So, now that the blood patch is over, and I’m feeling better….now what?
I still have a long way to go before I think I’m healthy. So I think it’s time to buckle down and start paying attention to the title of this blog.
Questions I need to find the answers to:
- Why am I having lower GI issues every day for almost 4 months?
- Why am I hungry all the time? (could it be because of Number 1.?)
- How can I start exercising with my hip problems?
- How can I lose some weight?
- How can I improve my diet?
Now, a list on how I’m working on the above list:
- I have an appointment with the Digestive Health specialist on Thursday to discuss Numbers 1, 2, 4, and 5
- I found a pool nearby that I can exercise in, I’ve added ankle weights and a flotation belt to my Christmas list to make it even easier to exercise in the water.
- If the people at Digestive Health can’t help me, then I’m going to make an appointment with the naturopath/dietitian that I found. (since I had to cancel the last appointment I made with her because of a vertigo attack).
We also made a huge step tonight in starting to change our lives considerably. For a long time my husband and I have talked about Fostering. Unfortunately, with my health issues I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to give a needy child the attention he or she needs. Now that things look like they may be changing, and I won’t have to worry about having a vertigo attack once or twice a week, we decided to take the first step. We went to an orientation tonight to find out more about becoming foster parents.
We plan to start taking the classes starting January 4th. I will take a month of classes (30 hours of training all together) before we can be considered to get a license. We also have to have a background check, be finger printed, have a physical…..there are a lot of things to do, and I’m glad. I’d hate to think they gave just anyone a license to be foster parents.
I’m pretty excited about getting my life started. I hope I’m not jumping the gun, but I really think this worked. My head just feels so much different.
I have a lot to do to the house to get it ready for a child. Starting with just giving it a good cleaning. I don’t know how so many people with Meniere’s can keep up a house, and a family, and some even work. Well, I guess I managed for years, but when I went bilateral, my life as it was pretty much stopped. I even started seeing a therapist to help me deal with it all.
I will say one thing about therapy, it really helped my husband and I be able to talk about our feelings about my disability in a safe environment. Then we were able to talk about it all much easier when we were at home. When I felt like a burden, when I felt like he just didn’t understand. When he would feel like he really wanted to help, but just didn’t know how. I simply didn’t think anyone could love me enough to put up with as much trouble as I felt like I was causing. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. I couldn’t work, I couldn’t drive, I often couldn’t even help clean house or cook. Yes, my prison is lovely, and I have a wonderful husband who is here with me, but he’s free to leave at any time. I was completely dependent on him, and his generosity. I understand the phrase, “feeling like a bird in a gilded cage.” No matter how nice a prison is, it’s still a prison. I had to come to the understanding, that is was my disease that was keeping me a prisoner, not my husband, and I didn’t do anything to cause it.
I hope all of you know, this disease is not your fault! You didn’t do anything to cause it. Let the people who love you, care for you, it’s the only way they feel they can help. My husband felt so helpless, but at least he could be here for me, and help care for me. He told me he is just so grateful that he could be here to help me through this. He will never know how grateful I am that he has been here, and continues to be there for me. I hope he never needs the same kind of attention I have for the past couple of years, but I hope he knows that if he ever does, I will be more than happy to help him.
(I love you Stuart. Thank you for being the best husband a woman could ever hope for.)