Bad to Worse

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I suppose it makes sense I didn’t see this coming. It would be logical my brain would block out the natural next step, wouldn’t it?

My BOTOX injections have been cancelled.

I was due on August 22, so I’m about two weeks away. This means my migraines are slowly ramping up again. For me, this means my headaches that I usually have at the front of my head are slowly coming back. They are almost constant once they are fully ramped up, which they usually are by the time my appointment rolls around.

The person who called said they would reschedule once they had things sorted. But it would be after August, for certain. My back is at a state right now where I can barely move. My neck… It’s in bad shape. By evening I’m incoherent. I was hoping within the two weeks I would be able to touch base with him and at least ask him.

We still have no idea what is going on, however, husband dug around and found a couple of complaints at the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Canada. One is about him improperly examining a woman’s breasts, and another is about improper procedure. Both within 2015-2017. Now, this doctor is 74 (we figured it out). I have been his patient for eleven years. I am very sorry if he made someone uncomfortable, but I have trouble understanding the first charge. I do know what it is like to be in pain, however, and I have seen the looney-toons that walk into that clinic. I can understand a misunderstanding happening. I am completely certain she believes she was violated. There’s a reason I bring my husband along, however. He often sees things without the haze of pain and remembers things I don’t. Also: witnesses.

However, yes, often the staff would forget to have him or us sign consent forms until after the procedure, and that is bad. As head of the clinic, he needs to be responsible for that.

Now, I don’t know if this is why he is off, or the stress has gotten to him. But I understand the first complaint. If the second complaint caused a stoppage of business, I am enraged. Complaining about something like this to the College and denying thousands treatment, especially after losing another pain doctor recently (He murdered his wife, but still)

Not only that, but my pain doc prescribes a bunch of my meds that no other doc can prescribe.

Having said that, the office manager at the EDS clinic at General said we should hear within a month, and if not to call and find out what’s going on,

Husband will call and update her and my pot doc to advise them of the situation and let them know things may be changing going forward.

I am shopping my blues away. Thank goodness it’s cheap crap on Amazon. I will show you some of the cute stuff I acquire.

All we can do is wait and see. I may just give up and go to the hospital. I have enough medication to keep me semi-conscious and get me through. Actually, it’s not that bad. I make myself zone out so I can be in that hazy semi-sleep state. I am going to be much better at taking my medication on time.

I’m even going to work on vaping. I’ve stopped because it hurt, but I’m going to start again. It shouldn’t hurt after a while!

Ugh.

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.

Disability Stories – My Mother-in-Law

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Let me preface this by saying I know my Mother-in-law isn’t truly evil. She just doesn’t think things through before expressing herself some  all the time. My husband had a fairly revelatory discussion with her the other day (Sunday, actually, beginning at 8:30) where we discovered she often thinks she’s being funny! Imagine!

My Mother-in-law is older than I think of most moms, in that she’s in her mid eighties. Her husband is nine years younger, and quite a hunk! Portends well for my husband’s aging process! Not only is my Father-in-law handsome, he is sweet as spun sugar. 💙

Now my Mother-in-law, I do believe, generally has the best of intentions, generally. I first met her after the breakup of our mutual relationships and when now-husband and I had just finished the ‘should we or shouldn’t we?’ dance. I think everyone knew this relationship was significant.  She served dinner on warmed plates, so fancy. She was trying so hard. It was sweet. It was my first trip to the Danforth. On Logan Avenue. Gorgeous neighbourhood. I’ve lived in Toronto twenty-five years, I’ve been on the east side maybe fifty times. Anyway, they were lovely. She ran around before I arrived removing photos of his ex-girlfriend. It had only been three or four months. They had been living together. They bought a house. (Oh, that really makes me sound like a home wrecker, but on reflection I do believe we were set up. It took me years to realize).

Things went well. July of 1999 husband and I moved into the top two floors of a house off of St Clair West near Oakwood. At this point I was dealing with just Endometriosis…except my thyroid started acting up shortly after we moved in together. I went from 190 lbs to 220 lbs in 5 weeks. Then another 20 lbs came on over the summer. By October of 1999 I was 240 lbs. Thyroid medication was the only thing that stopped the gain. We have no idea what happened.

Prior to this, my now-husband had drifted away from his family. Because of me being such a lovey-dovey nosy person who doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone, I declared this ‘strange’ (I was 29 and stupid) and encouraged him to get in touch with his perfectly lovely seeming family! His ex-girlfriend was much like my ex-husband. Very artistic, loves to be centre of attention, not really good with details. Which means both of our houses looked like trash heaps unless he at his or I at mine did something about it.

This is the scenario when I, a former go-getter have my first child, which was actually a fairly traumatic birth, involving a c-section, yanking, tugging, more yanking, THE DOCTOR GETTING ON THE TABLE AND STRADDLING ME, and finally her birth. Still no idea about my EDS diagnosis at the time. After this, I have a year off, nine months of which is pretty good, and the pain returns with a vengeance. (Things are hazy about this time, two young kids, pain, migraines, under medicated). I got my daughter into daycare and tried to go back to work, but I couldn’t.  I had my daughter in daycare in February, and by October I was pregnant. It was the only time I felt okay. He was born in June of 04. I had to put him into daycare as soon as I could. He was too active and my pain returned too quickly. Yet as soon as she heard about my pregnancy, my sister-in-law asked me “why would you get pregnant again when you can’t look after the baby you have?” I was gobsmacked. I muttered something like accidents happen, although he was no accident whatsoever. I assume she was referring to our decision to keep our daughter in daycare while I was not working. Not that it’s anyone’s business, but she really enjoyed daycare, and it was good for her. Plus, what’s wrong with her Dad? Is he a potato all of a sudden?

After both kids were here, both c-sections (where I actually got online V-bac counselling from Michelle Duggar, who was on baby 7?, hand to God!)  I was in a lot of pain. Here is where my Mother-in-law comes to my rescue? No…here is where my Mother-in-law sees I am not working. Probably assumes I have no income.* Sees I am slacking off on my household chores (My husband has this terrible habit when he is talking on the phone of saying “I’m doing the laundry” even if it is I who was doing the laundry.) And starts encouraging my husband to take the children and find a new wife. He is certainly young and good-looking enough, she assures him. (Why would he tell me this? My husband has Aspergers, it probably didn’t even occur to him I would see this as anything but ridiculous. He is incredibly sensitive, and has grown so much, 15 years ago he was a bit green, and we had babies).

To complicate things, husband decided to take our co-sleeping sprogs to sleep in the other room so I could deal with this chronic pain that was cropping up. Only he didn’t say that. He just left. I was sure it was because I was revolting. Or, he had the children he really wanted. He could go off happily now. My DNA is so Oooh speshul.  Haha! I was so crazy partly,

I had been prescribed opioids by my GP for pain. Whee! No not Whee! Like high. Actually, I was joking with a friend who has something… that lung thing… we’d be ‘lucky’ enough to be roofed at a club, I can see it. Picture it: *Hmmm, I’m actually not feeling too bad right now!* Lol! Back to the story: Hydrocodone, I think? Anyway, it was fine, I took my dose just fine, every four hours on the dot. HOWEVER patients with EDS tend to metabolize medication faster than the general population, and I am one of them. I am done with a 4 hour medication at 3 hours. Cold medication, pain medication, everything. So for almost a year, I found out fairly recently, I was spending that hour essentially going through withdrawal, how many times a day? That must have been the worst time of my life. No, I honestly can’t think of a worse time. Should there be an equation for this? My time with my ex was awful but it was extended, this was concentrated awful.

I know my husband stuck up for me to his mother, but she just wasn’t having it. I think it bothered me so much because I sort of agreed with her. Things got so much better when I got to a proper pain clinic and on to long-acting pain medication. Then life started turning around. We had a housekeeper for ages, but he could only do so much. Our kids have Autism, our daughter needs to see everything, she spreads her stuff all over the living room.

Hmmm. This was supposed to be about my Mother-in-law, and I guess it was, but it was a bit more winding than intended. 😄

I will have to follow-up with part 2, with some quips.

 

Have a good day, Zebras 😘

 

 

*My in laws’ 50th was last year, and my husband and I paid for the party, and his brother and wife bought them something amazing or something, they have exceptional taste, anyway, remember now, my husband and I have been married – it’s our 16th anniversary in October. Because my husband and I work for banks, we have TONS of accounts. Also because I’m stuck in bed, my husband has a private account his cheque goes into, then he transfers it to wherever, I don’t follow how it works. But he needed an account and couldn’t wait for me to feel well enough to get to the bank. Well, when he paid or reimbursed his Dad for party expenses, he wrote a cheque on his private account, not thinking of the optics. Well, he’s received two or three thank you cards and gifts, but they don’t mention me or the kids. I don’t know if I should bring my bank statements showing my pension and my disability payments, leave them lying around? Nah, they’d probably match up the account numbers. Ouch.

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! 😘

Scary Pain

My neck is so painful right now. I have my neck pillow on, it’s worse if it’s off. If I move, the nausea gets so much worse. Left is worse. The pain comes around my head like a crown. My teeth are even numb. It’s slightly better if I click something at the top of my spine into place. Like, near the base of my skull? I’ve been trying to pretend I’m normal, but it’s affecting my short-term memory, and I’m scared by the intensity of the pain and nausea. I haven’t taken migraine medicine yet, because it’s not like any I’ve had before, and is on both sides, would it work?

I’ve tried Tylenol. My husband told  me to. He had a reason,

I can’t see my pain guy for 5 weeks. I can’t live like this that long. I think we should call him. Trying to get hold of my husband.

This is awful.  I don’t want this.

Can I have some fun disease?