Easy things that aren’t so easy

April 24, 2015

When you have chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and other chronic symptoms, there are some everyday movements and actions that most people assume are easy, but which really aren’t. They’re painful, draining, and sometimes impossible.

I was reminded of this yesterday when my mom called. I told her I was in recovery mode from the activities of the day before. She knew I was resting, but she didn’t seem to understand that just talking on the phone was exhausting. I was supposed to be resting, so I shouldn’t have been talking on the phone, but she thought of it as a low-energy activity. In fairness to my mom, I should have been more clear about my limitations; that’s my responsibility and no one else’s. But it did make me think about how differently we perceive things.

So here are just a few things that others think are easy but which aren’t for me. And of course, it varies from day to day. Some days sitting up is no problem. Others it’s impossible.

  • Sitting up.
  • Cooking.
  • Walking down the street.
  • Walking around my apartment.
  • Keeping my eyes open.
  • Standing up.
  • Breathing.
  • Reading.
  • Eating.
  • Sitting down without letting my body just drop to the sofa/chair/toilet.
  • Talking.
  • Singing.
  • Concentrating on anything.
  • Drinking water.
  • Showering.
  • Watching a movie and following the plot.
  • Typing.
  • Thinking.
  • Moving my hands.
  • Keeping my hands still.

What can you add to this list? Please share your ideas in the comments. Then share this with your family and friends to help raise some awareness.


What doctors learn from us

April 19, 2015

Most of my doctors work at one of Boston’s teaching hospitals, so I sometimes have a student or intern in the room during my appointments. This past year, there was a fellow, Dr. N, working with the doctor who I see for my sleep problems. The fellow has been really great, and I’m sad that he’s leaving in June when the fellowship ends. Before he leaves for an exciting new position, I wanted to tell him how great he’s been. But he beat me to it!

At my last appointment, I pointed out that I probably wouldn’t see him again, and he looked sad and reached out to shake my hand. Then he said, “I’ve learned a lot from you.” I was completely shocked. He was being very sincere. I could tell that he really meant it, that he had learned a lot from me. I was truly touched.

I hadn’t thought much about him learning from me. I had been thinking about all I wanted to say to him about what a great doctor he is. I still told him, and I gave him specific examples. I asked that he try not to lose his enthusiasm and caring over time.* He blushed deeply and said he wouldn’t. I hope what I said sticks with him. What he said sure sticks with me. But in that moment, as I was thinking about what I wanted to say to him, I was caught off guard and didn’t know how to respond to his statement. Now I’ve had some time to consider it.

I try hard to convince doctors to be open-minded and understanding, but I forgot what an impression I might make on doctors who are completely new to the field. With Dr. N, it wasn’t just about open-mindedness and understanding. That was part of it, but I think I showed him what a chronic illness patient really looks like. I’m guessing he hadn’t seen many yet, and probably few like me who are so proactive no-nonsense. He saw my resilience and determination. He also saw my fear and anxiety. He heard me say I was willing to try anything, but push hard to prioritize non-pharmaceutical options. He saw me work incredibly hard and try many options, even the ones I clearly disliked or feared. He received many emails from me as I tried to improve my health, emails that were always short, to the point, and respectful. He saw me struggling to stay awake in appointments while trying to joke and keep the atmosphere friendly. He heard me state my symptoms methodically, without complaining about them. He heard me emphasize the disabling aspect of my symptoms in an effort to be taken seriously, even when no one expressed doubt, and I’d like to think he understood why I felt the need to do that. In a short time, he saw and heard so much.

I don’t know what exactly Dr. N meant when he said he’d learned a lot from me. I can only guess. But I would like to think that at least one new doctor now understands more about what chronic illness patients deal with, and will show them the compassion and understanding that we all deserve.

*Note: Dr. N really was fantastic. He went out of his way to do everything he could to improve my health. On top of his magnificent efforts and attitude, he was also very knowledgeable without being arrogant. I hope he goes on to be the amazing doctor that I suspect he’ll be.


Thanks a lot, hormones!

April 5, 2015

It’s easy to forget how much of an effect hormones have on our physical, mental, cognitive, and emotional health until they get all fucked up.

Now, before I continue, let me say that, yes, I will be talking about my period. Oh heavens! Some of you have already IMG_20140312_153843closed the browser screen. Others are squirming uncomfortably. Tough. This is what I talk about on this site: health issues. And that includes periods. Have questions? Read this post from last year.

As I’ve mentioned before, I have PCOS. That’s polycystic ovary syndrome. It’s not uncommon, but it affects different people in different ways, so we have to be careful not to generalize when it comes to PCOS. For me, it means I’ve never in my life had a “regular” period. I won’t bother to describe the horror that was my so-called menstrual cycle when I was a teenager. Let’s skip ahead to last year.

After many years on a few different birth control pills and other hormones, I suddenly stopped getting my period. I’d had some off months before, but this time was different. My doctor had me go off the pills to see if I’d get a period naturally. I didn’t. So he ordered an ultrasound. Now don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled to not be getting a period. It was one less thing to deal with from a body that gave me enough to deal with. And I wasn’t looking to get pregnant, so that wasn’t an issue. But there were 2 likely reasons for the lack of a period, and we needed to know which it was. Birth control pills can lean to a thinned endometrial lining, and that can mean no blood. Or maybe I wasn’t ovulating, so that’s why there was no blood. Maybe it was both. Unfortunately, the ultrasound showed that my endometrial lining was building up. It wasn’t at dangerous levels yet, but it was getting close. That’s not good.

So my doctor put me back on a birth control pill. And it’s not been good. First came the brain fog. Then the moodiness, ravenous appetite, and increased pain. Then the fatigue. I eventually realized I’d become hypothyroid again. Estrogen can bind thyroid receptors (thank goodness I’d done my own research!) My doctor ran blood tests, and while I waited for the results I went on the placebo week (many birth control pills have this: you take the pill for three weeks, then nothing or a placebo for a week.) I got my period (yay!) and felt SO. MUCH. BETTER! All those new symptoms were gone!

The blood tests came back and my doctor increased my thyroid med when I started the next birth control cycle. The symptoms all improved, but didn’t go away completely. The fatigue is still bad. I became nauseated frequently. I had occasional disturbing thoughts. The other day I was just going about my business, thinking about how lousy I felt, and suddenly thought that it might be best to die. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with the health stuff. Hmm, that’s not good. I wasn’t feeling depressed or suicidal. The thought only lasted a moment. But it was a moment too long. I’m usually a happy person, but I’d been in a bitchy mood for the past week. I’m not liking me these days.

Yesterday I’d had it. I was sick of the nausea. I worked too hard to fix my diet to be dealing with this bullshit now! And the fatigue was too much. I worked too hard to fix that, too. And don’t get me started on my mood. I just couldn’t stand it anymore.

So today I made a change. Sure, I probably should have checked with my doctors. But I didn’t. I know what I’m doing is safe in the short term. We’ll worry about the long term at my next appointment in a few weeks. So what did I do? I went off the birth control pills and I went back to my old dose of thyroid med – exactly what I was doing before this whole mess. I’m only 1 week into the cycle. I don’t know if I’ll get my period, but I do think I’ll be feeling better in another day or two, and that’s the important part.

I will need to do something to make sure I get my period at least a few times a year. There are other options. This was the option that we thought would have the fewest side effects. Back to the drawing board! Maybe I need a different estrogen pill. Maybe I need progesterone instead. Maybe I need both (which is what I had before last year.) Maybe I needed to raise my thyroid med more. That’s very possible, and I probably should have done it today, but I just felt too lousy.

Very likely, I will need to try this whole thing again in a few weeks. And I will go through this same misery when I do. But for now, I’m hoping my hormones will calm down a bit and allow me at least a few days of feeling my usual level of lousy, instead of this new level!


I miss my friends

March 30, 2015

The other day I wrote about my many medical appointments this month. There was a time when I’d squeeze an appointment in before work, or go during an extra-long lunch break (which I’d have to make up for after work hours.) Those days are long gone. Now I don’t have to worry about missing work, but I do have to worry about missing life.

As I’ve been feeling better lately, I’ve been spending more time with friends. What a treat that’s been! I do better during the day, so I don’t go out much on weeknights. But I see many friends on weekends, and I have a lot of new friends who also don’t work due to chronic illness, so I hang out with them on weekdays. Seeing one or two friends on weekdays each week has been wonderful! Unfortunately, with so many medical appointments, I just can’t manage it.

Today (Monday) I’m doing things around my apartment that need doing. They really need to be done, but I’m also resting. I have an appointment early tomorrow that I need energy for. And one of the things I have to do today is to prepare for tomorrow’s appointment: I need to prepare all sorts of notes so I don’t forget anything when I’m in the office. Tomorrow I doubt I’ll do anything besides that appointment. Wednesday I hope to do some clothes shopping. I don’t have any bathing suits that fit and summer is right around the corner. I’d like to see friends, but I know I won’t have the emotional energy for it after Tuesday’s appointment. Still, shopping drains my physical strength and causes extra pain, so I always need a full day to recover afterwards. That’s what Thursday will be: a recovery day. And at some point Thursday (or sooner) I need to prepare notes for Friday’s medical appointment. After Friday’s medical appointment I’m going to a Passover sedar with my family. I’m not religious, but it means a lot to them, so I go. I’ll probably have to go directly from the medical appointment. Saturday is a nephew’s birthday party, so as you can imagine, Sunday will be another day to rest. And BOOM! The week is gone!

Last week was pretty similar, and I think the following week will be, too. And of course, I know I’m lucky – a year ago I wouldn’t have been able to manage so much in a week. This is huge for me! Still, I miss hanging out with friends. I miss socializing. I like having quiet time to myself. I don’t get bored easily. I can happily spend a day reading and puttering around. But like many humans, I’m a social creature. I live alone, so on the days I don’t leave the house, I don’t see another human being. Days like yesterday, I might go out and see strangers in passing, but I don’t have any real conversations with anyone.

March is a gray month in Boston. As I write this, the skies are dark and there are some light snowflakes coming down from the sky. I have no desire to go for a walk (which I’ll have to do anyway) or to go outside. Yet, a little company would be lovely.

Like I weather, I know my current social situation is temporary. So I’m trying to make some plans with friends for a few weeks from now. At least that way I’ll have something to look forward to when this ridiculous string of medical appointments is over. And I’m just grateful everyone understands why I’ve disappeared for a bit.