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What’s gone wrong in your system?

I got the results of my sleep study test yesterday. I spend about 15% of my night in deep and REM sleep and these should be around 20%. Also, I have a form of sleep apnea. There are three different kinds (I can’t remember the names): the most severe kind is when you stop breathing for a full ten seconds or more ~ I don’t have this. The second kind is when your throat relaxes to the point that you are not getting enough air, but it is a partial restriction ~ not full apnea. And the last kind is when this throat closing causes your brain to wake up to rectify the situation. I have the latter two. He said my brain is waking up an average of 49 times an hour. This has me in an aroused, wake state a lot, obviously, and it also causes my sleep cycles to be interrupted, so, even if 15% of my sleep is deep, it’s broken up throughout the night, which isn’t as restorative. So, I get to use a CPAP (Continuous Positive Airway Pressure) machine! Seriously, I’m going to sleep with the Zeo headband, a mouth guard and a face mask? Wtf? That’s a pretty sight. But, please god, let it help me feel marginally better.

He also said, “Have you had your ferritin level checked?” “Yes, two months ago. It’s in your computer.” He looked it up: “Oh, it’s low. You should be on a supplement ~ that’ll help you feel less fatigued.”

Now, let me tell you how much this pisses me off. The crappy chronic fatigue clinic ordered this test along with zinc (which is also low). The results came back two months ago and nobody called to tell me what it meant. My regular GP saw the result of the ferritin, also, and didn’t tell me to do anything about it. Mine is low and I don’t have a period. If I had a period, it would be far lower, the sleep doctor said. So, I could have had TWO MONTHS OF SUPPLEMENTS UNDER MY BELT BY NOW IF SOMEONE HAD JUST REVIEWED THE RESULTS AND CALLED ME. I am raging mad! This has happened at every single step along the way this year. Nobody communicates with the patient. Actually, the front desk people do ~ schedulers etc. ~ they’ve been pretty good. And maybe one or two nurses. But is there a doctor out there that says, “I am testing you for X, Y, Z and, when I get the results, I will call you and explain them. I don’t think you have A, B, C and this is why:…”?? How dare they! I don’t know why the ferritin has me all riled up. It’s just that he put me on a heavy-duty supplement (ferrous gluconate 648mg/day), so obviously I need it and it might make a difference. Actually, the reason I’m so annoyed is this has happened so often and can have more serious consequences. I won’t get into the details, but my husband had a test that the doctor said was negative, but we have access to our results online, so, I looked at the results and googled the test and did the math and said, “uuummm, I think this is positive, not negative.” He emailed the doctor and, sure enough: “Oh, yes, sorry, it is positive. We need to treat you for that.” Say what?! I know they’re only human and I know they’re very busy and I know the whole healthcare system is a mess and maybe the doctors are just as frustrated as we are, but what if we didn’t have access to our records? I never would have found the mistake. And that’s just one of countless mistakes. Please, everyone, be your own best advocates. Call for your test results, request copies of every test you get done, review them yourself and point out anything that looks odd. And, pay attention to any result that is in the low or high range of “normal”! Normal has never been normal for me. My TSH was in the low range of normal for years as two giant goiters grew and strangled my thyroid until it wasn’t working anymore. My ferritin was technically in the “normal” range, but the doctor said it was too low. Et cetera, et cetera, blah blah blah.

Ok, on to other stuff. WordPress shows me what internet searches led people to my blog. Yesterday, 6 out of 14 searches were for MRI info, so it makes me really happy that I expended the energy to write my tips. I hope it helped someone out there.

My wash-out period ended on Tuesday, but I haven’t added anything back in because I felt like such shite, I didn’t think I’d be able to distinguish my disease symptoms from any symptoms new foods caused. Maybe I will add rice today. The Good Doctor says we are looking for “stark sensitivities, so worsening of mood, fatigue, energy, pain.” This is really hard. I was feeling pretty good last week and then, without warning, I was a mess. If I had added rice in that day, would I think rice had caused it?

I’m back to using the light box and I’m starting acupuncture again next week. I’m going to try all the supplements again, as well as melatonin, Lyrica, and the Chinese herbs. I just don’t know in what order… I guess I have to add all the eliminated foods back in before I start anything else to gauge my reactions… This is so tedious and time-consuming. I used to love Thanksgiving and Christmas and now I don’t get to celebrate at all. I can’t eat most of the food, I have no energy to do special preparations and, even if I did, there’s no point in planning something when the activity and/or socialising will just cause me to crash. Wow, this life sucks.

On a lighter note, have I mentioned how grateful I am for my husband? He drives me to my appointments, takes the dogs to the park, fixes our roof, landscapes the garden, hoovers, cooks dinner, sprays IcyHot on my back and, above all, keeps a positive attitude.

Good times gone, and you missed them
What’s gone wrong in your system?
Things they bounce like a Spalding
What’d you think, did you miss your calling?

It’s so free, this kind of feeling
It’s like life, it’s so appealing
When you’ve got so much to say
It’s called gratitude, and that’s right

Good times gone, but you feed it
Hate’s grown strong, you feel you need it
Just one thing, do you know you?
What you think that the world owes you?

What’s gonna set you free?
Look inside and you’ll see:
When you’ve got so much to say
It’s called gratitude, and that’s right

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Diet Day 36… No supplements Day 5

I have been strictly gluten-free now for over six months. Not a grain of gluten, not a crumb of bread, not a noodle of pasta, not a crust of pizza, not a spoonful of couscous, not a whiff of malt, nothing. I feel no difference whatsoever except a deep longing for tortellini. I haven’t broken the autoimmune diet that the Good Doctor put me on over a month ago except I still cheat with oats and sugar (actual and fake sugar), but that’s it. And I probably eat more condiments than she would like (Veganaise, salad dressing etc.). And I probably eat more red meat and oil-soaked chicken than she would like (I ordered a steak and grilled chicken from a local restaurant last night and split them with my husband. Lots of greasy meat. YUM). But, seriously, there are only so many salads a girl can eat. Oh, and I feel no difference whatsoever except a deep longing for popcorn.

This is the fifth day of no supplements. I have been taking vitamins, just no borage oil, alpha lipoic acid etc. I decided to give myself a week off to see if they were contributing to my headache. No such luck so far. My head threatens to explode all day, every day. Yesterday I took 500mg of tylenol and a half a Solpadeine (250mg of tylenol and some codeine). They didn’t seem to help my head and my breathing was tight all day, so now I am paranoid that the Solpadeine, like the Norco, depresses my respiration. I must figure out a pain killer option ASAP.

So, I’ll start back on all the supplements on Tuesday. I’ll do it until the end of the year. That is my commitment. Definitely until Thanksgiving. And I’ll continue this diet until the end of time, what do I care? At least the diet doesn’t cause a rash or my chest to close or my tongue to swell… I don’t think it does, anyway. It probably contributes to the depression, though!

When do I start the Chinese Herbs? He says it is a six month to a year commitment… Ugh.

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Appointments, tests, symptoms

I’m still dizzy. I’ve been dizzy for about 5 or 6 days now. Just unbalanced — things look odd, the world feels like it is slowly drifting to one side. This is different from the acute vertigo attack I had last year at the beginning of this illness and this is different than the “white-out” I’ve experienced my whole life when I stand up because I have low blood pressure. Last night, I woke up with stabbing pains in my stomach. I stayed awake for two hours, deep breathing. I don’t know if it was gas or what. I don’t care — I just want to track it. Other than that, my symptoms are: horrible headache, terrible back spams (mostly lower), my hands ache, neck pain, low-grade fever (99.7 when I took my temperature yesterday), and gritty eyes. But these are more like stone eyes or boulder eyes. Both eyes have what I used to call styes, but, upon deeper Internet exploration, may be something else… They’re not red or inflamed, they are small blisters on the inside lids. My top lip is swollen with some underground cystic acne nastiness. It looks like I was punched in the mouth. I look great, wish I could go out and socialize. But, seriously, I just miss feeling pretty. I miss getting dressed at all, let alone dressed UP. I miss not being in slippers.. a great pair of boots, a belt, jewelry … I miss brushing my hair and putting on mascara. I miss I miss I miss…

My thyroid hormone test results were fine. My liver and cholesterol panels looked fine. My bloodwork looked fine.

My first appointment of the week was acupuncture. He concentrated on harmonizing my shao yang symptoms which, according to Chinese medicine, are the alternating chills and fever I get daily.That night, after acupuncture, my daily headache became excruciating. It woke me up multiple times in the night. I thought it might have increased in severity from the acupuncture, which could have been true, but after the lingering brain cramps this morning, I actually think it might be from the Norco. I realise this is nuts seeing as I only took a quarter, but I can’t take Vicodin because of the headaches they give me and they’re the same ingredients.

I had my follow up with the Good Doctor on Tuesday. She said I seemed very tired and beat down. She thought it wasn’t a bad idea to take a holiday from the supplements if I felt overwhelmed and thought they might be contributing to the headache. But, she said I had to give my brain a holiday, too ~ stop worrying, planning, researching. Easier said than done. She didn’t want me to go off of the supplement and the birth control pill at the same time, which is fine because it’s not possible to go off the pill until I have a decent pain killer option. She had not received the results from the stool sample even though it’s been three weeks. She said once again, I never have these sort of troubles with labs! Stay tuned for the scathing essay I will write one day about medical mistakes. She said narcotics can absolutely give you a headache when you take them and give you a headache when they wear off. All in all, it was a pretty wasted trip. I think she took one look at my face and decided to concentrate on consoling me. Although, she did say she thought I should consider a brain MRI since my headaches are increasing in severity and waking me up at night. I think this disease is an autoimmune problem and/or a deep-seated pathogen that is causing neurological problems on top of all the others. I don’t think I have something that will show up on an MRI.

I also had a therapy appointment that day, too, and, since my chauffeur was also my spouse, I invited him into the session. It was good — for no other reason than they got to meet each other. I cried the whole time, explaining my guilt that he was doing so much and my grief that our lives had disappeared and my regret that we never did X/Y/Z before I got sick. Interestingly and to my relief, my therapist said that everything she has heard from me in the last few weeks is depressive thinking and is brand new. She said this whole year I have had anxiety over my sickness, leaving my career, what the future holds etc. — but that I had been a “trooper”. The depression of the last month is new and situational. I needed to hear that. It helps me say, get your shit together, girl, this isn’t you! When you are consumed by grief, it’s hard to remember what normal feels like. Even normal in sickness.

Today, I talked with an advocate for the M.E. Network with whom my aunt put me in touch (even my extended family has rallied to help me — I am very blessed). She is a nurse and had M.E. and recovered. She is adamantly against psychiatric drugs and she gave me her reasons. I agree with her and it was good to hear a healthcare worker not pushing the meds and talking about how compromised things have become because of pharmaceutical companies and their drug-pushing reps. However, getting a good pain killer and possibly an anti-anxiety or anti-depressant was my next course of action and now I feel hopeless again. Part of me just thought, if I give in and dope myself up, life would feel better even if it wasn’t better. She cautioned that M.E./C.F.S. patients’ brains are already compromised by the disease, so psychiatric drugs can make things much worse. I feel like I’m back to square one. Truly, my Rx is rest, short walks, baths, meditation and time…. while feeling like I’m dying for who knows how long? People have gone through worse. People are going through worse.

I’m grateful I’m not going through worse. This took me three days to write.

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Sick, month 11

E., that last post was for you. A tribute to our youth that has taken on a different meaning now.

I spent the weekend in bed for the most part. Today starts a fortnight of medical appointments every single week day. I’m worried about this. I should probably reschedule some, but they’re all ones I’ve been waiting for: overnight sleep study, neurologist, the Good Doctor follow up, a ten-week group therapy class that allows me to keep seeing my therapist for a little while longer for a much lower price tag, albeit in a group. Eek. I’m not a big public sharer, believe it or not, although maybe it’ll be okay because I am an open book, especially after this illness: I have never cared less what people think of what I say or how I look. That doesn’t mean I don’t care if I offend people or I don’t care if I smell, rather, I have no problem wearing no make-up, crying snottily, and talking about my bowel issues and crushing grief. Why disguise? What is there to hide?

Physically, I think I am worse than I’ve been since I left work. The pain is not as bad as it was in the days after my Big Day Out on the 13th, but, when the debilitating pain eases up, the regular pain, aches, exhaustion and flu-like symptoms are waiting underneath. As I mentioned before, I’ve only left the house 3 times in 11 days (for doc appointments). I haven’t gone to the grocery store, the drug store, the dog park ~ I haven’t done anything and I usually would be feeling a lot better by now. I feel faint, I am clammy, I keep getting a pitter-pattery heart and tight breathing, I am absolutely exhausted, I have a bad headache (this morning, there is an expanding and contracting ice pick in the back of my skull on the left), my muscles are stiff (I’m trying to come up with a better description ~ I walk and bend like the Tin Man, like I have immobile metal braces attached to all limbs), both hands and all fingers are in pain (haven’t had that in a while), and a new one: my leg muscles ACHE. They feel like they need to be moved and stretched, which is probably exactly what it is, but, it hurts. I lay in bed jiggling them, tensing them, punching them, trying to get the throb to ease up. And my brain is mush. I’m excited that I can type this morning because last night I could barely form sentences and not feeling smart is scary. Actually, the worst is not feeling quick anymore. The thing I valued most about my brain was how fast I could interpret, anticipate, respond, reason, argue, predict, accomplish… and I could tackle 10 things at a time. The ultimate multitasker. Gone.

Medicinally, I am taking a quarter of a Norco before bed, as well as my thyroid hormones, antihistamine nasal spray, albuterol inhaler, birth control pill and all the supplements and IBS-helping products. That’s it. I want to start something new this week ~ antibiotics or Lyrica or the Chinese herbs or something. I have an electric blanket on my bed, have changed to flannel sheets (heaven) and I’m trying a sun light box thing, which “is sure to deliver a therapeutic sense of well-being in any setting”, says the leaflet.

Emotionally, as I’ve said, I’m not in a great place. When you really start researching M.E., you realise that people don’t recover very often… hardly ever. So, I’m in this terrible shock-plan-grief cycle.

This can’t be happening. Okay, I’ll try X/Y/Z treatment. But, why? I’m just going to get X/Y/Z side effect.

I can’t believe I’m getting worse, not better. Okay, meditate, stay positive, have hope, keep going. But, there was so much I didn’t do, there was so much I didn’t try, there was so much I didn’t accomplish… Now, it’s all gone.

Wow, based on case studies, this can actually get much worse. Okay, I will concentrate on constant rest, every day. What’s the point? I’ll never have a life back, I’ll never have my health back, I’ll never have happiness.

My husband said, “You had the same problem riding a motorbike. You have to look where you want to go and lean into the curve with your eyes ahead of you. You have to focus on the point you want to get to.” I never looked at the end point; I was always afraid of the lean. I was always looking at where I was ~ scanning the ground for danger, watching my speed, making sure I hadn’t left my turn signal on ~ and not where I was going. Which is ironic since I know I am a future thinker and a constant planner.

For example, I have planned the documentary that I am going to make about M.E. I am going to travel this world and interview patients, doctors, people who have recovered, caregivers. It’s going to be informative and moving and it’s going to make some noise.

I have also planned the business I am going to start to bring services to home-bound patients. It’ll encompass everything: walk/wash/groom/play with your dog, wash your dishes, change your bed clothes and do your laundry, clean your home, mow your grass, cut your hair, take care of your feet, talk to you, listen to you, help with your meds, help you fill out paperwork, help you organise your files/calendar/appointments, bring a mobile library of movies, music and books from which you can borrow for free … I will have subcontractors that bring their services to your home. For example, landscapers, vets, acupuncturists, massage therapists, physical therapists, reiki practitioners, reflexologists, guided meditation helpers… It’s going to be epic and so fulfilling.

I have also planned to get a medical degree and go into research on M.E. Or, even better, doctor education. When I have some letters after my name, I will find a platform in the medical community and make some noise.

I have also planned to become a yoga teacher, a salsa dancer, a chef, a marathon runner, a gymnast, a horse rider, a dog trainer and, of course, a writer. Although, maybe, after years of this, I’ll be like Laura Hillenbrand and just not want to go there ~ Not want to write about M.E./C.F.S. because I live it.

Hope is hurting me, but only because I so desperately want to conquer the world. I am grateful for every minute of every day that my legs hold me up and my brain still works.

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Dark Yin

I have another good doctor. Well, not actually a doctor ~ a master. The acupuncturist has a Master’s Degree in Acupuncture and Oriental Medicine and he was wonderful. As soon as I finished recounting my story, he said, “You have a bug”… which I think I needed to hear. I know I do and, interestingly, this is precisely the first thing my wise-doctor father said when he was here: “You’ve got a bug.”

Even if there was 100% concrete lab proof that I have M.E., most cases begin with a sickness, so must patients probably are infected with a bug. The Good Master acupuncturist said, “I have absolutely no doubt that something has taken up residence in you, but we don’t know if it’s bacterial, viral or parasitic. There are bugs we can find and treat, there are bugs we can find but usually wouldn’t test for, and there are bugs that we don’t have the ability to test for, so we’d never find them. In Chinese medicine, we treat for all bugs rather than looking for the particular culprit which could be hidden deep in the body.” They call the bad stuff that you can’t see or find “Dark Yin” and the problem it has caused with me is called “Gu Syndrome”.

Now, normally my ears slam shut when people talk about Chinese herbs or Oriental medicine. Like I said, I have always been a traditional Western medicine type of lady, but, if I’ve learned nothing else this year, I’ve learned that I don’t know shit. Who am I to say that this or that is dangerous? Who am I to say that this or that will work or not work? None of the doctors I have seen has found anything wrong with me yet and none of them has any advice except sleeping pills and anti-anxiety meds. Who am I to take their tests, opinions and traditions as the only options?

I did tell him No. Way. when it came to taking the Chinese herbs. He asked me to research it and think about it. My husband says, “Of course you should try it!” Those of you dealing with this disease know that doctors give you no answers and you would do anything to get better, so I want to put this information out there for you to consider. I am going to upload a photo of the herbal remedy info sheet the Good Master gave me. Here’s the first line:

“A unique remedy for the important clinical phenomenon of Abdominal Gu Syndrome: difficult and treatment-resistant diseases (such as IBS, chronic fatigue, fibromyalgia) caused by chronic, often undiagnosable parasitic infections…”

Although I’ve gone over the genesis of my illness in my head a million times, our conversation today helped me see it more clearly and feel more hopeful. He said, “Can you pin-point the day you got sick?” And I CAN. That’s why I think the Bad Bug scenario rings true. I was on vacation in Virginia, when, very suddenly, a got diarrhea. Believe it or not, I’d never in 38 years had the traveler’s diarrhea that people talk about. I was not nauseous, I did not vomit, just diarrhea that started suddenly and did not stop for a few days. I couldn’t eat ~ not really because of nausea, I just could not eat. I stared at an egg, willing myself to take a bite and I couldn’t. It scared me, brought me to tears ~ that had never happened, either. I thought everything resolved and then, three months later, I was writing Christmas cards and something started to happen to my body. I thought, Uhoh, I’m getting really sick. I moved to the couch and fell asleep for an hour, then, I woke up and told my husband that something was very wrong and I was worried that I might have to go to the hospital. It was the first cycle of chills and sweats that would continue for 9 months. “Chills and sweats”, of course, is a description that does not do it justice. For a better picture, read my diary excerpt:

https://ldndiary.wordpress.com/2012/08/31/how-my-cfs-me-began-an-excerpt-from-my-diary/

Now I wonder, did the Dark Yin take hold of me in Virginia, make me sick for 3 or 4 days, burrow deep and incubate for another 2.5 months and then start making me very sick? It was cyclical; it seemed like a parasitic life cycle, that’s why malaria fit so well. But my body couldn’t fend it off for whatever reason.

Feel free to not read past here. Below is my own investigative work for my own records. Believe it or not, I have never looked at the timeline.

During this whole time between June and December of last year, I was seeing a sports medicine doctor, a physical therapist and a massage therapist for my recurring, crippling neck injury. I also had to get two crowns over the course of these months, requiring multiple visits to the dentist. Also, when I look at my diary, I worked SO much. Every day was so busy and stressful and hectic. I didn’t take any time off whatsoever when I was sick ~ only for my trips to Ireland and Virginia.

June 17th-27th: In Dublin. I had a swollen tongue on 24th and 25th, took benadryls. I had a chilled/syncope/collapsy/low BP episode on the 26th, but didn’t go to the hospital.

Last week in June: continued to have swollen tongue.

July 11th: Saw Allergist who diagnosed me with autoimmune urticaria and angioedema and told me to take Zyrtec.

July 15th-26th: Acute bronchitis: short of breath, congestion, body aches, cough, mucous, sinus pressure.

July 22nd-24th: My Father’s visit.

August 6th: To Virgina.

August 9th-10th: Sick with diarrhea.

August 11th: Flew home early.

August 17th-21st: Drove to Boise, ID (with husband and dogs) for work.

October 9th-10th: Work retreat.

October 19th: Flu shot.

November 3rd/4th: Pretty sure I was sick with chills and sweats during this time.

November 17th-20th: Pretty sure I was sick with chills and sweats during this time.

November 22nd: Saw endocrinologist to talk about symptoms.

December 15th: Saw PCP to talk about symptoms and get malaria test.

December 20th-22nd: VERY sick.

December 27th: Was told malaria test was positive, but had two subsequent tests that were negative.

December 30th-January 1st, 2012: VERY sick. My mother’s visit.

January 3rd-10th: No appetite, severe chills, heart races, breathless just from standing up. Sweats every night, can’t eat, weak, lost 5 lbs, feel like I’m going to die.

I stuck out work for four more months before I had to leave my job to try to get better. The rest is history. The Dark Yin is still my dark passenger.