The little things really DO make a BIG difference

June 29, 2013

It’s amazing how a small thing change make a huge difference. I was just getting mentally ready to go to a friend’s house. Pills in purse? Yes. Food? Need to bring some. Clothing? Better make sure it’s all loose today. Cooling towel? Cool enough to work for the car ride. The routine is familiar, but annoying.

And then I got a text from my friend: “What room temperature is best for you?”

WOW! We hadn’t discussed that. I knew he had a/c, and I’d mentioned that I’d need him to turn it on, but that was it. But he remembered how sensitive I am to heat. He knows that often I don’t meet up with him for lunch because I can’t stand the humidity. I know he and his wife don’t love the heat, but unlike me they can certainly deal with it. And he thought to ask what temperature I want his a/c set to. He’s going to change the temperature of their apartment for me.

Now that’s a thoughtful friend!

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The trouble with sleeping late

June 29, 2013

I had another bout of annoying insomnia last night. This just started in the past year and it’s baffling. I wake up around 4am for no reason that I can figure out, then I just stay awake for a couple of hours before getting back to sleep. Then I wake up around the normal time, just deprived of sleep. It makes no sense to me.

Last night was different, though. After 2.5 hours of lying there awake, I finally drifted back off to sleep. But instead of waking up around 9 or 10 am, I slept until 10:42! I would have probably gone back to sleep, but seeing those numbers on the clock forced me to wake up. My pill schedule was all messed up! And of course it’s a Saturday, so I couldn’t ask my naturopath for advice.

First things first, I took my thyroid pill. That always happens as soon as I wake up. But then, 1/2 hour later, should I take my regular dose of Isocort? It’s an adrenal supplement, and the whole point is to take it at certain times of day based on my adrenal function at those times. My cortisol is low in the mornings, so I usually take it when I wake up (1/2 hour after the thyroid pill to avoid conflicts.) But should I take it at 11:15? That was too late! I compromised and took a half dose. I didn’t think it would be a good idea to skip it completely.

I had to wait a bit longer to eat, so breakfast was going to be around 11:30. Maybe I should just make that lunch. But wait, I have pills that I have to take with food 3 times a day! Ok, so I had a really small breakfast and took my breakfast pills, and I’ll have lunch around 2pm.

But wait! Lunch at 2pm means I can’t take my next round of adrenal supplements until 3pm and that’s too late! I’m supposed to take them around 2pm, but I have to wait an hour after eating before I take them. So ok, maybe I’ll move lunch to 1:30 and take the pills at 2:30. That’s not too bad.

And the fiber I’m supposed to take 2 hours after the breakfast pills and at least 1/2 hour before the lunch pills? Well, too bad. I’ll just have to take it closer to the other pills and so be it.

Before all the pills, if I slept late that just meant I started my day late. When did it become so damn complicated?

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Those three magic words: “I believe you”

June 12, 2013

I saw a new doctor today and now I’m beyond exhausted. Sitting up is unpleasant. I feel like my whole body is screaming at me to go rest on the couch with the tv and some popcorn. And who am I to deny my body what it wants? So this will be short.

The doctor I saw specializes in hard cases. He also sees a lot of patients with fatigue. Still, I was doubtful, and I think he could tell. He asked a lot of question – the most thorough questioning I’ve ever received (and I’ve received quite a bit!) At one point he asked if I ever get pins & needles anyplace. I said yes, and told him where. Then he asked if any of my doctors had ever addressed it. I was shocked to realized I hadn’t discussed it with them. Well, I had told one, but he said it was nothing. This guy disagreed. I tried to explain that I always filter what I tell doctors, trying to focus on the biggest issues, so they don’t think I’m a hypochondriac or something. He immediately understood, and said that he knows it’s common for patients to be ignored if they mention too many symptoms. It was amazing! He got it!

But there was one thing that wowed me more than any other. More than once, he uttered those three little words that every patient with a hard (or impossible) to diagnosis illness wants to hear: “I believe you.” I can’t tell you how amazing that felt. Here was a doctor who had read a 2-inch thick pile of my medical records, listened to my story once, and believed me! I don’t think this has ever happened to me before! Sure, I’ve had doctors believe me, but usually I don’t know that they believe me until after several visits, or maybe months or years of treatment. I know that my parents believe me. So do some friends. Other so-called friends (now ex-friends) did not believe me. Employers did not believe me. Strangers did not believe me. And yes, doctors and other medical professionals did not believe me.

I don’t know if he saw my tears. I didn’t want to call attention to them, but I didn’t want him to think I was upset. I was just so relieved! He believed me. He believed me. THE DOCTOR BELIEVED ME!

Since this is a short post, here’s a related bonus. I am so sick and tired of trying to convince people that my illness and disability are real. I am also tired of trying to convince them that ableism is real. Same with sexism and biphobia. So while this article is about sexism, I think it can be equally applied to all of the other -isms. I’m looking for justice and equality. I am happy to educate the uneducated. I will not tolerate the hateful.

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What’s “normal” tired?

June 8, 2013

This is Pride week in Boston. I love Pride! It’s such a fun holiday.  Unfortunately, I can’t celebrate as much as I’d like. There are great parties Thursday night, then the Dyke March on Friday followed by the Dyke March after party, and then of course the parade on Saturday. There are parties Saturday night, and then more events on Sunday. And earlier in the week there are dedications, movies, etc. It’s a fun time, but who has the energy for all of that?

Boston Pride

My parents came with me to the parade today for the first time. We all had a lot of fun. We walked around, watched the parade, then walked around some more. By the end I was exhausted. I wanted to stay longer, see more, listen to the music, see more friends… but my body said no. My parents were tired too. So many it was normal to be so tired?

Then again, maybe I shouldn’t be comparing myself to people who are 30 years older than me. Maybe I shouldn’t be as tired as a couple of 60+ people. I looked around at my peers. Many of them went to the festivities that I missed on Thursday night, as well as the Dyke March. They walked in the parade today. They plan to go to a party tomorrow. They’re a bit tired, but after some sleep they’ll be fine. They’re my age. Is that what I should be aiming for? Is that how I’m supposed to feel?

It’s been so long since I felt “normal” amounts of energy that I have no idea what to expect now. The last time I felt that, I was around 20, so I suppose I would have less energy now, in my mid-30s, anyway. But how much less?

I know it’s impossible to measure my own health or even my goals against the health and reality of others. But I also know it’s human nature to try and compare anyway, so I don’t berate myself for it. Still, is there any point? Will I ever be close to achieving that level of so-called normalcy? There’s no way to know. But I’d sure love to get even part way there.

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