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LDN Day 22…God is music.

I knew I should have posted something last night while I was feeling good… Yes, I dared to say good. I was dizzy and my neck hurt and my nose and eyes were driving me nuts blah blah blah, but, there was this moment at the dog park where I caught myself almost skipping, looking at the sunlight and glimpses of blue sky coming through the trees, humming along to music on my headphones, and SMILING. I felt normal. I felt joy. I felt hope. I thought, for the thousandth time, Maybe things have shifted. Maybe this is the beginning of the end of my affliction. Maybe I’ll be able to get up tomorrow and write, “I’m getting better, I slept well, I have hope for a future and career. Hooray for LDN and supplements and…life!”

Well, I’m not feeling so great this morning, of course. I actually had night sweats last night for the first time in weeks. After 10 hours in bed, my Zeo tells me I got exactly 6 hours sleep. I woke up with a bad headache, my muscles hurt, I’m really grumpy and I am the farthest thing from refreshed, but I have this leftover glow from yesterday. It’s like waking up with a really bad hangover, but knowing that you spent the night drinking with a wonderful guy and can’t wait to do it again.

I pray that this upward trajectory continues. I have to stop therapy because of money concerns and my insurance on massage therapy has run out. The low-dose naltrexone is $60/month (not covered by insurance, of course) and I want to be able to afford it for a while longer. I still haven’t finished the laundry I vowed to complete days ago ~ that will happen today ~ but I tidied the house and made oat bars yesterday (details on my next diet post), so those small things make me feel accomplished.

My husband went to a wedding yesterday without me. It wound up being a huge reunion of his late father’s family. I would have loved to have gone and met everyone. I feel like a ghost, like a figment of his imagination. I spent so many years pouring myself into work and now, when I have the time to pour myself into friends and family, I’m physically unable to participate. Cruel joke. Dear Friends and Family: I am participating from afar. I look at every picture, I read every email, I look at all Facebook posts, I cherish every piece of mail. If I don’t reply enough or call enough or show up enough, please know that YOU are the most important thing to me. You all keep me going, keep me hopeful, keep me grateful and compassionate, and allow me to meditate on what is truly important.

Finally, I am grateful for music. This year, whenever I have found myself lost in some good feeling, inevitably, I have my headphones on…

As the great Kurt Vonnegut said:

If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph:
The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.

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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.

 

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LDN Day 17… CFS / ME is still in charge.

Ugh. I have zero energy. Every night these last few days with my Dad visiting, I have turned into a brain-dead, drooling zombie around 8 or 9pm… To the point that I can’t carry on a conversation, I can’t focus. Brain fog is a perfect description. I take so much longer to form my thoughts that people try to finish my sentences for me. And I am too tired to try… My sister asks, “what’s the plan for tomorrow?” and I literally have difficulty understanding her question, let alone coming up with a plan. I hit a wall of fog.

My sleep streak ended. Either 6 or 7 hours the last four nights, which isn’t necessarily that bad except the nights are so difficult with pain, sweats, chills, cramps — and I WILL NOT GET BETTER without 8+ hours/ night. See the Zeo graph below — constantly awake. Between 10pm and 2am, I dipped into sleep six times for no longer than ten minutes each time.

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Yesterday, I was very dizzy in the morning. The night before, I had been a bit scared, thinking I really overdid it, regardless of my careful intentions. I was in bed, chilled to the bone, so so so cold. And felt like I had the flu, of course. The next morning, like I said, I was dizzy for hours, but felt better after a walk with my Dad.

Today, I am immobile. I pulled a muscle in my back yesterday picking up a pot of water (god forbid I try to clean the kitchen!) and that, coupled with the hangover from socialising, has left me practically bed-bound. I woke up with a wicked headache, extreme pain from the top of my left skull, down the left side of my neck, down the pulled muscle on the left side of my back and into my hip. My throat has been sore all day, eyes puffy, runny nose. Ugh. I feel awful. I visited calmly with my family for two days and I’m paying for it. Barely have the energy to type. Definitely don’t want to call anyone. It probably won’t be much better tomorrow. I need unlimited massages for free… I need unlimited funds for weekly massages. For all of you out there dealing with muscle hell, massage therapy is a godsend. It doesn’t make it worse — I know it feels like someone pressing on your back would make you shriek, but, the next day, things are so much better.

This is an evil disease with no answers, no experts, constant pain, limited mobility, constant searching, limited hope.

Almost forgot again: I am grateful for my dogs that always get a smile out of me and, no matter how bad my day is, they make it better.

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LDN Day 14… What if I never get better?

Sometimes I don’t think I’ll ever get better. If I believed that 100%, I don’t think I could keep going, but sometimes — maybe 3 or 4 times each week — I am hit by the thought that this illness might actually never go away. It hits me like a freight train. What if I can never do the things I want to do again? And my desires are pretty simple. I want to be able to sit and have dinner with my father, husband, sister and her boyfriend and not feel sick. I want to be able to engage in a conversation with my family (or to laugh — imagine!) for longer than an hour without feeling like death. I want my body to not get so chilled to the bone that I can barely form sentences — when everyone else is in tshirts. I want to be able to hug people and sit near people without being afraid that they are going to get me sick(er). Is that too much to ask? Is it too much to hope that I will one day be well enough to engage in those simple pleasures? It’s not like I want to climb mountains or deep sea dive or walk the Wall of China. I just want to be able to enjoy time with those I love.

Today I took it easy all day, stored my energy up so I could visit with my Dad this evening. I sat in the sun, letting it bake me, hoping it could scorch my very bones, heat my body up enough to keep my core smoldering into the evening… I meditated, felt pretty good…. Within half an hour of visiting with my family, the chill came on, then the headache, sore throat, nose started running, chest got tight… My nightly flu. I think I lasted two hours and then abruptly left. Thank god for my husband, I wouldn’t have been able to drive. I took a hot Epsom salt bath and I feel better, more stable, but I have to go straight to bed now. And I’m sad. It makes me so sad. All the people in my immediate family — Mother, Father, Brothers, Sister — are healthy. There may be things I don’t know, but, nothing major. My Dad is going to be 70 next month — he looks great. My Mom is going to be 68 in a few months — she is more physically active than I am. I had recurrent pneumonias as an infant and asthma as a toddler and an undiagnosed thyroid problem as an adult. Is that what set me up for this nonsense? Or is it my Type A, perfectionist, workaholic, control-freak personality, coupled with a high-stress, long-houred job, coupled with the fact that I never exercised, didn’t eat too well and never slept?

Genetic predisposition + unfortunate lifestyle + poor career choice + a brain that never shuts off = Myalgic Encephalomyelitis. Lucky me.

It’s been two weeks — why isn’t the low-dose naltrexone my miracle drug?

Almost forgot: Gratitude.
I am grateful for my amazing, brilliant, witty, intelligent, savvy, caring, supportive FAMILY. Lucky me (no sarcasm this time).

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LDN Day 11… Thoughts on long-term illness.

Well, the Miralax didn’t work (called Movicol, I believe, in Ireland and the UK), so I took it again this morning. I’m pretty sure the constipation has nothing to do with the low-dose naltrexone. I think it’s from the radical change in my diet and all the supplement pills.

The good news is that yesterday was okay even after the activity of the day before. There were two bad spells: in the afternoon I was feeling very low, very lonely, very sorry for myself. Being home alone is very isolating when you feel like you can’t physically accomplish all the things you wished you could not work in order to do. Did that sentence make sense? I spent years wishing for an extended period of time off of work! I would do yoga and paint our rooms and read 100 books I’ve been meaning to read. I would have movie marathons all day, I would meet friends for lunch, learn to cook, learn Spanish, hike in the beautiful mountains with the dogs… I had to leave my job in May due to this evil illness and I haven’t done any of those things. I haven’t turned on the tv once during the day. I tried gentle yoga a few times before I realised the degree of my muscle atrophy and managed to injure myself repeatedly. I have met people for lunch a few times, but have always been laid up the next day, useless. I’m not sure where the days go, honestly. I used to work an average of 50 hours a week: during the slow months, 45 hours/week, during the busy months, I’ve worked 70+. Now, I am on the computer in the morning for a bit, I do laundry, I tidy up, I meditate, I try to get to the dog park and then it’s the evening. I don’t even talk to anyone on the phone because I don’t really want to talk about me and I don’t want them to ask. Yeah, yeah, same old, same old, how are YOU? The problem is, I don’t want them not to ask, either, because then I feel like I’ve been left to die. I know that’s morbid. It’s just interesting what I’m learning about myself through all of this.

The best I’ve felt in the past nine months was when my best friend came to visit from Ireland. She was a distraction and a counselor. She was full of energy and positivity. We talked about my situation, but so many other things, too. I guess I feel better when I’m not left alone with this spectre and I’m able to talk about different tactics going forward ~ in an analytical way, almost, as if it is obvious I am going to conquer this, I just have to find the right weapon. I expend a lot of energy trying not to lose hope and not be depressed and, yes, not be suicidal, so it’s nice to know that there are friends and family who understand, are sympathetic, but know that things will get better. Or pretend to. The first time I met the Good Doctor, she said, “Let me hold on to hope for you for a while. I know you will get better, so, if you lose all hope, just know that I am holding onto it for you.”

Anyway, yesterday there were two bad spells: the low, lonely moment in the afternoon and the flu in the evening. For about two hours, I was convinced once again that I was catching a cold: sore throat, headache, muscle aches, ear and nose issues. But nothing has changed this morning. I was in bed from 10pm to 10am, up repeatedly, crazy dreams, waking with my hands gripping the sheets in fists, jaw clamped down painfully… BUT, I managed to get 8 hours sleep during those 12 hours. That’s fantastic, I just have to learn to do that in less time.