A day off means something else when you have a chronic illness

April 2, 2014

For most of my life, “a day off” meant a weekday that I didn’t go to work or school, wasn’t in bed sick, and could do whatever I wanted.

About a dozen years ago I took “a day off” for the first time that didn’t involve any travel. I didn’t go to work, I got extra sleep, I took the car in for some work that needed to be done, I cleaned the apartment, and I indulged in some hobbies. By the end of the day, I felt fantastic – rested, relaxed, and productive. I remember it so well.

These days “a day off” is a completely different animal. For one thing, I’m not in school or working at a job, so that’s not relevant. Instead, I spend a lot of my time dealing with health issues. I can never get away from my health problems; those are and will always be with me. I can almost get away from some of the logistical issues, though. And I can ignore the “to do” list that needs doing.

I woke up feeling horrible. I’m more exhausted than I have been in a while. So many muscles ache that don’t usually ache. I woke up not wanting to do anything. Luckily for me, I didn’t have anything scheduled today, medical, social or otherwise. So I decided to take “a day off.” There’s so much I should be doing, but I’m not. I should be making phone calls to find a therapist. I should be dealing with a form from my lawyer. I should be doing laundry. I should be changing the sheets on my bed. I should be taking a walk on this rare sunny afternoon. I should have put food in the crockpot this morning. I should be getting a long-overdue haircut. Doing even two of these things would make me feel very productive, but instead I’m not doing any of them. No, instead I’m taking “a day off.”

Here’s what I have been and will be doing:

  • Took a shower at 4pm. I put it off as long as I could, but in the end I felt sort of gross and decided it was worth it.
  • Emailed with some friends (but ignored all of my other emails.)
  • Fill my pill boxes for the week. I do this every Wednesday. I don’t want to do it, and I’ve been putting it off, but it really has to be done today.
  • Watched tv. Will watch more tv.
  • Read my book. Will read more.
  • Knitted. Will knit more.
  • Writing this blog post.
  • Ate leftovers. Will eat more leftovers
  • Will wash dishes. Because there’s no one else to do it.

I haven’t decided yet about my physical therapy exercises. I should do them, but I’m just so tired, and they take so much effort, and it’s my day off, so I don’t want to even think about it. But I know I need to.

So at the end of today, I won’t feel rested, relaxed, and productive like I did that day 12 years ago. But maybe I won’t feel any worse than I did when I woke up this morning. If that happens, I’ll consider it a successful day.

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Is remission possible?

March 28, 2014

I saw my naturopath yesterday and she surprised me with one of her goals. She said that she wants to get me to believe that once I’m better, I’ll stay better, and that I won’t relapse. That had never occurred to me. [As a side note, I’m very impressed that she picked up on this mindset of mine and chose to address it head-on.]

Several friends and family members keep insisting I’ll get better. I keep trying to explain to them that I’ll never be 100% healthy. I’ll always have some symptoms, and I’ll always have these medical conditions. These are lifelong diseases that won’t ever go away, and I’ve accepted that. The best I can hope for is to go into remission, which I’ve never really thought of as a possibility for me, though I know it’s a possibility in general. As for symptoms, my gastrointestinal problems are almost entirely better and my fatigue has been improving, but I think I’ll always be at risk of those returning, and I’ll certainly continue to have pain. Maybe the pain can be reduced, but no one has suggested they’ll be able to get rid of it completely.

I’ve accepted all of that. I’m ok with that. If we could just get rid of my fatigue, I’d be ecstatic! But what my naturopath said really stopped me in my tracks. This whole process has been so traumatic. The symptoms, their impact on my life, the insurance issues, the uncertainty over my future, have all changed me. There are some good changes, like a new appreciation for the little things in life, and a desire to keep my life simple, without the “busyness” that so many people take pride in. I’m glad to have come to these realizations.

But there have also been some bad changes, like more fear. I’m scared to spend money, because what if I can never earn money again? And even if I’m able to work, what if I get sick again and need it for that? I’m scared I’ll never find a life partner who can handle all of my health issues. I’m scared I’ll be a burden on my parents. I’m scared to make plans for anything big (tickets to a show, a small trip out of town, attending a wedding) because what if I have to cancel at the last minute? And if I do get better, what if I get sick again? Will I have the strength to go through this all again. And what if I never improve in the first place?

I think that all of these fears are natural. I also think I have to get rid of them. My naturopath is right: if I’m going to have a goal of feeling X% better, then when I reach that goal, I have to trust that I’ll stay there. I’ll need that mental attitude to propel me forward. Sure, I might have setbacks. In fact, she agreed that I probably will have them. Then medications will be adjusted and I’ll improve. But she thinks there won’t be many and that they’ll be short, just a few days or a few weeks; not months or years.

I want to believe that. I do. Really. But I can’t. Not yet. After the trauma I’ve experienced recently, I’m just not ready. But I’m working on it. I love the idea. I hope she’s right. So when I eventually get a therapist (I started looking for one recently) I think this topic will be at the top of our agenda.

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Wondering why I feel good

March 22, 2014

Today is my third good day in a row! The first was actually really great. Sure, I’m still in pain, and I don’t have as much energy as most “healthy” people my age, but I’m still loving how much better I feel! The question is, what’s causing it? I want to know the cause so maybe I can make it last! Here are my current thoughts:

  1. It’s my new medication. I started the new med exactly 3 weeks before my first good day. The problem is, usually good effects are felt within the first few days on this med. The changes are right – it’s my energy that’s improved, and that’s what I’d expect from this med – but the timing is off.
  2. It’s the medication I stopped taking. At my doctor’s suggestion, I stopped taking a medication two and a half weeks ago. Since the new med hadn’t had an effect yet, I wasn’t to worried about doing both so close together. I wouldn’t expect it to have this effect, but maybe it’s an indirect cause.
  3. It’s the supplement I stopped taking. I stopped it about a week ago when I realized my most recent gastrointestinal problems started just after I added in this supplement. Two days later, my gastro problems were mostly gone, and the third day everything was as it should be. That alone wouldn’t make me feel this good (my gastro problems were fixed for months before I started that supplement, and I didn’t feel this good then) but maybe in combination with something else it’s helping.
  4. It’s daylight savings time. I have seasonal affective disorder, so I always get extra happy and more energetic when we have the extra hour of daylight. The thing is, DST started two weeks ago, and I usually feel the effect within the first couple of days.
  5. It’s a fluke. This is an odd coincidence. Usually when I have a random good day it’s just that: one good day. Not three. But maybe this is just a longer fluke.
  6. Maybe it’s something else I haven’t even thought of yet.
  7. Maybe it’s a combination of all of the above.

Some of you might wonder why I’m not considering my new CPAP machine, and that’s because I only started it last night, two days after I started feeling so much better.

Right now, #1 seems the most likely, but the timing of it just doesn’t fit. But maybe there was so much damage done to my cells, that it was just delayed in taking effect. And my doctor did say it could take up to a month. I didn’t believe him based on all of the research I’d done and what other patients said, but maybe he was right. It’s odd that I’d have felt absolutely nothing for the first 3 weeks, though, instead of a more gradual improvement. But nothing else fits as well. It’s probably that with the other things added in. I just really, really, really hope it’s not a fluke! I’m loving this feeling so much, and I don’t want it to go away! I haven’t felt this good in many months, maybe even a year or more. It’s not like I feel “healthy,” but I sure do feel a hell of a lot closer than I did four days ago. I feel like I can do more so I’m trying to do more without overdoing it. I also feel that I’m thinking more clearly, so I’m reading more and getting more out of it. I feel happier, but I guess anyone would if they saw a spark of hope after feeling so sick for so long. Still, I’m just nonstop happy.

I guess there’s only one thing I can do for now: enjoy it while I can! I’m taking walks each day. I spent more time out with friends today than I normally would. I’m still not going to the party tonight that I had already been planning to skip. Right now I feel up to it, but I don’t want to overdo it. I’m reading more. I’m trying to catch up on insurance paperwork. And mostly I’m just appreciating this feeling of being more alert. It’s not perfect, but boy, I’ll take it!

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Hormones going haywire

March 12, 2014

It started like any other day. I ate, read, dressed, ate again. I went to an appointment. And that’s where it started getting weird. A medical practitioner was pushing me to open up about some things that I usually don’t talk about and I got a bit teary. Ok, that’s not too unusual for me. Then I started crying. That’s a bit odd. Then when I left, I sobbed uncontrollably IMG_20140312_153843for a while. That’s completely out of character.

What was going on? I called a friend and we chatted for an hour. Usually I find crying to be cathartic, so after crying and then talking to a close friend, I should have been feeling much better. Instead, I continued to feel overwhelmed, ashamed, and depressed. When I was still feeling that way at 10pm, I knew something was wrong. When I woke up the next day still feeling that way, I knew there was definitely a problem. Luckily, I quickly figured out what it was.

About 8 or 9 years ago, my endocrinologist put me on natural replacement progesterone to help my PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome.) This worked out fine for a bit, but then about 5 or 6 years ago I started having PMDD (premenstrual dysphoric disorder.) My doctor had me change birth control pills. It took some time, but we finally figured out what worked. Over time that’s changed, and each time I had to deal with a roller coaster of emotions when PMDD reared its ugly head. Most recently we found that taking half a pill of a certain brand was perfect for me, and of course I continued with the progesterone, too.

With all these hormones, you’d think I’d have regular periods, right? Well, I did for a while. But then recently I was only spotting at that time of the month. Then I didn’t get a period at all. Hmm. There are a couple different things that can cause this, and the only way to find out what’s happening without going off my meds is to do a pelvic ultrasound. Obviously, I don’t want that. So I’m took a leap and went off my meds.

The first 7 days were fine. But then on day 8, when I found myself sobbing, I should have known. On day 9 it was obvious. And now, on day 10, I’m doing much better. Then again, I’m in too much pain to be thinking about anything else anyway. And while being so overwhelmed and depressed felt horrible, it’s a relief to know I won’t be feeling that way long term. If it continues, I’ll just go back on the hormones.

I’ve always been so grateful that I don’t have depression as one of the symptoms of my illnesses. There are usually two types of depression, at least that I know of. One type is a physiological matter. Brain chemicals are off, or the cells aren’t absorbing hormones, etc. The second kind is what you’d expect from someone suffering from daily pain, spending days stuck indoors, unable to work, unable to socialize, etc. I do have that second kind sometimes, but it’s not too severe and it doesn’t last too long, usually just for a couple of days when my physical symptoms are at their worst. I’ve been so grateful for that. And then the other day was a reminder of what I could be dealing with.

And that makes me wonder how many people, especially women, are in the same situation I could have been in. How many are put on antidepressants, when some added estrogen is all they need? How many women spend years in therapy without improving, without realizing that their symptoms get worse approximately every 28 days? How many women and men see a psychiatrist when they should be seeing an endocrinologist? Maybe the answer is that only a few are affected this way. Maybe it’s a lot. I have no idea if this has been studied are not. I just know that a lot of patients fall through the cracks in other areas, so it wouldn’t surprise me if it happened here, too.

I have fallen through many, many medical cracks. Anyone following this blog for a while knows a few of them, but I doubt I’ve even covered all of them at this point. For example, a specialist seeing me for something else once suggested I could have PCOS, but wasn’t allowed to treat me for it because of HMO rules. My own doctor didn’t address it. It took another 7 years for me to actually get diagnosed and treated. I’m so glad I didn’t fall through the cracks with the PMDD and depression. I just hope the medical community doesn’t let it happen to others.

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