When “gross” takes on a whole new meaning

October 29, 2012

***Warning to those who know me in real life and to those who are grossed out easily: read this at your own risk!***

I did the saliva ASI test earlier this year.  Basically, you spit saliva into tubes and it gets tested for various things.  When I told people about this, they thought it was gross.  Really?  I guess my definition of “gross” has really been altered by all this health crap (so to speak.)

Last weekend a friend mentioned that her kid has a lot of wax in his ears and she’s always having to clean it out (he’s still a toddler.)  I commiserated, as someone with the same problem.  When I started to mention an example, she thought it was gross.  It turns out her kid’s earwax problem isn’t nearly as bad as mine, and apparently mine crosses the line into “gross” territory.  It’s not like I love cleaning the earwax off of my mp3 earbuds, but it’s just what I have to do.  It’s nothing, really.

Thanks to joint stiffness and limited range of movement, it is now hard to literally wipe my own ass.  Some days are worse than others.  Combine that with severe IBS (which is thankfully in remission!) and you can imagine the mess.  Yes, there have been times when I accidentally got some of my own shit on a finger or something.  I won’t pretend like I was thrilled with it, but what can you do?  I just used extra soap when washing my hands and moved on.  There was no point in dwelling on it.

As a child, I got frequent nosebleeds.  This is common in my family.  There were several times I woke up during the night to find a bloody nose and a bloody pillowcase.  At 3am I’d be washing out the blood.  So what?

Thanks to what I now know is PCOS, I never had a regular period.  I’d bleed for 3 weeks straight, then nothing for a week, then it would come back for 4 days, then nothing for several months, then 2 more weeks of bleeding, etc.  Since it wasn’t predictable, my period obviously caused some messes.  Again, more washing of blood, this time washing it out of my underwear.  Again, I just didn’t care.

Three times now I have crapped on a guy during sex.  The first time it was a small amount and I assumed I was sick or something.  The second time, years later and with a different guy, was not so small and was incredibly embarrassing.  He handled it fairly well.  I told my gastro about it and it helped her figure out one of my problems.  She had me take a supplement which made me feel much better overall.  Unfortunately, after that I kept getting nervous that it would happen again.  It’s hard to have an orgasm when you’re constantly worried about shitting yourself.  I eventually got over it and moved on.  Then, years later with a different guy, it happened again.  He couldn’t have been better about the whole thing.  Of course, I got nervous again about another recurrence, but it hasn’t happened since.  Then again, I also haven’t had much sex since (due to a lack of partners, not because I’m nervous about this.)  I don’t know, maybe it will some day.  I sure hope not!

These are just a few examples.  I can think of others, and I’m sure you have plenty of your own.  Feel free to share in the comments below.  Sometimes chronic illnesses are gross.  I’ve seen and heard about much worse than anything I’ve written here.

So spitting saliva into a tube?  Really not gross at all.

In case you’re wondering about the picture of the ducks, I figure that was a lot better than any picture that would have directly related to what I’m talking about today.  I’m guessing you don’t disagree.


How helping out helps me

October 17, 2012

Doing too much is a bad idea and brings on more fatigue, but doing too little is also a bad idea and brings on more lethargy.  It’s hard to strike a balance.  I’ve also noticed that I feel better on the days that I interact with people I like for at least an hour or two (but preferably longer.)  A trip to CVS where I chat with the pharmacist for a few minutes usually doesn’t help much, but lunch with a friend can brighten my whole day.  Staying at home makes me feel lousier than usual.  (Yes, I am going to use “lousier” as a word.  Do you have a problem with that?)

In an effort to get out of the house more, I’ve done some unofficial volunteering lately.  A friend works for a nonprofit whose mission I believe in.  I know many of the staff there and I love hanging out with them.  A few times now I’ve gone to their office in the late morning (since early-mid mornings are tough for me), worked for an hour or so, enjoyed a nice lunch with some of the staff, worked a couple more hours, then headed home.  And of course, some of that “work” time involved chatting with friends there, too.  I always feel good (tired, but still good) on those days, but today was even better than usual.

Interacting with people is one of the reasons why I feel good on the days I help out.  Another reason is that I feel useful.  One thing about not working and not being able to do much else is that I don’t feel like I’m doing anything to help other people most days.  This is hard for me.  I have always worked in nonprofits because I enjoy doing something productive to help other people.  In my spare time, I used to help out some more.  Now, spending my days researching treatments for myself, doing my exercises, and measuring medications might be helping me physically, but it’s really not helping me emotionally.  There’s also the mental issue – when I sit at home, I don’t get to use my brain too much.  Sure, I read, but that doesn’t usually involve stretching my intellect.  The volunteer work isn’t usually the most challenging work I’ve ever done, but at least it’s different from what I’m doing every other day, and that’s enough to help.

So what made today so much better?  Well, in addition to helping out with several office tasks, I also helped my friend create a new budget.  For many reasons, his financial situation is changing for the better, but he also needs to be saving for some new, previously unexpected areas of his life (wedding, house, etc.) so we worked on the numbers.  I love numbers.  Math is great because 2 + 2 = 4 EVERY FUCKING TIME!!!  How great is that!?!  I can always count on getting the same answer.  I wish my health (or anything else in life) was that consistent!  Anyway, that’s beside the point.  The point is, I love this stuff, so I was able to use my skills and knowledge to help someone directly.  We spent a while working on this.  We looked at his paychecks, his retirement plan options, his obligations, and considered it from all angles.  I created a spreadsheet with formulas that will automatically update when he changes anything (yes, I’m a spreadsheet geek and proud of it!)  I added a chart that automatically changes, so he can visually see his savings increase over time.  We came up with a plan for him to save significant amounts towards retirement and reviewed the tax implications of the different types of plans.  By the end, he had a useful, beautiful spreadsheet and a greater understanding of his present and of his future.

In return, I felt, for the first time in a while, a great sense of accomplishment.  I did something today.  This won’t help my long term plans or settle my nerves about the future, but today, right now, it makes me feel really good.  Life has been difficult and stressful, but today it felt a little bit easier.  Helping someone else really helped me.  It was a distraction, but also a reminder that I’m not useless (despite what society and government says), that I can do something to benefit others.  I can’t do it every day, but I’ll definitely do it as much as I can from now on.


Thinking and talking about death

October 16, 2012

Wego Health is having a Tough Stuff Month, and they were kind enough to let me write a guest post.  If you’re curious about my musings on death, please visit my post on their site.  And if you’re not familiar with Wego Health already, please check them out.  They do really great work.  Also, as part of Tough Stuff Month, they’re having a Catharsis Carnival where you can write anonymously about a topic that is usually not talked about.  This is a great opportunity to share your thoughts or to just get something off your chest.


Why medical records stress me out

October 4, 2012

How many of your own medical records do you have?  Really think about that.  These are pieces of paper (or maybe electronic files, if you’re lucky) that delve into various aspects of your health from the day you were born.  They are from every practitioner you’ve ever seen.  How many do you really have?  And how do you find any particular piece of information within them?

It bothers me sometimes that I have so few of my medical records.  Of course, I don’t know how to quantify this, but I know I’m missing a lot.  There are the many doctors I only saw once or twice.  There are a few doctors who I saw a bit more.  And I no longer remember who any of them are!  There’s just no way to get those records now.

Then, for each practitioner, there’s the matter of getting my hands on every record from the time I started seeing them.  For the practitioners I am still seeing, this means constantly asking for new copies of records once or twice a year.  For many people, this costs money. I can get some of my records for free, but I pay for others.  Frustratingly, I can arrange for specialists to send copies to my PCP for free, but I have to pay to get copies for myself.  Why is this?  I think it’s wonderful that the law (at least in Massachusetts) requires that PCPs receive all medical records at no charge.  This is important to maintaining patients’ health.  At the same time, though, I think that patients need to be responsible for their own care, and that those who want to be responsible for their own care should have free access to their own records.  There should not be any roadblocks to this.

Asking for medical records is frustrating, but I am completely mystified that I can not get copies of any lab work without going through my doctor’s office.  I get some testing done through the doctor’s office’s lab, but some of it is done through an independent lab.  I called that independent lab to ask for a copy of my test results recently, and they said that they were not allowed by law to give me those results.  This was my blood that they tested.  This is my health they checked.  But I can’t know the results?  Really?  I understand that they don’t want uneducated people to panic when they get abnormal results, but what about those of us who are educated about our conditions and who want to take charge of our own healthcare?  I should not have to wait an extra week to get my doctor on the phone, or maybe even have to go into the office and pay an extra copay (if I’m lucky enough to have insurance, which I don’t have the moment) just to find out that my TSH levels have changed.  That’s absurd.

And having copies of my medical records isn’t handy for just my own use and knowledge.  Every time I see a new doctor, it helps to bring my own records instead of waiting weeks or months to have another practitioner send them over.  With the insurance appeal, SSDI application, and Medicaid application, having my own records speeds up the process by weeks or more.  Not having the records slows down these already-painful processes.

Of course, let’s assume you actually have all of your medical records.  What do you do with them?  I stopped counting a long time ago, but I know that I have many hundreds of pages of records.  It could easily be over one thousand pages.  Yes, 1000 pieces of paper containing both important and unimportant information.  (The picture above shows some, but not all, of my records.)  While almost all of my records exist in computers at doctors’ offices, I am not able to receive electronic files.  At one point I considered going through my records and entering all of the information into a searchable spreadsheet, but it was just too overwhelming.  Then I figured I would do the same thing for only my current records, but I couldn’t figure out how to set it up in a way that would actually be useful.  Analysis paralysis.  Shoot.

This stresses me out!  I know that there are important tidbits in those pages.  I know that it would help to have access to every record of mine that exists, and to have it in some useful format.  I just don’t know how to make that happen.

When I was first diagnosed with an autoimmune condition it was a real shock to me.  I had been having symptoms for 11 years at that point, and this seemed to come out of nowhere.  My ANA levels were incredibly high.  At the first appointment, I gave my new doctor a copy of my old medical records.  I can’t imagine how long it took him, but he went through those records and found two previous ANA tests that were high.  I wonder if there were others that he didn’t find in that mess of papers.  The two previous tests weren’t high enough to diagnose me, but they should have been flagged and watched.  Someone should have been continuing to test those levels.  My PCP back then was less than useless, and he never coordinated my care.  No one told me about the tests.  Back then, I didn’t read my own test results, and since no one had mentioned autoimmune conditions to me, I didn’t know what to watch for anyway.  Now imagine if this had been different.  What if some of my other doctors could have easily done a search in an electronic file and seen those high scores?  Or what if I could have done it myself?  I could have been diagnosed years sooner.

There have been a few other times that I have read parts of my medical records for one reason or another, and found surprising notes.  I learned that a doctor thought I was overly emotional, and that was the reason behind my pain.  I learned that something was found during surgery which the doctor never mentioned (and I have witnesses that he didn’t!)  I discovered suspicions that doctors had about my conditions, but which were never tested (and some of them turned out to be right!)

What’s done is done, so I am not dwelling on that.  What I am dwelling on is the fear that it could happen again.  I have dozens of blood tests run every year, plus other tests.  What if I am missing something?  I won’t rely on the doctors anymore.  I need to keep track of it all myself.

What do you do?  How do you keep track of your records?  Do you have copies of everything?  Do you create electronic files? How do you organize it all?  I would love to get ideas from everyone!