Finding health solutions outside the doctor’s office

August 14, 2013

This month’s blog carnival topic over at Patients for a Moment really caught my attention. It’s being hosted by Getting Closer to Myself – go check it out!

There are a few questions I could have answered, and I’m choosing this one:

How has social media impacted your illness experience?

Anyone who has been following this blog knows that I only recently began to figure out what’s causing my various symptoms. But do you know how I’ve been finding answers? It sure wasn’t at the doctors’ offices! They were all pointing fingers at each other, saying it was someone else’s specialty and not offering me any answers. The real journey started with a book.

I was bored while all of my friends were at work, so I went to the library. I thought I’d check out the books about one of my symptoms because it had been a long time since I’d done that, and while I was perusing the shelves, a title caught my eye about hypothyroid symptoms. I grabbed the book and immediately started reading. That book led to another, and those led to web sites which connected me to Facebook groups. Suddenly I found an entire community of hypothyroid patients online, mostly on Facebook and Twitter and in other places, too. They were dealing with hypothyroid and a lot of the accompanying issues that I also face, like adrenal fatigue.

Being ill can be isolating in the predictable ways: spending days at a time alone at home, not working, and having to miss social events are of course difficult. But the thing that many people don’t realize is that it’s also isolating to be sick and not know why, which symptoms are attributable to which diseases, which symptoms are relevant and which aren’t, or what to do about it all. This can make a person feel very alone, because it seems that no one else understands. Finding books, blogs, web sites, Facebook groups, and Twitter chats of people going through the same thing makes me feel a lot less alone. But they’ve also given me hope because, for the first time in many years, I have treatment routes to explore! In fact, if it wasn’t for the Chronic Babe online support group (which sadly no longer exists) I would have never begun seeing the naturopath who cured my IBS and who has helped me in so many other ways over the past year.

Let’s face it, social media is far from perfect. Finding the right groups and accurate information can feel like looking for a needle in a haystack, but it’s possible. We have to watch out for scams and inaccurate information. There are still doubters. But for me, social media has been incredible. It has given me a community to turn to, answers to my questions, and the hope that I could improve. I can’t wait to see what happens with it next!

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When or if I get better?

August 13, 2013

I will never be completely healthy. I accepted that reality a long time ago, and I’m ok with it. Please understand that I’m not happy about it, but I am ok with it. There’s a difference. The thing is, my health took a real dive a couple of years ago, right around the time I started this blog. In hindsight, that’s probably why I started writing it when I did, but at the time I didn’t realize what was beginning; I thought it was just another temporary flare.

So now when I talk about getting “better” I’m not referring to being 100% healthy. I’m just talking about getting back to where I was a few years ago. I’m talking about being well enough to work and date and travel and go out with friends. I’m talking about being able to do laundry and cook and leave the house all in the same day.

For the last two years or so, I’ve been referring to an optimistic future of that sort as “if I get better.” I knew it might not happen. I wasn’t trying to be pessimistic – after all, I was still speaking of it as a possibility. I hadn’t ruled out that it could happen, I just wasn’t so sure. So I said “if” a lot. And then today I caught myself saying, “when I get better…” I immediately stopped and correctly myself to “if” but it had already happened. The “when” was out there, hanging in the air.

I’ve been more optimistic lately. I’ve finally gotten to see two excellent doctors who I’ve been waiting a long time to see. I have several different treatment methods I’ll be starting soon, and any one of them, or possibly all of them, could really help me. I’ve been feeling better for a few weeks, too. The improvement is quite noticeable. Sure, I still can’t do everything I want to do. Yesterday I did laundry, and then had to choose between grocery shopping and seeing friends because I still couldn’t do all three in the same day. (Note: I chose to see friends. Until recently I wouldn’t have made that choice, but I felt well enough to know I could manage to get groceries today, which I did.) This improvement could be temporary or it could be just the beginning of further improvements. I don’t know. I can’t know. But I can hope. And for the first time in a very long time, I do have hope.

So maybe I’ll get better. Maybe I won’t. But the hope is enough to make me switch from thinking about “if” to “when.” And when I get better, boy will I celebrate!

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Energy work-arounds for a social life

July 26, 2013

Yesterday I had some friends over to my place. We all have chronic health issues, so we all understand how hard it is to do these get-togethers. Beforehand, talking on the phone, S mentioned how great it is that I had the energy to organize this. I pointed out that all I did to “organize” was send a few emails, and that by having it at my place, I didn’t need to expend the energy to go anywhere. See, she and the others thought I was being generous by offering to host, but really, I was saving up my energy by having them here. She laughed and appreciated my “sneakiness.”

Of course, this only works to a certain extent. I was still running around, opening and closing windows to adjust the temperature, getting food and water for people, cleaning up spilled food (I do love my dustbuster!) and generally trying to be a good hostess. By the end I was exhausted, despite having rested most of the previous day, and so I spent all day today in my apartment resting. It has only been in the last hour that I have begun to feel a bit less run down.

I was also resting today because I am going out tomorrow. Because of the weather, I wanted to be indoors. The friend I’m going out with suggested a few possibilities. I chose a small museum for which I can gain free admission through an old job perk. She’s thrilled to go, and I can save both money and energy. I’ve been there many times, so I know that it’s easy to navigate with lots of comfortable seating throughout the place, a great elevator, and small manageable rooms. Luckily, they change exhibits often, so it’ll still feel like a new experience for me. My friend is driving, so that saves me energy too. And with my handicapped parking placard, we should (I hope!) be able to park close to the entrance. She will buy food at the cafeteria and I will bring my own so that we can eat together there.

I have no plans for the following day, so if I’m tired then I’ll just stay home and rest.

This isn’t perfect, and I’m far from my energy goals, but it’s a start. By resting, hosting, and planning shorter activities, I can at least have a bit of a social life. It may not be the social life I used to have or the one I want to have, but I’m still incredibly grateful for every bit of it.

How do you manage your energy limitations? What do you do to maintain a social life? Please share any ideas you have!

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Incredible what 2 years can bring

July 24, 2013

The other day I wrote what has so far been my  most popular post. I felt inspired, so I wrote it. And then I went on with my day. But that night, just before bed, I looked at my calendar and saw the note I had made for myself a while back: it was the 2 year anniversary of this blog!

Anniversary

I feel bad, like I forgot a friend’s birthday. This blog has been so helpful for me, and I forgot its anniversary! It got me thinking, too, about how much has changed since I started writing this.

Two years ago I was just starting to feel much worse, which in hindsight is probably why I started this blog when I did. I wrote every single day for months, until my energy waned and I was forced to cut back. Still, even now it’s rare for me to have a day that I don’t think about what to write here. I have so many ideas, so many posts composed in my mind, and I hope that one day I can type them all out.

Two years ago I was typing into emptiness. My mom would sometimes read my blog, but that was about it. Now I have Subscribingdozens of readers on my mailing list, many more who follow me through twitter, and probably more I don’t know about who use Feedly, Digg, or some other reader. I get comments, which mean so much to me. It’s fantastic to know that people enjoy, are touched, or feel comforted by this blog. I want so much to reach out, and this my way of doing it.

Two years ago I thought I communicated well about my illnesses. Now I know better. As I write about things I often don’t even think to discuss, I realize how much I censor, whether intentionally or not. When I question if I should write about something, I realize that if I can’t be open about it here, in relative anonymity, then I must be pretty closed in real life. And when people comment on certain posts to say how rare it is to have these discussions, I remember that I’m not the only one with this problem.

Two years ago I was working full time. I knew my days of working full time were limited, but I expected to count them in years, not weeks. Now I have been out of work for almost as long as this blog has been around. I didn’t immediately return as I had hoped, and I’ve been coping with that. I don’t know if I will return to work some day. I hope that I will. But I’m trying to accept the uncertainty of it all.

Two years ago I thought I knew what was causing the worst of my health problems. Now, through a lot of research, I’ve found multiple other possible causes. I’ve discovered ways that I’ve been improperly treated. I have learned about new tests that need to be run. I have looked for new practitioners to see, including “non-traditional” ones.

Two years ago I thought I could never make “drastic” changes to my diet. Now I’ve redefined “drastic” because the changes are so worthwhile that I no longer think of them as being difficult. Food doesn’t matter. Health matters. Food is a means to an end for me, so I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure my food isn’t making me sick.

Two years ago I needed to vent. I got frustrated by so many health-related issues. My family and friends tried to understand, but they just didn’t get it. Now I have you. You understand. Sometimes things happen that suck and it helps to commiserate with people who’ve been through it themselves. Insensitive comments and rude actions need to be changed, but we also need to deal with them ourselves on a case-by-case basis. You’ve helped me do that. This blog has been more cathartic than I ever would have imagined when I started writing it.

So thank you for two wonderful years. It’s been a wonderful journey so far and I’m looking forward to seeing it continue.

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Edit: I forgot to mention that this is my 357th post here. In case you were wondering (I was, which is why I went back to look it up.)

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