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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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Just an update… not doing well.

Hey everyone,

I’ve taken a turn for the worse. I haven’t really recovered physically from my Big Day Out on the 13th. I’ve only left the house three times in the last week: therapy, acupuncture and the stress test appointment. Eight days without much improvement is unusual for me. That, in turn, has sent my mood into some deep, dark depths. That, in turn, is making my physical symptoms worse. My headache is constant, my back is in very bad pain, I sprained my neck in my sleep and it’s the worst it has been in months, my chest is tight, my concentration and cognitive abilities are shot. I kind of want to (jump, dance, laugh, sing, run) crawl into a hole and come out when they discover a cure for this disease.

I want to go off the birth control pill, but I’m afraid to. I want to take the Lyrica, but I’m afraid to. I want to take the Ambien, but I’m afraid to. I want to take the Chinese herbs, but I’m afraid to. I want to take an anti-depressant, but I’m afraid to. I want to try medicinal marijuana, but I’m afraid to. Yesterday, I wound up taking two quarters of a Norco for the pain, spaced out by about 8 hours and today I feel it ~ a sort of Norco hangover. I know it’s crazy, but my body is that sensitive and I am that sensitive to my body. I feel everything and I don’t want to help my pain, but cause edema or help my mood, but cause chest tightness… or whatever.

More than anything right now, I am mourning the loss of my husband’s old life. He has to do EVERYTHING and I’m not sure how he is holding it together. I am begging to talk about this and cry about this and be counselled about this all the time. He’s like, “What would you like for dinner?” And I say, “My fucking body back. A cure. My pain to go away. My fear to go away. My life to come back.” Only, I am currently unable to say it with a smile. So, I don’t say, “Pain-killers for an appetizer, a winning lotto ticket for the main course and a lobotomy for dessert, please, honey!” Instead, I look at him and start sobbing, “Why would I care about food? I just want to NOT BE SICK ANYMORE, don’t you get it?!”

One of my dearest, oldest friends is coming to see me today as she passes through town. She is vibrant and beautiful and I wish we could catch up without my sadness cloaked around me and my disease stepping on my shoulders. The day before yesterday, summer left. It’s now winter. Just like that. I am grateful for hot water bottles.

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LDN Day 23… Do I keep going with the LDN?

Like I said, I debated for a while about whether I would be honest in this blog about just how bad it gets. I’m trying to chronicle the good times, the hopeful times, the funny times, as well as the bad times. And I’m still kind of holding back on the bad times because I’m towing the line between diary and public entertainment. I don’t want to depress or scare the readers that know me, but I also don’t want to misrepresent what this illness does to me.

Last night, I skipped all of the supplements after lunch. I skipped food, too. I just went to bed and felt crappy until about 11pm and then tried to sleep. I did take the LDN. I did some more research online and there are so many people saying, “Stick with it! The side effects go away, it gets better.”

My night was awful. I woke up with what I thought for a split second was paralysis in my left leg. Once I rolled over and the tingling started, I realised it was just total and complete bloodlessness. Then I woke up again with absolutely no blood in both my hands. It was the oddest feeling; I could not move the fingers at all. I sat up and shook them for minutes and went back to sleep. I woke up twice from the crippling headache that had struck around 6pm the previous night. I woke up at 1:30am shaking and trembling so much that I got up and checked my blood sugar (it was fine) and then decided to take 1mg of melatonin. This is a big deal for me. I have a fear of combining drugs ~ even “benign” ones like melatonin. I think I’ve only taken 1mg once in the past and it was split into two doses and I wasn’t taking LDN at the time. I like to be able to “monitor” what drugs do to me, so drugs taken at night are the worst. Well, the rest of the night was like something out of “Jacob’s Ladder”. I want to do the overnight sleep study just so someone can tell me what is going on with me in the night. Every time I woke, I was in a different place in the bed, using a different pillow, in a different position, head tweaked a different direction, jaw clamped down painfully. Every time I woke, I was either too cold or burning so hot that I would take my temperature, unable to believe I wasn’t dangerously feverish (never above 99.7 degrees). I had night sweats again. I had nightmarish, vivid dreams. In all of them I was sick and drugged. I kept going into lucid dreaming, where I consciously knew I was asleep and wanted to wake up, but couldn’t ~ I was too drugged, too sick. It doesn’t help that I’m reading those Girl With the Dragon Tattoo books, so all my dreaming imagery is pretty gruesome. I’ll probably have to put those books away for a while ~ until my subconscious isn’t such a lunatic. I have spent 4 months meditating and relaxing ~ my conscious self doesn’t feel that tortured ~ so is this the id rearing its ugly head at night? Freud, you there?

This morning, I’m okay. I feel like I’ve been put through the wars and I’m eating Tylenol for breakfast, but I’m okay. I only got about 4 or 5 hours sleep and tonight I think I might try the melatonin again. It’s either that or stop taking the low-dose naltrexone. Or start taking it during the day. I don’t really want to do the daytime LDN. I feel like, if I’m gonna do it, I should do it when I’m meant to do it for the best result. And, if I stop taking it… well, it’s like the one-armed bandits in Vegas: maybe this time will be the winner. Maybe this day will be the day the good kicks in.

I really will get to the laundry today.

Today’s Moment of Gratitude: NATURE: for the colours, smells, sizes, variations, animals, majesty, resilience, inspiration, and freedom… even gratitude for the bugs –the ones inside me. Little fuckers.

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LDN Day 20… feel awful.

I feel really crap this morning. I shouldn’t even write, it’ll just be depressing. I was quite excited going to bed. I had done three sun salutations without hurting my body or pulling a muscle and I was thrilled. I was planning on writing this morning that I had made progress! But, no. I woke up this morning after six hours sleep in the process of throwing my neck out. I woke up in one of those full-body tenses: fist and jaw clenched, arms and legs straight and hard and then my neck stretched itself in some weird sideways motion and, when I heard the snap, I was fully awake. I iced it for a half hour without even getting out of bed and now I am using my TENS unit. I’m allergic to NSAIDS and I can’t have opiates, so it’s tylenol and ice for me. Nightmare. I even took an epsom salt bath last night and tried to follow all the sleep rules. It was another terrible night and, this morning, my eyes are extremely swollen. My husband even suggested I have had a reaction to turmeric.

Who knows. I’m so over this. If I had a job, it would be difficult to show up this morning. I can’t turn my neck, I look like I’m having some puffy allergic reaction and I’m so tired, my eyesight is blurry. Really blurry. I have my first acupuncture treatment today. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’ll let you know later on.

I’m grateful for mod-cons: bathtubs and kettles and hoovers, beds and electricity and running water… Especially the last one. I’m grateful for clean drinking water, flushing toilets, and hot showers.