Migraine Torment

I am still waiting for my Botox and to meet my new neurologist while my wonderful, usual one is on maternity leave. I will meet him and get my new shots in 10 days. Not that I'm counting. At least he finally got back to me (after an intervention by my primary doctor) and prescribed me something new to try and help in the meantime. That only took three weeks to get him to do.

My migraines are tormenting me. It feels like someone put me on a copy machine and made so many copies of my brain that now the ink is running out. I feel un-real. Not all here. Like I slipped between two realities. One of pain, dizziness, distractions and the real one. 

Conversations are hard to follow. I feel like I'm just a shadow of myself. A bad copy of who I should be. Quiet and then garbled. I call things and people by the wrong name. It takes a long time to say what I mean. It all feels awful.

I think that's one of the main reasons I tend to over eat. It grounds me. Gives me instant pleasure and makes me feel more... me! When I'm hungry that faded feeling only intensifies till I hit a point of not caring. Then it's actually challenging for me to eat.

Caring about things in my life (other than the people I love) is hard right now. The migraine just erases me bit by bit. 

I can't wait to get my Botox and start to feel like myself, even if it's only a minor improvement. Anything is better than this.

Still Waiting for Help

I don't like not trusting people. I'd rather believe that everyone has the best of intentions and that people in the profession of helping others are really there to help me. But MAN doctors don't always make it easy!

I've been trying to get a hold of my neurologist for almost three weeks now. I want to increase my Lyrica dose and also let her know that I'm still having the scary muscle weakness. I've sent 4 messages to her now through our online medical chart and called. I even just asked to talk to the on-call neurologist this morning to try and get some help. But I haven't heard a peep back yet. 

At this point I'm just tired of waiting for help and am trying to go through my primary care doctor for the increased dose. My fingers are crossed that I'll hear back from him today.

I'm also still waiting on Shirley. I had really hoped I'd have her by today. Tomorrow is my husband's birthday and we're going out of town. I intentionally added a "rush" and paid extra for shipping to make sure I'd have her in time. Drat! Hopefully just going slow and using Meg will be enough to get me through the day. 

Thankfully I'm still only working 2 days a week. It has been exhausting, but I love it. I'm taking it as slow as I can and modifying my office to accomidate my needs. My office manager knows about my diagnosis and my needs and everyone has been very supportive. 

I've also been spoiling myself and letting my husband spoil me. The Cymbalta has really helped increase my energy, but now I risk doing too much. He's always reminding me to take it slow and guard my spoons. My doctor just increased my Cymbalta dose from 20mg to 30mg at my request. See neurologist! That's how it's done!

Hopefully the Lyrica will be resolved soon. In the meantime I'm still on 50mg 2x a day. My knee and feet x-rays didn't show any RA damage, so now it's onto the MRI portion of the evening (be sure to tip your waiters.) 

... And waiting on Shirley. I'll be sure to report back my thoughts on a transport chair as soon as I get her.

Help While I Wait

The other day I received this text message that made me feel hopeful and excited. It meant that my spinal tap was approved and ready to be scheduled.

If there's anything I hate more than being sick, it's waiting and the unknown.

I called first thing this morning to schedule and was told that the message was sent by "mistake" and that I haven't been approved yet. In fact my insurance was saying that "The referral didn't meet criteria and the neurologist is having to re-submit." In English that means I could be in for a long wait. 

Aside from hating to wait and wanting to know 100% what's going on, I was hoping to get this all done before I start work again on the 23rd. That's less than 3 weeks. Now I have a feeling that's just not going to happen. Which means I'll likely have to deal with starting a new job while recovering from a spinal tap. Great.

Hopelessness and frustration visited me for a little bit this morning. But then like a Harry Potter patronous chasing away a dementor, I had a really helpful thought. Bob Marley's song "3 Little Birds" just literally started playing in my head. It was instantly soothing and helpful. 

Three Little Birds

Bob Marley

Don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry about a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright

Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying', (this is my message to you)

Singing' don't worry 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing' don't worry (don't worry) 'bout a thing
'Cause every little thing gonna be alright

Rise up this mornin'
Smiled with the risin' sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin' sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Sayin', this is my message to you

Singin' don't worry about a thing, worry about a thing, oh
Every little thing gonna be alright, don't worry
Singin'…

I also remembered some of my favorite RA bloggers and the excellent advice they had shared. Here's some of my top finds:

• RA Guy - Through the Looking Glass
• Ilana Jacqueline - 5 Ways You're Not "Living" With Chronic Illness
• Arthritic Chick - My New Wheelchair (the blog post I was never going to write.)
• The Mighty - 20 Gentle Date Ideas for People With Chronic Illness

These are very diverse articles in theme, but each one touched me in an incredibly helpful way. Each is encouraging and supports some central themes:

1. Your life doesn't stop because you're chronically ill. 
2. Work around what you can't do and do more of what you can.
3. Romance and love are powerful and healing. Don't stop that because of your sickness. (see number 2 instead.)
4. Don't live your life waiting. Waiting for results, appointments or other people's opinions.
5. Don't stop doing what you love just because it's harder now.
6. What you're going through is very hard. Find tools that make it easier (see number 2.)
7. Don't let other's opinions (including your doctors) define what you can and can't do. Listen to your wise body.
8. You have nothing to prove to anyone. Do what's right for you.

All of these are reminders that I still need on a fairly regular basis. I'm still very much adjusting to what comes easy for me and what is now harder. I have "gloomy days" to be sure. But I notice they don't stick around for as long as before. I also can see how this experience is encouraging me to grow in areas that are hard for me. Patience, trust, self empathy and mindfulness. 

Patiently Being Impatient

I've become an expert at patiently being impatient. Patience is not one of my many (many) virtues. I've never been a patient person. However, when you're a patient, you HAVE to have patience. When my son was little there was a Sesame Street song that just nails it. It goes "You have to be patient, to be a patient..." Oh Maria, you wise a$$ woman you. 

So here I am. Patiently waiting to hear back from my Rheumatologist about a question I asked her. Patiently waiting for my May 1st appointment with my primary care doctor to explore anything I can do or take that might help while I PATIENTLY wait for my June 27th appointment with my new neurologist. See... that third one got me. I'm out of patience (and apparently can't spell "rheumatologist" to save my life.)

My BFF - the cup cozy for all cold things

And meanwhile back in pins, needles, numb, temperature sensitive, fire-ants-are-eating-me-alive land, I breathe and remind myself to be patient. 

I read this really wonderful quote yesterday from The Book of Joy. "If something can be done about the situation, what need is there for dejection? And if nothing can be done about it, what use is there for being dejected?" -Shantideva

I just adore that word "dejected." YES! I feel dejected! I feel it hard core! To my gut! To the PAIN (a little Princess Bride humor for you there.) And to force myself to instead feel hope, optimism, patience, is no simple task.

The Dalai Lama says that "As we recognize others' suffering and realize that we are not alone, our pain is lessened." I completely agree. I think that's one of the reasons I enjoy reading other people's blogs about chronic illnesses, autoimmune disease and other challenges similar to mine. It makes me feel not so alone. And when I see that someone has similar symptoms or struggles, it feels comforting AND validating.

Most of the time with doctors I feel like I'm trying to describe a world to someone who has no sight. It's just impossible. To share with others who can see what I see and feel how I feel is incredibly liberating. It gives me hope.

Spring is a time for renewal. 

I'm doing my best to join in on the growth!

The Dalai Lama also says that "The way we heal our own pain is actually by turning to the pain of others." I do notice that while I'm at work hearing of other people's deep pain, mine slips away. For that hour I can focus on comforting someone else rather than being the one who needs comfort. It is a very healing experience (hopefully for us both.) I feel very fortunate to do what I do.

I'm working on reaching out and sharing more of my experience with others. Making new friends and opening up more. For today I wish you good health and lots of love and patience.