Showing posts with label postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Show all posts
Showing posts with label postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Show all posts

Thursday, 9 August 2018

Misunderstood




One of the things that has always wound me up since becoming chronically
sick due to a myriad of medical conditions is the complete lack of
understanding from about the conditions or the way they can make
me feel. Despite Fatigue being a symptom of PoTs (postural orthostatic
tachycardia syndrome) and EDS ( Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) medical
professionals seem really surprised when you tell them you are knackered
100% of the time, no matter how well you slept. If the people who are
supposed to get it, you know the experts fail to comprehend that you
are dealing with levels of exhaustion they can only imagine, then what
help is there for the non medical people in your life?


A few years ago I really lost my shit with someone who should have known
better, they asked me how I was and I said I was really tired. Without
thinking they said “yeah I am really tired too”.
“ No I mean I am really f**king tired, like I feel like I am walking around
in a dream” I snapped.
“Yeah I get that when I don’t sleep well” They replied
I am not ashamed to admit that I really lost my temper as at this point
I was in a cycle where I didn't have more than 2 hours sleep a night for
three nights and on the 4th I was sleeping 12-16 hours but waking up
still feeling drained. I was hallucinating on the third day due to the level
of tiredness I was experiencing. I had discussed this frequently with the
person in question, they were not unaware of the difficulties I was
experiencing on the sleep front. Yet even with all the information in front
of them they couldn’t connect up the dots that going without sleep for
nights on end didn’t just leave me tired, they left me barely functioning.
It left me feeling as though a) this person had never actually listened
to me when I was talking to them or b) that they didn't believe me when
I said how little sleep I was getting or c) they actually didn’t give a shit,
I was always moaning I was tired. Any one of those scenarios is not one
that leaves you feeling good about yourself.

After losing it with them and having to educate them in the difference
between my tired - it doesn’t matter how much I sleep I am always
feeling fatigued / wiped out and their tired, if they have a decent night's
sleep they feel refreshed, they never tried to claim that they felt tired in
the same way I did again. Now don’t misinterpret me, I am not saying my
tired is special or I am the only one in the world who feels like this. Ask
most people with a chronic health condition / illness / disease and they
will tell you the same, that sleep no longer leaves them feeling refreshed.
Yet so many people in the medical profession will deny fatigue is caused
by a person’s current illness / condition and will offer another label such
as chronic fatigue syndrome - that’s a rant for another day!

I’ve noticed now the CSF leak is back how very few people actually
understand it, I am talking close personal friends who witnessed
what I went through in 2016. So I am struggling to understand why
they don’t remember that I have to lie down when the pain strikes etc.
It is deeplyfrustrating but maybe I am expecting too much of them?
Am I falling into the trap of believing that I am so important that
they should remember this?
I am also shocked by the number of people who have said things like

“ Oh that’s such a shame after you’d healed as well”.

Whilst I have said I have self healed I have also been careful to state
it was to an extent, it had never gone away completely.
I was able to spend many more hours upright
but by the end of the day I was getting positional headaches that would
only be relieved by lying down. I would also get photophobic at the end of
the day, bright lights from screens including the TV would feel like they
were burning a hole in the backs of my eyes. So whilst I was aware things
had vastly improved for me, I was also aware that I was still leaking just
at a much more slow rate.

I’ve also been really clear to those around me that it was highly likely that
the symptoms of a full-blown leak would come back. The leak was probably
caused by me having EDS,  as I have a weakness in the dura due
to having a lumbar puncture in 2009 ( the protective
covering around the spinal cord and brain) there would always be
a weakness.


So it’s frustrating when people question that the leak has returned - like
the gp did last week. There is no mistaking a leak headache once you’ve
had it. It is a pain like no other, it’s the only head pain that makes me
clutch my head. I also get stupid comments from people like
“oh when I get a bad headache I soldier on because
I have to. Not everyone can
just go to bed because their head hurts”.

That’s when you know that person isn’t experiencing a CSF Leak headache
because I will be blunt there isno fucking choice with a leak headache.
You know when you see medical dramas and people collapse to
the floor in pain, thats what a leak headache
is like. It hits you like you been attacked on the back of a head with a shovel.
It makes you drop to your knees, if I could cry with the pain I would but when
it strikes I am unable to do anything because it literally takes my breath away.

Somedays I am lucky and I can manage a few hours upright before I have
to lie down. Other days I am upright for minutes and then I have to lie down.
It is not a lifestyle choice it is the only way I can survive. It’s still not currently
as bad as it was in 2016 and I am determined not to let it get that bad. Before
I would push through until I was at the point of collapse. Now once the
head pain starts I lie down, yes it’s frustrating but I’d rather lie down
immediately than keep pushing to the point where I am bed bound
for days on end.

The only thing that works for a lot of people with a leak
is lying flat however there are those who have leaked for so long that lying
flat no longer reduces the pain that they are in. Painkillers just don’t work
on this headache, nothing I have ever taken has ever stopped the
headache and that is the same for almost everyone with a leak. You get
relief when lying flat when you have a leak because the fluid is no longer
fighting gravity to be circulated around your spinal column and brain.
By lying flat you increase the level of fluid surrounding the brain, which
is what provides the pain relief.  Somedays within 30 minutes of lying
flat the pain is gone other days it can take several hours and I am still
left with a headache. However once upright again the headache will
return.

Obviously life spent flat on your back is not very fulfilling, its
reduced the amount of sewing I can do as not only does the leak cause
me pain this time it is affecting my vision. Its giving me quite a bit of
double vision / blurred vision. I am having to use a magnifying glass
and my reading glasses to be able to thread needles ( that is whilst
using a needle threader both on my machine and when I hand sew).
It makes things so much slower but I have to keep my hand in because
without sewing I would be lost completely.


I have managed to make  a few bits, quite a bit was completed before
the leak started and some of it has been completed in snatched moments
when the levels of head pain are low / manageable. I have been able to
finish items by hand whilst lying down so that’s a bonus. So here are
some photos of what I have been making lately


I’ve been making a lot of baby bibs, some have been gifts and others
have been paid to make.






Cushion cover made before the leak started -





Travis bag for my Instagram Friend





I also made some voodoo dolls for a bit of a laugh, I never thought
in a million years that people would want them but my (twisted) friends
have gone crazy for them. Thankfully they all know how poorly I am
at the moment and don’t expect me to rush to get things done. One of
these is making its way to the USA as we speak. It’s my very first item
that has gone to the USA.






So I still managing to do some sewing, it’s not as much as I would
like but it’s enough to keep me sane at the moment.




Thursday, 19 October 2017

The Dentist

It’s 13.20pm on Tuesday 17th October and I am here stressing to high heaven because at 14.15pm I will be in the dentist’s chair. Like every single person I know with EDS, I hate the dentist. I am only going today so that I don’t get kicked off the list and end up without a dentist. The last time I was there it was a nightmare, which you can read about here in my post Blind Panic  . I am still really angry that he didn’t listen when I told him local anesthetic wears off on me very quickly. He obviously thought he knew better. I ended up chickening out of the hygienists appointment because I was having panic attacks a week before it was due. So today could be very interesting.


A few months ago one of my back teeth disintegrated when I was eating some chocolate. I wouldn’t have minded but I was nibbling at it with my front teeth when the back molar (upper right 7 I found out this afternoon) decided to just fall apart. I know the dentist will want to fuck about with this tooth, be it a crown etc but he will be told by me that I want it pulled if he wants to play with it. I don’t do root canals or anything other than a straightforward filling with my teeth. The reason behind this is I have a shockingly low pain threshold when it comes to my mouth. Anywhere else on the body I am an absolute trooper but I never get adequate pain relief when they are messing about with my teeth. At 43 I believe I am entitled to call the shots when it comes to my teeth.

I know some of the low pain threshold with my teeth is caused by the abject terror and stress a visit to the dentist causes me. Me and Dentists have never got on, probably because for a lot of my life EDS hadn’t been diagnosed, it didn’t seem to matter to the dentists treating me if there were tears rolling down my face and I was screaming whilst they were carrying out treatment. I was to be ignored because I’d had anesthetic, so I couldn’t possibly be feeling anything. The problem was I felt everything. Now the association is set in my  mind that whatever the dentist does will mean pain to me. My last dentist was brilliant, very patient and understood EDS. She had got me to the point of not being absolutely terrified, which was quite a step forward. Unfortunately she has left the NHS and now practices privately. I am hoping today that I will be able to find out where as I need to build my confidence back up and hopefully get her to have a word with the guy that is my dentist now. I am hopeful that due to me almost ripping the drill out of his hand last time that it was enough of a frightening experience for him as it was for me that he takes me seriously. But it’s been a long time since I went…………..deliberately.

There has been a lot going on here, decorating, a trip planned and me being much more unwell than usual. I had a very bad flare up of Hidradenitis suppurativa which then had an impact on my hemifacial spasms (**sarcasm) no really it affected my MG like symptoms really badly, (I have been exhausted, very weak muscles and ptosis coming on within 2-3 hours of taking mestinon). I have been on mega doses of antibiotics trying to avoid any surgical intervention as this is the worst flare up I have ever had. I am still not out of the woods as the antibiotics are due to finish shortly and the abscesses although have reduced in size are still there. If I could get out of going to the dentist today (not due to fear) I would have as I am utterly exhausted again today.

I am going to have to go and sort myself out ready to leave. The time is rapidly approaching for my appointment. I will let you know how I got on when I get back.

* * *

The good news is I am still alive the bad news is I need a filling on the tooth that disintegrated. It was quite amusing as the dentist didn’t remember me, so I gave him a brief overview of our last appointment. Which he laughed and then checked the notes, saying  “oh my goodness yes, I don’t remember it but it’s all here!” . I explained to him again that I am an absolute wuss when it comes to dental work. I told him that I believed a lot of it was psychological due to years of painful dental treatment when I haven’t been believed when I have told the dentist I can feel whats going on. That I now have a deep anxiety about the dentist and that I had chickened out of going to the hygienist in March because I had started having nightmares two weeks before the appointment.


I still don’t think he 100%  appreciates how very difficult it is for me to attend appointments just due to the fear but he was so gentle today, a completely different bloke than last time. Not that he was rough last time but he had a different attitude. Half way through the appointment he said “You can’t have adrenaline in your injections can you?” to which I nodded as his fingers were in my mouth. He said “ I remember you now, you faint if you have the adrenaline” again a gurgle and a nod for a reply from me. Obviously there aren’t too many of us that actively request no adrenaline.

I have to go back the second week of November for my filling, which is fine by me. It gives me a chance to chill out a bit after this appointment. I am utterly drained of energy now. I was better this time on the lead up to the appointment probably because there is currently so much else going on, I couldn’t sit and focus on it. Of course in three weeks I will have to go through all the stress again knowing I am going to have to have a filling but that’s life.

On the way home Jay said “I just don’t get why you have such a low pain threshold at the dentist and why you get so anxious, you’ve had lumbar punctures and all sorts of horrid procedures done without adequate pain relief” I agreed but as I have said I think it is a lifetime of painful dental treatment that has left me like this. He knows how hard it is for me to go and was telling me how brave he thinks I am for going. If I could get away with not going I would but I can’t having had dental abscesses before I need to be on a NHS dentists list.

Being a grown up really sucks sometimes.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

20 Things about me

As it is the Easter holidays and here in the UK the weather is glorious for a change, I thought I would just do a short blog post today. So here it is




1.I am 43 years old but I am staying 40 until my 50th, if anyone asks!

2.I am married to Jay and have been for nearly 17 years. We have been together over 20 years






3. I own three Weimaraners
Mollie

Willow



Frankie


4. Jay and I got married in Sri Lanka. Its our dream to go back one day.




5. I have Ehlers Danlos Syndrome hypermobility type






6. I also suffer from PoTs - postural orthostatic tachycardia syndrome / severe autonomic nervous system disorder


7. I have a degree in History.


8. I collect Emma Bridgewater Pottery and have also managed to get my husband into collecting it too.







9. On the 29th March this year as I accompanied hubby in the car on his way to walk the dogs, we came across a man playing the bagpipes in the carpark



10. I have been vegetarian all my life but this year have become what’s known as whole food plant based, which is essentially a vegan diet that is very low in oils / fats and no processed foods.


Tofu "chickenless" fingers



11. I love posting photo’s on Instagram and I also love seeing others photos. You can find me @racheljillmorrismcgee





12. Emma Bridgewater’s social media team have contacted me twice now for permission to use my photo’s in their social media campaigns








13. I am very lucky that I have a great group of friends that keep me going when things get tough. I know many people who have chronic health conditions that don’t have the support network I have so I am truly grateful for this.


14. I am currently teaching myself to draw after a break of nearly 30 years. It’s hard going as I struggle to grip a pencil for more than a few minutes at a time. So a twenty minute lesson can take me days to complete. I am really enjoying it though





15. I have been blogging since 2008 but didn’t  blog regularly until a couple of years ago. I have written more than 300 posts.


16. Despite being a blogger and talking about all aspects of my life I am quite a private person.


17. Hubby and I used to breed Weimaraners, Mollie has had two litters of pups with nine puppies in each





18. I love listening to the radio but I don’t listen to music channels. I love Radio 4, Radio 4 Extra and The World Service. On a Sunday night I will also listen to Radio 3 if they have a play on. The radio became a massive part of my life when I first became ill as I would spend hours in bed resting as I was so exhausted all the time. Radio was one of the few things I could do.





19. As I am a massive radio listener I am also a big fan of the Radio 4 soap The Archers about a rural community in the made up village of Ambridge.




20.  My favourite place on the planet, other than my home is Woodbury Common.


Woodbury Common