointment was scheduled for 9:30, but we weren’t seen until 11. Around 10:15 is when I put my head down in my lap, and 10:30 is when I burst into tears.  I just can’t sit up that long. So they let me into a room to lie down, but it only had a dental chair. So I sat in it and dangled my head over the edge.

The doctor came in and he remembered me, but couldn’t place me, which is understandable. He believes anything over 200 iu of Botox in the body at any time is wasted, so my 600 of body iu was a total waste. At this point, I’m coping well without it. My back hurts like a demon, my pubic bone is not bothering me as much, though. I am better at taking my medicine.

I had some relief from head pain, as they also inject you with lidocaine, but the back of my head still aches. It’s really tough to stay cheery.

I have confirmed I have a referral to both a gastroenterologist and a neurologist. So there will be investigation. I am hoping for some relief with the Botox. I need to relax. My husband called on the cell this morning and I had to yell to be heard. It made my head hurt.

It seems as if this doctor will be running the clinic for the time being. I am to book for my regular interval, 9 weeks, but they aren’t set up that far yet.

I have purchased a bunch of new clothes, as my weight has stabilized, it seems. I have day pajamas and night pajamas. The Gap has some super soft knits if you know or are some people with SPD.  I’ve only seen the women’s clothes, as that’s all I’ve looked for. I had my nice pajamas on, as I’m walking up to the door, my husband comments that my pants are saggy in the butt again. Dammit!  They are too big, meaning everything is too big. On the bottom anyway. Maybe my stomach just isn’t bloated. 🤣

At the moment, I need to ensure I lie down often. Rest. Things take hours. But I can avoid these headaches. Neckaches. Which is from being tense from the pain, i think. My face usually hurts regardless.

I’m still sleeping a lot. I’m trying to reach out more to people. This is a rough week. Husband is working on year end. The kids are restless. Anxiety is up.

So, I wait.

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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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