The Appointment

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I haven’t posted in a bit because my head and neck pain has been really bad. I have been trying to cope as best I can with frequent resting and making sure I take my medication on time. The pain has still been so overwhelming, the only thing I could really do was sleep. So I was sleeping up to 18 hours per day. I had also developed this weird swelling of my mouth, but I think we’ve figured that out. I didn’t have it last night, so cleaning my mouth guard seemed to help.

I was really hanging on for my doctor appointment.

Husband and I arrived well in time for our 8 am time. We waited a few minutes and were called in. He asked what we were there for, and I began describing my symptoms. He stopped me and asked if we were dealing with this before with the previous doctor. No… He referred us to you, the neurologist. Oh, but he’s not a neurologist! He’s an anaestheseologist! This appointment is to ensure I have enough medication!

My husband spoke for a while after that while I tried to compose myself. All I know for certain is we have more of the magic cream that makes my neck feel awesome for ten seconds. It’s actually not bad.

There is no neurologist on staff, but they are hiring one. So he will refer me. It will just take a long time. I also demanded a referral to a gastroenterologist, which he tried to dance away from, but I insisted. Sorry if you have to do work, doc.

I saw my GYN on Tuesday, much better appointment. She feels my period was a one-off. No cysts or anomalies on the ultrasound. Did a full exam, while uncomfortable, we determined most of my pain was likely gastrointestinal, hence the gastroenterologist. I have a very sharp pain on my lower right quadrant that is horrific. She also gave me a prescription for visanne, should things get out of hand.

My husband was brilliant and rented a wheelchair for these excursions. It made things so much easier! I didn’t feel like I was dragging myself down the hall. We have a prescription to buy one. We should get on that.

I’m not entirely certain what to do now. I can’t live like this for 6 months until they sort things out. I will get in touch with the EDS clinic and see what they have at that hospital.  My GP will refer, he just doesn’t know to whom.

The other option is ER with every flare. Not good options.

Oh, and I will be getting my migraine shots, at least. They are set up for October 24, with a doctor who is amazing, so that’s positive. He doesn’t do the rest of the body, though, and a shot in my pubic bone would go a long way to less pain. My back… I could probably do it myself after 12 years! Ha ha!

Ok, getting tired.

I’ve bought a bunch of cute things to cheer me up lately. I hope I have the spoons to show you soon! 😄

Hugs to all.

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I’m a 10 out of 10

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You know you’re gearing up for a migraine when you lecture a stranger in your dream for wearing too much perfume. I even gave her the speech on the proper distance you should be from someone before you first detect it. I was quite thorough. The proper distance, by the way, is conversational distance. That is where you should first detect someone else’s fragrance.  None of this where they walk into the establishment and you can taste it before you even see the person nonsense.

Anyway, I tried to play with makeup yesterday, but the migraine started creeping up. I continued, because it had been over a week! I played for a bit, then finally had a nap. Slept from 1 pm until 8:30 pm when my husband came to bed. I was so restless and uncomfortable.  I couldn’t settle my stomach. I didn’t have anything solid yesterday except for oatmeal for breakfast.

I couldn’t sleep last night, I was just awake, restless. I keep trying. I’d dissolve into tears every once in a while, the pain was so bad, and then it would dissipate. Then ramp up. Ugh. I would lie there, just trying to be still, trying to distract myself. Reading cat memes. Reading long form news stories.

I was supposed to have Botox injections for migraine and for pain management on August 22-ish.  Since then the migraines are back, I’ve had my first period in fourteen years, (Mirena) and I’m wracked with pain.

I have not heard back from the pain clinic. Realistically, it’s been 3 weeks? I think? It feels like an eternity. I feel like most of the pain right now is in the back of my head, whatever we are dealing with there. One month until my neurologist appointment.

It’s also been close enough to a month that I believe it is time to start harassing the EDS clinic again. I think we shall do those things, see where that leads us.

I’m interested to see if I have a period next month. The question: was the Botox contributing to my lack of menses? How? Dunno. Correlation does not equal causation yeah yeah. We will see.

Let’s tackle one thing at a time. I will certainly bring it up at the EDS clinic, I don’t know if they have a GYN on staff, but I will ask for a referral straight away, as well as for a gastroenterologist, as that doesn’t seem to be happening either.

Happily, however, my stomach seems to have settled and I no longer feel like throwing up my toenails. Yay Gravol!

Short term, I don’t seem to be sleepy. Or I am already dead. I occasionally find a comfy spot and all is happy for a while, so things aren’t terrible. I’m going to focus on medicating myself today, listening to podcasts, and maybe tv if I can. Tonight I’m definitely taking a sleeping pill, and back to that if I need to.

I was thinking of a warm bath, but moving…

I can do a month! Right?

And however long the EDS clinic takes…

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A Word on Munchausens Syndrome

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I have been reading a couple of articles on Munchausens, Munchausens by proxy, and have watched the documentary on Gypsy and her mother, and I find Munchausens Syndrome quite fascinating. I don’t understand why someone would choose to fake sick in order to gain attention. Yes, the answer must lie somewhere in the pathology of the illness, but how does the attention actually work? See, I have more than one verifiable illness and I am not drowning in pity and attention. Perhaps it’s because they don’t actually have the illness in question and have the energy to troll for it? Maybe because they usually invoke CANCER which for some reason gets everyone’s attention. I’ve never understood why cancer is held up above all other disease. It’s interesting to me. It is very serious, usually, don’t get me wrong. Maybe because we all know someone with it.

I mean, not that I want attention so much as it would be nice if people noticed the struggle and thought I was doing awesome. It’s better than being invisible.

 

Today went downhill fast.

My head is really in bad shape. My neck is awful. I didn’t sleep well last night, the pain was so distracting. I’ve been eating chocolate trying to soothe, which is a bad sign. I should curl up and either relax or sleep. My face hurts so much. I have intense abdominal cramps, and I’m spotting again or still, I’m not sure. It’s getting to the point where I can’t just wait it out much longer. I don’t know if the EDS clinic has a gynecologist on staff. There was one at the pain clinic, and I did see her privately, but it was kind of a pain to get in. My GP will not deal with this, so I’m not certain what to do. There’s always the possibility my Mirena has pierced something. Not pierced, um… shifted and embedded somewhere. I’m on a lot of medication, who knows what I feel and what I don’t? Sigh.

I need to see to a nap. I’m becoming incoherent. And grouchy.

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Misery Inventory 😭

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It actually started last night. I did my makeup for a friend’s birthday, (once again, just ask) and I was just tuckered. I fell asleep at 5? And asked husband to wake me at 8-ish. He claims he couldn’t wake me. This could be true, as once I was in hospital, and the doctor actually picked me up and shook me, I could feel her do that, I felt myself trying to wake up, but I couldn’t. So I sleep deeply. I have CPAP, don’t worry.

So I woke up this morning, just barely, and my head hurrrrrts. My neck is just aching. I can’t follow a thing. I’ve tried four documentaries and they make no sense. I have to write everything down or it’s gone. I did buy a bunch of journals over the weekend this was so much fun, though.

My stomach is killing me too, though. I have heartburn, unusual. I’m so careful, and have been not cheating. I guess the chips are out. Lightly salted, too spicy. 😐 I am so very nauseated and yet am hungry. Plus my stomach hurts. Just the actual physical area of my stomach hurts. I was wearing a bralettes and it hurt, so I had to take it off. Another day where I can’t wear clothes, they are too much pressure. Physical pressure. My nightgowns are too close around my throat, though I know they aren’t. Any seam hurts. My fuzzy blanket is all I can handle. We’ve had honest discussions with the kids why mommy doesn’t wear clothes sometimes, and why that is a problem in society and we have to give her privacy.

Anyway, my stomach is acting up, but I did have a BM today, which is fantastic! 😀 I used to have to have shots that would reverse the opioids I was on so I could go. It was not a fun time.

But in addition to this, I’m having endometriosis-related cramps, and I can’t figure out why. I don’t know if my body is adjusting to the weight loss, which seems to be stable for now, around 195. Everything hurts for now, and I can never remember what I’m supposed to do.

I finally got it straight with husband. I’m supposed to take marijuana oil and then vape, but I don’t have the strength to vape. I don’t know if I’m just being lazy? Oh, hell no. I am not a lazy person. I really can’t. I don’t think it will do what I need it to do for my neck, anyway. I would really love a bath, but I can’t muster myself to get in there.

The kids are well amused. Daughter is downstairs doing whatever it is she does, and boy is playing the new Nintendo Switch we bought for Husband’s birthday next month. We thought we should get it early and have some time to play it. It arrived Friday, so the boys rushed through their chores, and husband and I had a long discussion about whether he really did ask me to order Zelda or not. I swear he didn’t. I am clear as day on this, but is it just my memory? But I would have no memory of the incident altogether, right? And he forgets to give me the phone every morning so I have to go crawl for it and hurt myself.

So, husband is calling the hospital every couple of days with no response. This is what you get with top doctors. Arrogance.

I have a ton of shopping due to arrive today. At least that should distract. And once I get that bath!

Painsomnia, Regrets.

I shared an article with my husband about one of the Teen Mom’s from MTV getting ‘butt and vaginoplasty’ procedures on-camera, grinning away. And he’s been making hilarious jokes all night. No body shaming, mostly about him going along to get his butt tightened when he’s not being relaxed about things.

http://www.ibtimes.co.uk/teen-mom-farrah-abraham-blasted-posting-private-photos-instagram-do-you-have-no-shame-1633533

This was the story, if you want to read it. I hope they aren’t tightening her uterus. Just, no.

 

I’m feeling sort of low. I’m reminded of so many of the accomplishments of my friends, and I had to cut so many things short. I was reminded the other day of a friend I’d had for 15 years, and was insanely jealous. I had no clue about this. That is the part I feel terrible about. I suppose I don’t spend time with people I don’t like, and if I do, I don’t blame them. But she envied, I’ve been told, my marriage, my babies, and my job with a bank. Oh, and house with another person’s income it was easier. I envied her ability to work and do something besides sleep. Her relationship with her parents, her baking skills, her bilingualism. I didn’t get to say those things because I felt it was weird to be nice sometimes. She would accuse me of buttering her up to ask her a favour.

I regret that I couldn’t finish university. I don’t know how I could have made this work. My dad was pretty mentally ill when I turned 18, and he wanted me out of the house. He wanted me out forever so he could have my mom to himself, but that’s his thing. So when I turned 18, I was out. I had no where to go. I ended up staying with my boyfriend, who was 10 years older. He was living in a different province. He was then transferred to a third province. I tried to enroll in school and apply for a loan, and was rejected. Apparently, my parents made too much money, and should be funding my education. So, I’m screwed, unless I’m married or 25. Whelp, there hadn’t been too much interest so far, my parents had convinced me I’d be lucky to get married at all. And this guy was willing, we got married in Vegas in November of 1989. Same Day as Bruce and Demi.

There are some people out there who absolutely loathe me for this. One even called me out in the middle of my 25 year high school reunion. Where were they, though, when I had no other place to stay? When I could have used maybe a decent boyfriend? Nah, I was too ugly. Nobody has actually come forward and told me why they are upset or hurt. I’m actually completely bewildered. I have not come up with any sort of explanation for this. I wasn’t even that close to these people. People are always looking for an excuse to hate you. It’s like a rubics cube.

Yes, my first marriage was brutal is a lot of ways, but I did learn a lot, also. Whatever the case, it led me to my current husband. The place I am meant to be. Sometimes you need to go through hell to get to heaven.

I hear other rumors, though. I hear whispers about my “perfect family” and “privilege” that got me a house in downtown Toronto.

Hey, there. I hear your whispers. I see your glances.

I have some privilege. But don’t you dare forget I worked three jobs for seven years, two of those years while going to school, when I did dip down to two. I have been working since the age of 12, securing them and transporting myself.

I have endured five laparoscopic surgeries while working, most of them taking less than three days off for recovery, instead using weekends to recover. All while in increasing pain, exhaustion, being told I was fat, work out more, eat less, and get over it.

Divorced the first guy, married the second, kids were supposed to fix the endometriosis. Had 2. Got sicker. Finally had to concede working.  Sister in law asks while pregnant with #2 “Why would you have another baby if you can’t look after the one you have?” Because we put my daughter in daycare after I tried to go back to work and failed. Nice. My husband is an incompetent child rearer? Thanks. On LTD.

We desperately wanted a third child, but decided we could not afford financially nor emotionally to support one.

My children, both with Autism, act well in public, but are becoming troublesome in private. School refusal has been a problem with the boy, and I don’t know how next year will be.

So if anyone wants to trade lives with me remember, I envy those who:

  • Can get up and go for a walk
  • Can eat some food, whatever they like without stomach cramps
  • Can get up and go somewhere
  • Can stay awake for more than 3 hours
  • anytime but midnight
  • Don’t hurt all the time
  • Can have some fun
  • Can go dancing
  • let’s go shopping!

 

I’m really okay, my husband is the best. He is so sweet to me. I wouldn’t travel this journey without him.

I suppose someone else (me) being content is really tough for people to figure out. True no drama.

 

Right now I’m in so much pain I can’t sleep.

  • Gastroparesis means my bowels are full and rumbly. They’ll be like this and cramps for a while
  • My neck is screaming in pain
  • I have something across the back of my head that hurts. Long ago head injury?
  • I may have a cyst on my ovary, occasional cramping
  • My back hurts
  • jaw pain from head troubles

Actually, not a bad evening. Going to try to sleep.

 

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.  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.  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! 😄

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.

In Pain and Grouchy.

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All right. I’m done. I am bloody well ready to shut it down and move to the furthest edges of where Sephora delivers. I’m over this friendship business. It’s overrated.

I had a person ask me to join a group she started, because it was a mutual interest, so I did. The members seem to devote a lot of time to this group, and it happened around the time all my major nonsense started this year. I haven’t posted much to the group, nor to this person much, except to explain my situation. She deleted me today, as a friend! (Yes, I have spyware) Now, I don’t hate her or think she’s a bitch or anything, but I think it’s pretty much a pattern of how abled-disabled friendships go. Tons of assumptions are made, three months go by, well – they must be feeling better by now! They must not be interested. Where do three months go? It took me four months to see my regular pain management doctor! So much can be solved by talking. But when you have an invisible illness, who has the spoons? How hard is it to check Facebook, really? You’d be surprised.

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This is a pretty nice picture. Notice my top from Old Navy with the Zebra print. This makeup took over three hours to accomplish. I had to keep lying down to quell the nausea and pressure in my head, increasing my headache. I also was dealing with a broken crown because my medical examination last week was so painful, I grit my teeth in pain, and… well. We do need to wait until after my Botox treatment shots tomorrow, because I get lidocaine and Botox in my jaw and it helps a lot. If I need to sit with my mouth open while they tinker, it just makes sense. I mean, my jaw aches, but it’s only really bad when I bite wrong. So, we don’t need to wait, but it makes sense. In this photo I have that headache, rapping the back of my head, jaw pain, my hands are achy from fumbling for stuff, shoulders are cranky, they don’t like holding cameras, and my abdomen/hip on the right side is doing that “you really could lie down you know, sure it bunches up your neck, but so what?” But I’m still trying to look cute and show off my makeup, because this is the Internet. Everyone has a perfect life here!

Why do I do it then? Because otherwise I just lie here bored. Some days that’s all I can do. Some days I need to get my family in order. Things take a lot longer than before. My memory is bad. It must be the pain. My neck hurts so much. I can barely keep track of what I’m doing.

I have been buying tons of makeup again. Partly because I can’t keep track of what I have. I was half-joking with my husband, saying makeup is all I have. I started listing all the things that were no longer available to me:

  • Sex
  • Watching complicated television
  • Milkshakes
  • Travel
  • Dancing
  • Beaches
  • Carbonated Beverages

I went on for a while until I felt good and sorry and it was no longer funny in the slightest.

However, I have discovered a few things that I can participate in:

  • Iced tea with aspartame (I do not care, this is keeping me alive right now)
  • Watching comedians on various corners of the cable service
  • Wearing my zebra outfits
  • Lovely Brand caramels, made with condensed milk – which isn’t FODMAP friendly, but if I only have a couple I do okay. The Sea salt ones are so good!

 

This cheered me immensely.

My son turned 13 yesterday, and my husband made a FODMAP friendly cake! Isn’t he the sweetest? Chocolate, which is the boy’s favourite. The girl likes vanilla. I can’t believe I’m Mom to two teenagers. That’s so weird. I’m just a teen myself! Well, it seems that way, in my head.

Speaking of my head, I spend most of my day in it. I deliberately stay away from people and try to stay busy. I’m always doing something. I have two blogs. My kids require as much support as I can give them, my husband needs loose ends tied up, and I need to maintain my health. All from my bed! I can get pretty foul tempered when I’m in pain. I want to save whatever good mood I can muster for those to whom I’m closest. I want to be as unstressed as possible, and that means releasing myself from as many entanglements as I could.

I even told my MOTHER I needed some space right now.

I see you people hanging on there. I appreciate the hell out of you.

Don’t think I don’t see the irony of me saying “people should really talk more” and me just dropping out of society, but if you were in my head you would totally understand. I feel like there’s a gremlin on my shoulder chopping at the back of my head. My neck is stiff, it hurts to turn right or left or look up. My jaw is stiff and sore. It’s tough to think and comprehend what people are saying. It’s quite embarrassing. It gets worse as the day goes along. It feels like I was put in a blender. My brain is spinning. It’s difficult to concentrate. I’ve been working on this post for two hours now. I’ve lost parts of it. Doing anything is like this. This is not what I am like. I am efficient and organized. It’s a nightmare for me.

I don’t remember if I said this, but the doctor said he was referring me to someone who was going to examine my neck/head and potentially do a block. I think that’s what they thought, but maybe an MRI first. Or an x-ray. Would be good. I don’t want them poking around without any idea of where anything is. I mean, even the dentist takes x-rays.

My face is killing me. I only need to make it to tomorrow.

Love to you, Zebra pals! 😘