I’m having one of those days that I don’t usually talk about.
Normally, I talk about having Meniere’s Disease. I don’t talk much about my other chronic conditions.
Today, PMDD has taken hold and is screaming at me. It tries to scream at me a lot, but I try so very hard to keep it under control.
For those who don’t know PMDD is Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder. To see a list of the symptoms here’s a link to an article on Wikipedia http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Premenstrual_dysphoric_disorder To sum it up in a very short and nowhere near complete explanation. PMDD is like having very severe PMS from the time of ovulation until after your period starts. So I have about one week a month that I feel ok.
If you read the symptoms you may recognize a few things that I say about myself. Some I just don’t talk about. I just read over the list again, and I have pretty much every symptom on that page.
This month has been especially difficult. One reason, we haven’t been able to find a medication that helps me very much with this, and I don’t want to start a new drug while all the Meniere’s stuff is happening. How would I know if it’s side effects from the meds or Meniere’s symptoms.
I don’t know if being Bi-Polar makes having PMDD worse, or more likely, or what; but it scares me. The emotional upheaval caused by PMDD can make me feel like I’m having Bi-Polar symptoms, and I sure don’t want to go back there.
Today I started my period, over a week and a half early. Very bad cramps, and I want to throw something, just to hear it break!
As you all know, if you’ve ever read my blog before, my husband is a dear sweet man, but today, I don’t want him anywhere near me. He tries to comfort me…and I just cringe. I feel like screaming, “Don’t touch me!!” So far I haven’t, but I have let him know, today is not the best day.
I was trying to do some art work. Thought it might calm me down. As I’m drawing I realize just how guilty I feel about EVERYTHING! It overwhelms me. Then all of a sudden, I just don’t care. I don’t care if I get better. I don’t care if I get worse. I don’t care if I eat, or if I eat right. Stuart asked me something, many times today for some reason, and all I could think was…I just don’t care. What ever.
I feel very apathetic.
I can’t help but feel part of this is also because of everything else that’s going wrong in my life right now. All the treatments for the Meniere’s that just don’t seem to be working. Stuart losing his job, and everything that means. Me feeling so much worse….
Then this.
But you know, I just don’t care. Tomorrow I probably will. But today. Not so much. Sometimes I think I talk a good game. I try to be very strong and positive. And sometimes I wonder how much of it’s true and how much I’m trying to convince myself. The power of positive thinking and all that. Yeah…not today. Today it would just take too much energy to care.
oh, and my head hurts again. Oh joy. *yes there is a lot of sarcasm intended there.*
This is not a pity party, this is a I just don’t give a crap any more party.
There are a few things I just give up about right now.
1 – trying to do this months blogging challenge…not going to happen. Blogging every day right now, too much stress to think about it. Even trying to write posts in advance for them to come out on the right day…it’s too much. Plus, I don’t see the point, why was I trying to do this again? To say, yes I accomplished this? Is it reaching more people? I haven’t had any comments from new people. I have noticed I’m getting more Spam. I’ve been spending so much time trying to keep up with my writing, I haven’t had the time to read other people’s post. I’d rather spend my time keeping up with my friends.
2 – trying to lose weight. Yeah, I feel like I gave this up months ago, and probably did, but while I’m feeling this crappy, and so much of my nutrition is going right through me or coming back up…I’m not going to be too weight conscious. (however, every time I look in the mirror I think…who is this fat person? *sigh*)
Look at the pictures below, one was taken January 2010, the other was taken July 20th, 2011. See how much fuller my face is? And I’ve gained weight since the latest picture was taken. (you do not want to see the rest of my body…I’ve gone from a size 8 to a size 16.) *sigh again* But how do you lose weight while lying in bed, and can’t cook? Plus I have this little thing that keeps whispering in my head..”if you eat something you’ll feel better.” How do I get rid of that?
I know, many of you will say, there isn’t much difference, but in the photo taken in July, I was trying to not show how large I am. I had my head tilted up, to take away my double chin, I had my hair partially on my face…on the left I weight 147lbs. on the right I weighed about 182lbs. I now weight 190lbs. The heaviest I’ve ever been. *I literally sighed again*
Picture of me taken January 2010Photo of me taken July 2011
3 – who ever is holding this vertigo, and headache pain over me…I just want to say…I give up! What ever you want, I give! Just please stop. (Don’t worry my friends, I’m OK, I know it’s just my lot in life right now, a season some might say, it’ll pass, I’ll make sure of it.) I’m learning so much about me, friends, chronic illnesses… I’ve decided to take this time that I’m feeling crappy to just reflect, and reevaluate what is most important to me and possibly change my priorities.) One thing I know for sure, I want to live every day I feel better to the fullest! Live in the moment!
4 – I give up on trying to go to parties, or noisy restaurants, or any place that’s noisy. Let’s just say, I give up on trying to hear in noisy situations, and getting so frustrated, and feeling so isolated because of it. One on One, or Small Groups are better anyway.
Now for an update on how I’m feeling:
Since Wednesday I’ve had a constant feeling of vertigo…no not the major throwing my guts up attack kind, but every time I move my head…Whoosh! And if I close my eyes it feels like I’m moving. Sleep has been very hard. But I did get a few hours last night. If my head would stop hurting I’d probably be able to get more. My head, oh my aching head! My head hurts so much. My neck hurts. It’s hard to turn my head…that’s probably a good thing since it makes me dizzy, but it hurts. (Oh, did I mention it hurts??!! And nothing I’ve taken for it touches the pain.)
I’m having a lot of GI distress for the past few days too. If I were running a fever I’d swear I had the flu…at least I’m not that achy. (except, did I mention my head and neck really hurt? …. yeah, I guess I did.)
I finally realized exactly what was so very different from this past attack than previous ones (yes a few things were different, but I think this is pretty strange.) Normally my vertigo spins clockwise, this time I was spinning counter-clockwise. I remember distinctly how the TV was falling to the left, and the vent on the ceiling was moving to the left. Isn’t that strange? I know it probably doesn’t mean anything, I just thought it was strange.
Anyone else notice how they spin? Clockwise or Counterclockwise. I have a friend with Ramsey Hunt Syndrome and she told me she always spins counterclockwise. (but, I don’ t think she has extreme vertigo attacks like those of us with Meniere’s…but I’m not sure, I’ll have to ask again. However, we all know, even minor vertigo can cause great distress.)
To conclude, many people say to never give up, but when you have a chronic illness you have to realize there are things you simply need to give up. Things are different now. I used to have a very hard time telling people “No”, now I often say “maybe”, and often I have to say “no”. I must decide, is it worth the consequences. Will I feel worse afterward? Will I feel isolated because I can’t hear? Will I be in a safe place if I have an attack? There are many things to think about now, I can’t just say, “sure, I’ll do that”. I have to do what is best for me physically, and mentally. (as some may say, I need to really think about how I’ll use my spoons.)
Stress makes most chronic illnesses worse. Even good stress. I have to remember that, and choose accordingly.
How has having a Chronic Illness changed your priorities?
After posting about my attack on Wednesday, I had an outpouring of people who either commented on the post or emailed me personally to tell me I’m not alone. As comforting as it is to know someone else understands, it’s heartbreaking that there are others who have to go through this too.
I really wish that no one could empathize with me.
One thing about my attacks recently, they don’t last as long as they used to….but it feels like they do. I’ve had attacks last over 12 hours, the last one lasted over 3, the one before that was less than an hour, yet each felt as if they lasted for an eternity.
Angelea from A Day in the Life with Meniere’s said, “The only thing that keeps me hanging on through an attack is that, at least so far, they eventually end within 8-12 hours.” I’m the opposite, every time I have an attack, I’m terrified it won’t end. I know it always has…but what if this time it doesn’t….it’s unimaginable, yet…it fills me with terror. I’ve read of people having vertigo for extended periods of time. Weeks, months, years… indefinitely. Do they always feel like I do during an attack? How do they live? Or are they using the word vertigo loosely? I know it varies in intensity, but all I can think of is the terrifying sensations I get.
Most people who write about their attacks, don’t go into the detail I have. We all know they are horrible, but somehow I wished for my friends that it wasn’t as bad for them. I was even a bit surprised when I heard how much so many of you could relate to everything that was happening to me. (I really wish you couldn’t). We hear each other say, I had a bad attack complete with throwing up for hours….but we normally don’t talk about the rest. Thank you all for sharing your stories with me. People (especially our doctors) really need to understand the torture we go through. I keep wondering if these specialist we see have ever seen an attack. Do they just know what they’ve read, or have they ever experienced anything like it? Or seen a loved one go through it? (I plan to ask my doctor the next time I see him.)
I emailed my doctors. I heard from Dr. Gray already, and unfortunately she is also thinks that although I’ve had some good results with the patching, the results to not stay sustained, and this does not look to be a long-term solution. That was hard to hear, even though I already knew it in my heart. We’re waiting to see what Dr. Kaylie thinks my next move should be. I had good success from the endolymphatic sac surgery on my right ear. I’m almost positive that the majority, if not all, of my attacks since I had the surgery have been from my left ear. So that is a consideration. It’s a rough surgery, and recovery is hard. From what I’ve heard from two other friends their recovery was much worse than mine. So I do know there is a chance that it could be worse next time. However, I haven’t talked to Dr. Kaylie yet, we’ll discuss my options and see what happens.
I’m so confused by all of this though. I’m not sure if we’ll discontinue trying to keep my cerebrospinal fluid regulated. I would think that we’d need to do this. So many questions.
Again, I’m going into this bad time just as the holidays approach. Last year, I had to wait from early November to late January before I had my second set of patches. That was some of my darkest time.
I say so often, that I accept this illness, it is a part of me. But I think a lot of that is what I want to believe. Today, I broke down and just screamed…”I DON’T WANT THIS TO BE HAPPENING TO ME ANY MORE!” I thought it was better. If I could have seen this future in January, I would have spent those months symptom free so differently. I tried to get my life back, to start a future. I spent 30 class hours plus many, many hours outside of class, working to become a foster parent. I started a garden. I bought a car. I bought hearing aids. My life was all falling into place….then it came crashing down.
Now I look back. If I had known all that I was doing was wasting time. We won’t be able to foster. The garden died. I now have a car I may never be able to drive, and I have a hearing aid that sits in a box because my hearing has deteriorated so much in that ear it’s useless. ($2000 for 3 months of use, I don’t think that’s a very good bargain.)
So if I could have peeked into the future, I would have told myself to live every symptom free day to the fullest. Travel. Spend as much time with friends as possible. Go, and do the things you can! Don’t waste a day! And most of all, don’t plan for the future!
So yeah, I guess today I’m having a pity party.
I keep thinking in January, before the patches, I was contemplating suicide. I can’t go back to that. I just can’t. But if I get to the point where I’m having the horrific attacks multiple times a week…often every day…I can’t say that I won’t fall back into that deep dark hole.
No this disease is not me, I do accept that it is part of me….but when it takes over my life and becomes all of me, that, I can’t accept.
I know, I’m jumping the gun a bit, and have some major issues with regrets right now. I haven’t given up, and I’ll keep fighting for me. I’m not fighting the illness (as in not accepting it), but I am fighting for my life. For some balance. For some relief.
I’m still not feeling great. So this won’t be a long post, I thought I’d look at the prompt from National Health Bloggers Posting Month, and try to go from there.
Today’s Prompt: What happens after you press “publish”. Write about your post-blog-writing process. Do you immediately tweet a link? Email it to everyone? Re-read it for spelling errors?
This is pretty easy for me. I try to read over my post and look at a preview of it before I hit “publish” so I don’t need to review it for errors. Sometimes, I don’t. Sometimes, I’ve spilled so much of me that I can’t bear to read it again at that moment. I need to just get it out, let me and my readers digest it together. If you are a regular reader of mine, you know I’m not the best at catching grammatical errors any way…no matter how many times I read it over.
So, sometimes, I just hit publish and let it ride. Do I immediately tweet it? I used to, but I realized I never look at Twitter, so I felt kind of silly doing it. I used to post it on Facebook. Finally, I decided, that everyone I know knows I have a blog, if they want to read it, they can, if they don’t, that’s OK too. There have been days when I wished that my family and friends didn’t know about my blog. They don’t have a chronic illness, and I don’t want them to only think of me as someone with this or that disease.
So what do I do after I hit Publish? Usually, I view it on my blog to see if it really published. I often have to edit it, because I’ve forgotten to add tags. (I do that a lot.)
Usually, after I publish my post, I try to go through my reader and look at what my friends have posted.
I stated at the end of my last post that I thought the patches worked this time, and I was better. Yes, my hearing is still down, and I’ve been having headaches, but I hadn’t been having vertigo.
That all changed Wednesday.
I woke up feeling like I was catching a cold. My ears and nose were all stuffy, my throat was scratchy, the tinnitus was a bit loud, and well, I just didn’t feel good.
I went down stairs and had some breakfast, took my morning meds, and still, just didn’t feel good. Kind of icky.
I decided to jump on the computer, answer some emails, do a post…. I was in the middle of answering an email when it hit me…the world started to move. (Sorry Susanna, I promise I’ll finish my email to you soon.)
I’ve described one of my Meniere’s attacks before, however, since this is the month for National Health Bloggers Posting Month, and NaBloPoMo, I thought I’d go over it for anyone who might be reading for the first time.
The last time I told about an attack, someone said it was the most terrifying thing they’d ever read….this attack was worse…much worse. (fortunately, this time Stuart was close by, so I didn’t have that panic of being alone and not being able to care for myself. I’m thinking I should do something so I’m prepared if this happens when I’m alone…an emergency kit type of thing….a bucket with, emergency meds, wash cloths….)
As I mentioned I was answering an email, and the world moved….I slumped down on the couch and grabbed for my vial with Valium and Phenergan (for those who might not know, Valium helps control vertigo, and Phenergan is for nausea). Soon I could tell this was getting worse, so I also had a Phenergan suppository. (They often work faster, and you won’t throw it up.)
It was getting worse, I had the hot flush that’s a tell-tell sign that things are going downhill, fast. Or, rather, things will probably be coming up soon.
Every time this happens to me it terrifies me. I’m always afraid it won’t stop. That I will continue to have this horrible vertigo, forever…. I’m so out of control, and so very, very sick. If someone wanted to torture someone, just make them go through one of these attacks, I promise I would tell anyone anything they wanted to know.
I couldn’t focus my eyes, I normally try to have a focal point and do stress reduction techniques, but I couldn’t keep the point in focus, and things were getting worse, the vent in the ceiling began to move across the ceiling, the TV was tilting….. and I had to go to the bathroom, fast! Not to throw up…if you get my drift. It was a rough trip to the bathroom, and when I got back, it got worse. The world started spinning out of control. All I could do was hang on and ride it out…(that makes it sound much easier than it is…it’s hard…very, very hard.)
I started throwing up. Each time I wretched, I wet myself. This is something that has never happened before. (I have had a little pee come out before, because of the intense pressure from throwing up…but not like this.) I was lying in a pool of my own urine. So horrified by what was happening to me, so humiliated. At one point vomit came out of my nose…if this has ever happened to you..I’m so very sorry. Oh how it burns, and you can’t get the smell out.
This attack was different from any I’ve had before, things would start to settle down, then they’d start spinning again…about 2 1/2 hours after the start, I feel asleep. That has always meant that it’s over. But within minutes I was awake again, with the dry heaves were even worse. Finally, things stopped spinning after about an hour later. However, I was still sick to my stomach. The nausea was horrible, and it burned so bad. My head hurt so much, but I was afraid to take anything for it, for fear it would make my stomach feel worse. Again, I had dry heaves, but this was thankfully the last time. Then the diarrhea came again….and again. (this does not normally happen, I do often have it at the beginning, but not after the world stops spinning.)
Through out all of this, I was hot, then I was freezing, hot, cold, hot, cold. I would shiver from cold one moment the next I’d be sweating profusely from the heat.
I rested for a while, absolutely exhausted, but my head hurt so much I couldn’t sleep. I drank a lot, thinking the headache may be worse because I was dehydrated. (after all, I’d been throwing up way past the point of anything being in my stomach, and had diarrhea 3 times.) My head still hurt. I ate a little…and just rested. Finally, I felt I could take something for my head, and it helped, but it didn’t go away. I thought I could finally sleep, then my muscles started to cramp up, my back, my stomach, my whole body had been through so much, my muscles were fighting back. I just wanted to sleep. I took a pain pill, and rested.
Again, I’m so very grateful that I had Stuart here to help me. This was a very scary day, and he was there by my side doing everything he could to make it easier. It makes me cry just to think about how much he must love me to do these things, and to reassure me over and over that he doesn’t mind….”don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.” I cry and say I’m sorry, he reassures me…it’s ok, there’s nothing to be sorry about. I know seeing me like that is also terrifying for him. He does all he can, but he can’t stop it, we have no control over what is happening, and I’m in so much pain. The throwing up until all you do is gag and it feels like my body is trying to turn itself inside out through my mouth…it hurts….oh…it hurts. Instead of showing this, he sits by me and says calming words over and over, like Calm, Peace, Love….the repetition and concentrating on the words, what they mean, it helps. Sometimes it helps more than other times, but it doesn’t hurt.
Often during these attacks, I think…I just want to die. I hate my life. This is not a life.
This time, I started having those thoughts, but I stopped, and kept saying, I accept this part of me. I still love myself. I have this disease that randomly punishes me for no reason, but that doesn’t mean I’m bad. It is a part of me. It’s not what I am.
I can’t say this would work if I had to go through this every day…or even multiple times a week (like I was doing in December and January). That was a dark time. I’d like to think I could handle it better now. But, I’m just not sure.
So, I guess I was wrong. The last set of patches may not have worked. I just don’t know what to think now. Things were so good after the treatment the end of January, why isn’t it working now? I need to have a heart to heart with my doctors and see what my choices are. We may have to reevaluate our plan of action.
This was actually a prompt on NaBloPoMo in October, I saw it on another’s blog and started to think about it…and realized the answer…Me.
To be more specific, how I feel about me and the things that have been happening to me.
I still love me….but at times I really hate my life. I know that sounds negative, and I don’t mean that I always feel this way…but sometimes…when I get overwhelmed by the losses, the pain, the vertigo….I hate it.
Such a dichotomy. Sometimes I feel there are two of me. There is the person who hates all of this, who just wants everything to return to normal, to be like it used to be. Then, there is the person, who is grateful (yes, grateful) for all that I have learned, the friends I’ve made, the life I have now.
Yes, I have chronic illnesses, I often wish I didn’t. However, they don’t define who I am. I’ve found that some people only think of me in terms of my illnesses now. That’s sad. They can’t see the person I still am, or the better person I’ve become. I do feel I’m a better person now. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t a bad person before, but I feel better about myself now. I actually have more confidence, feel like I can make a difference in a person’s life, and I’m more appreciative of what I have.
Do I hate my life…sometimes. But most of the time, no. My illnesses are a part of me. It isn’t all bad. Yes, I have some very bad days. However, I feel closer to my husband than ever. I have a great support system. There is much to be grateful for.
What is between love and hate? Perhaps, acceptance. Accepting that the things I hate and the things I love about me can live together in harmony.
P.S. – Update 2 weeks after the last patches. I think they are working. The spinning is better. I have a bit more energy. Some days are better than others, but over all, I think I’m better. I have been having migraines, but I really think they are more weather related. My hearing hasn’t returned, but to live without the spinning, I’ll learn to live with the loss of hearing.
Allison at Taking Life For a Spin posted a wonderful list of things you shouldn’t say to someone with chronic health issues.
I liked it so much I asked her if I could post it on my blog, luckily she said yes.
Don’t say…
Please think twice before you say these things to me
(or to anyone with a chronic health problem):
First, before you read this list, know that if we talk regularly, you have probably said at least one of these things to me before…and that you’ll probably say them to me even after reading this list. It is ok. I love you anyway…and I know that you say these things out of love. I just want you to know why you get those awkward responses from me when you do say them…
But you look good. I know you mean this in a good way, but just because you can’t see my illness doesn’t make it is any less real. Complement my hair or outfit or something, I’d like that. I guess it is the “but” in front of “you look good” that makes that feels like you are being dismissive of my experience somehow.
You sound (or act) like you feel better today. Yes, even when I feel awful, there are times that I laugh and smile and enjoy myself. When you tell me this though, I never know how to react. I often am not feeling any better, so then I have to explain that. Maybe just tell me that it is nice to hear me laugh. Or maybe just let me enjoy the moment.
You should be glad you don’t have to (work, be out in this heat, listen to that lecture, etc). No, I’m not glad. Trust me, I’d rather be healthy and having to put up with the everyday annoyances of life than going through this.
I wish I could have a few days to stay at home. Sure you do. When I’m healthy and running myself into the ground, I do too. I often wish for a few days off. However, I’d never wish for this! What I’m going through is not a vacation. Don’t wish for it.
You must be so bored. Nope. Boredom is when you have energy to spend and can’t find anything interesting to spend it on. I can’t remember the last time I was bored. I’m too busy trying to figure out how to get to the bathroom and back to be bored. Every bit of energy that I have is going into surviving my day. I’m not sitting here wishing for ways to entertain myself.
This is ridiculous. You should (get a different doctor, try a different medication, etc). There must be (someone/something) that would help. Careful here. I share your frustration, and we all want answers. Casually telling me that I should get a different doctor or try a new medication sometimes feels to me that you don’t think I’m doing enough to get better. Do you know how many doctors, medications, supplements, and alternative treatments I have tried? If you don’t, then maybe don’t say this to me. I’m certainly open to new ideas – just talk with me long enough to get an understanding of what I have tried before you tell me what I should do.
You should see House. I’ve heard this 300 times. He isn’t real. Trust me; I’m seeing every doctor that I think can help me.
You’re at (work, school, etc) or having friends over, you must feel better! Not necessarily. On good days, Ican medicate and push myself through some things. You aren’t with me an hour later when the medication runs out or when I crash. I know you are looking for any sign that I am feeling better. Trust me, when I feel better, you will know. I won’t keep it a secret.
Just think positively and it will go away. First of all, you saying this to me suggests that I’m not thinking positively. I actually think that, emotionally, I’ve been handling this pretty well. I’m also very aware of the “mind-behavior-body” connection. Sure, stress makes everything worse and positive thinking can help. However, don’t over-simplify here. I can think about rainbows and butterflies all day, but the room is still spinning.
I know just what you are going through. I have a few friends who suffer with chronic health issues. Ironically, they have never said this to me. They know enough not to. I do appreciate empathy, and anyone who has had vertigo (even for 10 minutes) does feel like a kindred soul at some level. Still, be careful with your words. Just because you drank too much and the room spun one night doesn’t mean that you know what I am going through.
Any variation of “All things happen for a reason.” or “God gave you this to teach you a lesson.” I agree that the adversities that we overcome in life are part of what makes us who we are, and I’m all for learning from my experiences. However, when you say things like this to me, it almost comes across as “You deserved this.” Don’t go there.
What are you doing this weekend? This falls under the category of just not thinking before you speak. I know this is just a typical conversation starter for most people. For me, it just reminds me of all of the things that I cannot do because of my illness. Also, answering, “Trying to get to the bathroom and back just like I do every day” is awkward.
So what should you say? I really have no idea. I know how hard your job (as my friend) is, and I often wonder whether it is harder to be the person who is sick or the person who loves the sick person. I know you’d “fix” me if you could. Humor is good. Laughing always makes me feel better. Tell me what is going on in your life. You aren’t rubbing it in because I can’t do whatever it was you did today – I still want to know about your life. Be understanding when I just don’t have the energy to talk to you on that particular day. Even listening can be too much some days. Just be there. Even if you are saying all of the wrong things…you’re still letting me know that you care. ❤
Anyone with chronic health issues have something to add to this list? Leave a comment below…
Everything above, except for my introduction, is quoted from Allison. If you’d like to share this list, please get her permission, and give her credit. (but you all knew that didn’t you? Visit her at Taking Life for a Spin)
This is the month to do so many things, every day for the month…and celebrate Thanksgiving too…how will I get it all done?
First, I will be participating in NaBloPoMo this month. Yes, you will probably get very tired of me, and I’ll probably run out of things to say. I can hear all of you right now…”YOU, run out of things to say?”, while rolling on the floor laughing!
Later today, I’ll be sharing a great list written by Allison at Taking Life For a Spin of things you really shouldn’t say to people with a chronic health problems. I’ll be looking forward to hearing what everyone else may want to add.
I’ve also just joined
National Health Blogging Month by Wego Health gives writers prompts for each day, some days I’ll probably use their prompts, other days I’ll probably just be posting about what I think is important. #NHBM allows for 2 free posting days. Days when you just can’t post. That’s a good thing for people who have a chronic condition. As we all know, some days we just can’t.
On my other blog, Create To Heal, I’ll also be participating in Art Every Day Month over at Creative Every Day…this is a more laid back challenge. It’s a challenge to simply Create More, if you happen to miss a day, don’t give up…this is incentive, not a contest. This challenge also doesn’t require a post every day, you can post once a week, what you’ve been doing, just what ever feels right, and what ever you can do. I like this, but I plan to post every day. After all, I’ve been trying hard to create something every day, may as well let you see it day by day.
If you’d like to be involved in NaBloPoMo, just go to this link http://nablopomo.blogher.com/ and follow the directions. You can add your blog until November 5th, but you must have posted every day in the month of November to be eligible for the prizes.
But why November, I know that all of this is a take off from NaNoWriMo, where writers are challenged to write a novel in a month, and it started in November. However, again I ask, why November? I think it’s going to be a tough month to do something like this. Every Day. At the beginning of the holiday season.
Granted, we don’t do much for Thanksgiving, and I don’t think Christmas celebrations will be as busy this year. My hearing problems are prohibiting me from going to many parties.
To wrap it up then, I think this should be done during a really boring month, like…um…August, September…something without a major holiday.
This is going to be a challenge. As I said before, there are days when we just can’t…..however,
I’m going to try.
wish me luck, and please, let me know if there is something you want to know more about.
Thought I'd share a sketch from my journal I drew last week. She looks a little sad doesn't she?
I planned for this to be just a quick update…because I know you are all just sitting at the edge of your seat. haha
but I got carried away…*sarcasm coming*…but that’s just so rare. : )
Stuart had his second interview today, and he had to take a test {shudder}, should know something very soon. (Hopefully today, but no later than tomorrow I would think.)
About me…heck, I just don’t know. Hearing is way down. Not hearing from left ear…although the tinnitus sounding like static woke me up! Don’t you hate that???
Even my right ear is down a bit.
Not having vertigo, but feel off, light-headed. Often feel like I’m about to have a vertigo attack, take meds and it goes away.
Pain is minimal now. The LP site is still tender and has a small welt, but I know that’s because I had 2 within a week.
Still not feeling like I can do much. Mostly in bed. (rolling eyes here…oh, don’t do that..you dizzy headed girl!)
Went to the store, just one mile from our house, day before yesterday. To get one thing. Got home and collapsed, did not feel good at all.
Yesterday I had a couple of visitors for a few hours. It was so nice. A friend and her 1 year old came for a visit. While they were here, I just pushed everything aside, and enjoyed the moment. That child is such a happy kid! It meant a lot to me, I don’t have many visitors.
It wore me out a bit, but it was magical while they were here.
I am so not in the loop with my “friends” any longer. I didn’t know one is pregnant. (well, really I’m not friends with her, but her husband used to be close to us, before they got married…it’s strange) She’s due in February.
I didn’t know another couple had their child last week. Are these people really my friends any more? I just don’t know….
I hate to admit it, but I’ve been pretty depressed lately. I keep telling myself that I’ll take things as they come, and just roll with it. If life isn’t what I expected, change my expectations. But having the hope…the reprieve from all of this for months, and then it all coming back…well, it’s hard. I’m grieving, I know it. Does that mean I’m giving up? I just don’t know.
Those who have been reading my blog for a while know all the major plans I had when I was better. I really thought things would stay that way! I bought a car!! The cutest car in the world. Now, I can’t even drive it. I stated gardening, and it mostly died because I couldn’t keep it up. I was going to be a Mom. Now I won’t.
I wasn’t going to talk about all of this. I’m still hoping things will get better, but some of these things won’t change. No matter how much better I feel again, I will not pursue getting a foster child. I cannot take the chance it will happen again. I’m not even sure I’ll commit to a garden again. Too much expense, time, and effort to just watch it die.
The hearing loss, do I move on and find a way to live in the non-hearing world. I’ve joined an email group that is composed of people with severe or total hearing loss from Meniere’s. They all seem so well adjusted. But some things are so hard to hear. Most have no friends from before their hearing loss, only friends that they’ve met afterward. I simply don’t want to be to the point that all I hear is this damn noise in my head!
The other day i laughed, I had been all teary about things I can’t hear, like the cricket and things chirping on a summer night…then I realized, I hear that sound a lot, even when they aren’t around. I had to laugh. It’s the only way sometimes.
I was able to connect with my Psych today via email. I told him how I felt about things. How depressed I am, and all that stuff. He doesn’t normally use email because of the lack of confidentiality. Yeah, I don’t care who knows about me and my stuff. I know it’s ethical, and he should be that way, but certain concessions must be made for the hearing impaired! Dang-it! We’ll see how this turns out.
What makes someone a patient? When, and in what contexts, do you think of yourself as a patient, and when do you not?
I thought, and thought, and thought….and I came up with…First –
What makes someone a patient? So I looked it up. (I looked it up in a few sources and came up with generally the same answer, but I liked Wikipedia’s answer the best. The original meaning of the word patient is “one who suffers”. The meaning today” is any recipient of healthcare services.”
With this in mind: Yes, I am a Patient. According to both definitions.
Second part: When, and in what contexts, do you think of yourself as a patient, and when do you not?
For that I decided….well, it depends. I know this is a very insightful answer, so I will elaborate. Bear with me, I ramble when thinking about things like this…heck, if you read this blog, you know I ramble often. : )
A lot of the time I do consider myself a patient. My treatments aren’t over, I still have plenty of doctor appointments, I still take a ton of medication, I’m still dependent on someone else, so yes I’m a patient. I had a lot of trouble with my husband being my caregiver for a while. I felt like I was no longer his wife, I was his patient. What could I do for him? He has been everything to me. He not only provides for us, he does the housework, the meals, bathes me, helps me with personal hygiene. Many…many times he’s held my head and calmed me when I had vertigo for hours and just kept throwing up. He’s put in many suppositories, and every time I feel horrible about it, and I cry. I often feel like we’ve changed, I’m now his patient. But I’m more than that..
Often, we will have touching moments together, we’ll curl up and snuggle, he’ll tell me how hot I am…just today he was helping me and brushed my breast, and said, “you know I only did it that way so I could touch your boob.” He makes light of my illness, not in a bad way, he doesn’t dismiss it, but he never let’s it get in the way of being my husband first. He’s simply thankful he can be here for me, just as I would be for him. We enjoy the wife/husband/friend relationship as much as we can. He NEVER lets me forget that I’m more to him than someone he has to take care of.
Yes, I am a patient. But I’m so much more than that!
A Wife. A Friend. An Advocate. A mom to my Furry Babies, Sandy and Max.
And I’m an artist!
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Sometimes I want to shout loud enough for all the world to hear:
I AM MORE THAN MY ILLNESS!
But Sharon asked more than that. She asked how I refer to myself. That depends on who I’m talking to.
If I’m meeting someone only Stuart knows, I refer to myself as Stuart’s wife. If they ask what I do, Stuart usually says, “She’s an artist.” He’s proud of me. But if he doesn’t, I usually do say I’m an artist. If the conversation persist for a long time, I may say that I’m not a professional artist right now due to my health. (If you’d like to see some of my work, see my other blog: Create to Heal.)
If I’m talking to a friend, I’m just Wendy. However, recently I felt I had to explain a few things to some of my family and friends. People just didn’t seem to get it. I was told I “deserved better”, and I should “find new doctors”, and “that insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results”. The treatment I’m undergoing has given me different results. It usually works (on at least some of my symptoms), at least for a little while, once it worked for almost 5 months…I want to get back to that.
So I wrote a detailed explanation to them, letting them know that I have a CHRONIC Illness, it is not going away. I explained exactly what Meniere’s is, and how I’m in the advanced stages of bi-lateral Meniere’s. I know I’ve explained it before, but people seem to think it will go away.
I may not deserve this, but who does? No one I’ve ever met. I explained that I have some of the best doctors in the world helping me, doing much more to try to help me with this disease than most doctors would. Well, you don’t need to hear the whole note. The point is, I felt I had to point out that I am a patient. I didn’t use those words, though sometimes I do. I’m a Meniere’s patient.
Often when I meet people for the first time, I’ll try to hear them or read their lips before I announce I’m hearing impaired. Usually, I have to say, “I’m sorry I’m hearing impaired, can you look straight at me when you talk and talk slowly so I can understand you?” That usually works, but it’s funny to me how fast people forget, they try to do what I ask, then they will look away, and forget all about it.
It’s hard in hospitals or doctor’s offices because they aren’t supposed to talk softly to insure the patient’s privacy. So I say very loudly, so they know I need to hear them, that I have Meniere’s and I need you to talk loudly, look at me….. Often, hubby has to translate.
When I’m talking to or about some of my Chronic Illness friends, that how I refer to both. I’m a chronic illness blogger, I have friends with a chronic illness….we don’t all have the same thing, but we are kindred spirits just the same. We get it.
I’m not sure I really answered Sharon’s questions, but it made me think.
My conclusion?
In my heart, I’m a wife first, because my husband is so very dear to me. I’m mommy to Sandy and Max…my furry babies…again because they are so dear to me. The rests are almost tied. I’m a friend, I’m a blogger, I’m an advocate for my illnesses, and for myself….and last but certainly not least I’m an artist.
I’m sure some would give me even more titles, but these will do for now.
Please make sure and stop by Sharon’s blog, more than once her post have moved me, made me cry, and made me think!
Picnic with Ants 